#valerie vale

[it-happened-once-in-a-meme]

What if the Olympics Took Place in Gotham? 🏊‍♂️🏅😂

(Post-Canon Jim, Oswald, Ed & Valerie Incorrect Quote)

(Spoilers for S03 E14)

The games take place in Gotham this year. According to politicians, the water is clean enough to swim in it, meanwhile experts warn of health risks.

A microphone is held to Commissioner Gordon, "You say the city is prepared for crime spikes, what about the water quality?"

"Uh, with all due respect, that's not my area", Jim says.

"With all due respect," Valerie Vale responds, "the police will have lots of bodies to inspect if scientific opinions are correct. How should we believe that even just one person can survive in that dirt water?"

"A-" Jim coughs, "ask the-" he laughs a bit, "the mayor." 😭

"This isn't funny!" Oswald criticizes from his seat on the sofa.

"I'm really sorry, Oswald," Ed promises.

"Oh, Ed, that's not what I meant. I've forgiven you a long time ago."

"So this isn't about...?"

"No, it's about Jim fake shooting me and pushing me into the water!"

"Oh, I'm relieved to hear that. Good, good." A grin starts to form on Ed's lips. "What would you say if we helped our commissioner find out whether the water is clean?" 🤔😁

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Gotham is like. Here are the most drop dead gorgeous women you have ever seen. They are about intentionally ruin their lives over a man who talks like Batman and has Tom-holland-frog-in-his-mouth face syndrome named Jim

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

Part 6 of Gotham Characters React to You Getting Easily Scared by a Movie 👻☠😈😨🎃:

Valerie Vale & Edward Nygma (the last part in this series) <-last part (part 5) Part 1 Additional arnings: description of what fake flood is sometimes made of (nothing scary, more of useful fun fact to know if you dislike it looking too real)

Valerie Vale is a rational person. Most "sightings" of supernatural beings like ghosts are likely attempts of gaining attention, not real. However, she's also covered cases which science, at least public scientists, can't explain. But she's never been afraid of a little lying, especially if it helps you.

Valerie's stretched out next to you, gently drumming a pattern resembling the flashes of light on screen onto your skin. "What do you think, honey?" You're glad for the distraction, for not having to concentrate on the movie anymore. "I think it's shocking. How accurate do you think it is?" "Hm," she murmurs and locks eyes with you, her brows furrowing a little from concern. She changes her mind. Half-truths are alright, given that knowing the truth wouldn't help you in this case. You don't need to know what sources told her, especially when she hasn't verified all of them yet.

"You don't need to be afraid." She strokes your face and kisses your cheek, smiling. "At least not more than usually." "Can we..." You pause the movie. "Can we still stop watching? This is a bit much, fictional or not." Valerie nods, loving how easily you can admit the truth where others try to conceal it with means that ensure she has to spend months on one story.

She grabs the remote control and switches off the TV. "All done," she declares, and immediately takes the opportunity to hold your face and kiss you, a welcoming warmth compared to the movie's frightening coldness. When you separate, she takes a new position and shrugs. "I didn't find this movie intellectually stimulating enough anyways."

Edward Nygma treasures you getting close to him. It makes him feel loved, and confident in his masculinity. Ed doesn't "just" hold you, but tries to rationalize the things you're afraid of. He has a wide set of skills and is ready to use them all to comfort you if need be.

You're sure your boyfriend really tried to pick a movie you'd enjoy and yet as time progresses, you find yourself tense and grow more anxious, despite the fun facts he's been sharing with you along the way. Hopefully he'll tell you another one soon. Until then, you run your fingers over the smooth blanket he put on the sofa to make this date cozy, relying on it and his presence next to you to distract you.

"Did you—" he starts, and is interrupted by your shock, "Ah!"

Ed bites his lip guiltily, looking surprised too, and you begin to run your fingers down his arms in a soothing manner. "Sorry. I'm okay, you just spooked me a little. What did you wanna say?"

Ed isn't so sure whether you really are, but you encouraged him to continue. "Did you know that theatrical blood is often made out of edible liquids such as different types of syrups and sauces? And sometimes they use more savory sauces like ketchup to add to the texture." He eyes you suspiciously, how distracted you are by the movie still playing, instead giving him your full attention. "Should I pause?" "Yes, that way I can concentrate on your facts." And have a break from the scariness.

He moves away from you, making you realize how much you depended on his body to ground you, but is quick to sit back again and pause the film. "Alright," he says to himself, then turns towards you. "Is something going on that I don't know about? You seem...nervous. Do you not enjoy the film I picked?" Exactly that is the problem: Ed handpicked the movie you dislike and you don't want to let him down. "It's not that I think it's a bad one." You take his hands to reassure him. "In fact, I can imagine what you like about it: the foreshadowing, the symbolism... But it's too scary for me. As simple as that." "Does that mean you want to stop watching?" "If it's okay for you, then yes." "Of course it is!"

For a moment you watch the cogs in Ed's brain turn, then he turns off the TV and comes back to put the blanket over you and him and scoots closer. "Did you know that in order to derive pleasure from scary things there needs to be a safety frame? Something that makes us aware that the dangers on screen — or in a book — pose no real threat to us?"

He strokes your arm and quickly grabs your hands again, his brown eyes fixed on you. "I-I never meant for you to get uncomfortable. I thought that the post-horror relaxation that can occur after the consumption of scary media might be positive for you too, but I see now that is not the case, and you have my deepest apologies. I'll strike scary movies from my list of ones I wanted to watch with you. Or...or ones as scary as this one or scarier."

Ed's face comes closer, he's waiting for you to correct him, but you just say, "Thanks" and kiss him, soon feeling his hand on your cheek and the other one move over your back. He'll protect you, is right now, already calming you down. "Would you say—" he interrupts himself. "Yes? Would I say what?" You give him a smile and he decides that he won't make you think about the movie now that you've calmed down a bit. "It can wait."

The following day, you notice Ed muster you for a minute or more, before he approaches you and askes how you're doing today. "Oh, good, what about you?" "Yes, good as well. I was wondering: how scary did you think the movie we watched would've been, say, without the last scene you saw?" "Do you mean without the elements in it? Knowing your boyfriend well, you added, "And do you want it in numbers?" He nods enthusiastically. "Yes!" You think about it, then gave him a number.

"Thanks." Still, Ed seems to be waiting for something. He's probably holding back his curiosity to be polite. "Anything else, handsome?" He looks down bashfully. "If it's not too much of a bother for you..." He produces a sheet of paper, on it multiple scales. "I tried to operationalize what's too scary for you because as a forensic scientist I likely have different reactions than you do. You don't need to fill it out, if you don't wanna think about it." He gives you a thumbs up. Gosh, it's utterly adorable how much he cares about you. "Thank you so much for trying to understand me, Ed." "Of course." "Seriously, it makes me feel safe." "This isn't weird?" "Unusual? Yes. But also very much appreciated." You lean in and he breaches the rest of the distance between you, smiling into your kiss and wrapping his long arms around you. When you part, he's beaming. "You make me feel horrifically comfortable in your presence too", Ed says. "I love you," you say, and his next words don't contain a pun, "I love you too."

___________________ Author's note: Leave some love on these (or any of my stuff), let me know which ones you liked the most and whether you'd like to see more of some of these side characters I wrote for the first time and have a lovely day 😚💚

Now I'll try to take a small break, you don't want to know how many hours I spent putting links for all these parts on the other ones and the masterlists, and making masterlists, not to forget saving some of this in case tumblr acts weird 😆😱 :)

[really-marroneic]

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!!!!!! ESPECIALLY TO MY ROOMMATE AND HER KICKASS NEW GF!!!!

[it-happened-once-in-a-meme]

I'm one of the newer ones but thanks and AHH, the video is so funny 😂😊

The Gobblepot is real 😭 (and Nygmobblepot too)

Valerie Vale is awesome but bad journalism can be hilarious 🫣😂

I'd like to thank all Gotham 2014 incorrect quotes & textposts makers, because years of your work lead me to make a video version of them:

Gotham with the Wrong Context 😂 Part 1 (Headlines with Ed, Oswald, Jim, Nygmobblepot, Gobblepot,...)

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[valerianinc]

While the production unfolds we have an important question for all of you narrative podcast weirdos.

We really need the statistics on this, thank you🙏💓

[redularium]

Winter exclusive Vale

design is my passion / LIE

[lae-zels]

Tallulah Vale by @faarkas​ 💗

[angel-archivist]

You guys have been spared from my Gotham hyperfixation for now but once I finishing binging the show it’s unfortunately going to be all over.

[reppyy]

[it-happened-once-in-a-meme]

Butch Gilzean: the mean girls' side kick thug who desperately wants the attention of:

Tabitha Galavan: the untouchable rich girl, who gets away with physically attacking people because of her status

Lee Thompkins: the smart girl-next-door everyone has a crush on

Alice Tetch: the shy musician that gets bossed around by the theatre kids (even her brother)

Lucius Fox: The smart kid everyone is cool with

Ivy Pepper: The biology expert who secretely sells drugs

Valerie Vale: the head of the school newspaper, who's about to discover said secret

Gotham Academy

So I was in a meeting and because I am such an attentive enployee I decided to write out high school tropes for the Gotham characters to fall into: Jim - quarter back of the football team, all around good guy Harvey - Jim’s older half brother who is a slacker with a good heart Oswald - goth kid who is quiet but somehow manages to weasel his way into popular groups Ed - nerd, top of the class, crush on the sweet pretty TA Ms Kringle Victor - weird albino kid who never talks and freaks people out Jerome - the crazy class clown who will do anything for a laugh Barbara - head cheerleader who can manipulate anyone Bruce - freshman, rich kid who is socially awkward Alfred - Bruce’s overprotective older cousin Selena - rebel who likes to do what she wants Fish - the queen of the school

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

Gotham 2014 Valerie Vale Masterlist 💕💋📸

Gotham Characters React to You Getting Easily Scared by a Movie 👻☠😈😨

[demonic0angel]

Another Anger management idea:

Jason is going through his own First Burn, but unlike Hamilton, he didn't do it. The evidence, though fake, is damning. Hopefully, Jason can get Vicki Vale to give up her sources easily, or there will be hell. He just wants his wife back.

(… did you want comfort, bc it’s only angst tbh. Also, I’m assuming that Jazz doesn’t have Shadow, because this would’ve been fixed so fast otherwise lmao)

Jazz didn’t turn to face him, as she just hugged her plushie, a little plush toy of Red Hood. She sat on their bed and just curled around the toy, her brilliant hair scattering over the sheets and covering her face.

“Jazz, please. Please listen to me. I don’t know how this was taken, but it isn’t real. I didn’t cheat,” Jason said, almost begging. He moved forward to be in front of her so she could face him, but she turned her head away, tucking her face into the plushie and clutching at it.

Not for the first time, he was horrifically jealous of the toy he had won for her.

“Princess, please. I love you,” he said urgently, “I love you so much.”

Jazz shook her head softly, and he could see a peek of her face through her curtain of hair, horribly blank and empty. She didn’t cry, she would not cry while he was here. She was strong like that, and hated showing weakness unless she felt safe. She hadn’t shown such strength in front of him for years.

“I know,” she said, her voice tiny.

It broke his heart in two.

Jason clenched his fists and tried to breathe.

Just a few days ago, Vicki Vale had released news of him cheating on Jazz with another woman. No matter how much he could deny it, the evidence was so damning that he had nothing to say. But he didn’t really have an excuse. He knew he hadn’t done it, but the evidence all pointed towards him.

Even his family were giving him odd looks. Only Jazz’s warnings had prevented her own siblings from brutally murdering him.

There was no alibi he could give, no witnesses to see where he was, nothing to show that he hadn’t done it.

But he really hadn’t done it! He knew, because he had been in the midst of a reconnaissance mission alone. But he had no excuses, because the video was so well done, the photos were so clear, and the information was so detailed that he couldn’t say a word.

“Jazz,” Jason said, his voice cracking as he felt the lump in his throat grow, “I didn’t do it. Please believe me. I promise, I didn’t cheat on you. I swear on my life. I love you, please.”

Jazz still didn’t face him. Her hands tightened on the doll and then she said slowly, “I need time to think. Can you call Dick and Dani please?”

Jason wanted to grab his guns and start shooting up Gotham, or better yet, sink the whole damn continent into the ocean. His rage and frustration was so strong that he almost felt blood leak up through his throat. He wanted to kill Vicki Vale more than ever, but if he did that now, it would only make him look more guilty.

“Okay,” he said comfortingly. He did not reach out to touch her. If he did, he knew she would’ve shut down further. “Do you want me to call Valerie too?”

Dick, Dani, and Valerie were often part of Jazz’s counsel. Dick and Dani would’ve been too nice to immediately leap to Jason cheating, but Valerie was ruthless enough to be a good voice of reason and if he offered, then maybe Jazz would think that he was being honest.

Jazz nodded silently and Jason immediately called them up as he moved to the kitchen to make the calls.

Dick agreed instantly and told him that he would come over as fast as possible. Dani was clearly disdainful of him, but tried to be polite and agreed the moment she knew that Jazz wanted her presence. Valerie cursed him out for a whole fifteen minutes before he could get a word in, but eventually agreed without hesitation when he asked.

Jason hung up the phone when he was done and buried his head in his hands as the soft sounds of Jazz crying alone in their bedroom filled his ears.

The urge to kill Vicki Vale grew more and more tempting.

He didn’t know why he was being targeted. Or how she had gotten such good falsified photos. Hell, he hadn’t even done anything in the last few weeks to deserve this.

He sat there in the kitchen, eyes clenched tight as he resisted the urge to go into the bedroom to pull his wife into his arms and hold her. He wanted to bury himself in Jazz’s hair, hold her tight to his chest, feel her heartbeat and her warmth, and settle her in his embrace as if they could somehow merge themselves into one.

Jason opened his eyes.

He knew what he had to do to clear his name.

He would have to find Vicki Vale’s sources and investigate for himself. He’d be damned if some hack reporter tore apart his blissful marriage with his wonderful wife. And god only knew what lengths Jason would go to for Jazz.

[chaoticcultist]

Valerie Vale: So, Mr. Damian Wayne-Kent, what is the most important thing you've learned since entering the limelight as an adult?

Damian, staring right into the news camera: Never trust a reporter.

Jonathan Wayne-Kent, his husband who is a reporter: *nods is agreement*

Jonathan: ...

Jonathan: Wait, ??????

[redularium]

YAYYY

I FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY DRAW HEE3ER YESAAASAAA @redularium

[cepetriwrites]

Alicent Reverses the Hourglass Ch 47 Pt 2

I had multiple meme ideas for this scene and refuse to choose

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

{Valery was not noticeably intoxicated, she seemed as sharp as ever. He wondered, with a slight chill, if the woman had even consumed a drop of the alcohol, she was a skilled actress.}

{ “I shall let the two of you walk together.” Valery said. “You look so fine walking side by side.”}

{Rhaenyra stumbled, clutching into Harwin. “We were going to go riding.”}

Like is this bitch trying to get her sullied? Trying to commit regicide? What the fuck is up Valery?

Me trying to jump into the story to save rhaenyra

She’s just fifteen someone save my baby PLEASE 😭😭😭😭

What Harwin should’ve done when Rhaenyra asked him to help her undress

“I can’t sleep fully dressed” bitch you’re going to. Miss me with that bullshit.

Valery “I know that you meant no ill intent but if anyone saw you doing that they would most likely get the wrong impression.”

She needs her ass beat. Harwin you get a one time backhand pass. Better yet let Alicent beat her ass like that Meli-girl in the Vale.

Harwin: If you do this again I’ll tell your uncle

Valery: he won’t believe you

“We should get married”

Moodboard for me going through the stages of grief except it’s disgust, shock, and rage

You’re just telling him everything? She doesn’t think he can do anything. She out here insulting my baby daddy beloved character

Me at the end of that chapter

Me first reading this fic: wow I love the twists and turns and political intrigue

Me now: wait stop, stop stop Stop STOP STAHP!!!!!

Bonus:

Celtigar & villagers energy:

Memes Masterpost