#zoe kravitz imagine

[fandomnerd9602]

Dude, you should do something for Zoe Kravitz' version of Selina Kyle from The Batman.

Selina: baby I could rob you blind in a second

Y/N: easy you already did.

Selina: huh?

Y/N: you took the most valuable thing I had

Selina: your heart?

Y/N: that too...and my Babe Ruth baseball card! Who does that?!?

Selina: I'll return it to you for a kiss

[hotdilfs11]

.　　. 　 ˚　. Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg (pt 2)

✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)

✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?

✩ warnings. cursing, threats

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We went to this cute little bar Rio says he always goes to. It's old, vintage and there's not that many people here today, especially at 5pm. It's weird but I don’t care because honestly I’m trying to get this shit over with. The floor and its tables have an old yet modern dark mahogany hue to it as for the stools and booths are burgundy with a bit of shine to it. Anyway we walk into the door and he nods to this mysterious guy standing at the bar. We sat down at a booth across from each other. I sit up straight and intertwin my fingers together as for Rio, he just sinks into the booth, relaxing like he’s on a vacation not  giving a care in the world. We sit in silence for a minute until he says. “So…” he pauses trying to gather his words together. He looks up at me “what do you need Valerie” 

“I want you to let us back in” I said nonchalantly without breaking eye contact. He lets out a soft laugh “So you think…you can come around barking orders like that?” 

“Yup what's so funny about it” I said cockly, shrugging my shoulders. “You really think this is a game,” he says. I shrugged my shoulders again at him with a mean look on my face still making serious eye contact with him.  “No I don-” I announced but he cuts me off in the middle of my sentence “yes you do because you bitches are amateurs and I’m not risking my business for amateurs”  

I look at him with a smile forming on my face as I start busting out laughing in his face. His eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted slightly to the side with confusion smeared on his face. I put my hand to my face, covering my smudged smile as my giggles echoed throughout the empty bar. He rubbed his face in frustration “what's funny?” he demanded. 

A few chuckles escaped from my mouth “so you think this is my first rodeo huh?” I said as I pointed  at him for a second. He dismisses what I said  by shrugging his shoulders in a cold manner. “What makes you think that doing something like this only once makes you a pro? Baby you got this twisted if you think-”

I cut him off as I let out a small chuckle “nah you got it twisted Rio, do you realize that I’m bigger than whatever your fucking doing, you’re an amateur to me” I start leaning towards him “you’re staring at one of  the biggest gang leader youve ever. fucking. met”

He looks away from me “oh really?” he looks back at  me as his voice depends. I let out another small chuckle “yeah Christopher don’t get this shit twisted” He looks at me with a blank stare trying to fathom what I just said to him because the thing is that he never told any of us his first name or anything about

him at all. So seeing him looking at me with his eyes slightly widened and surprised about what I said. He looks away from me for a quick second as he straightens his posterior, nodding his head slowly at me. He turned his head back around and looked me in the eyes again. “Ok so here's the deal…how about I let  you guys back in but in return I get a date” he demands in his husky voice as he shifts a little in his seat.

My eyes widened and my cheeks started to form a warm red hue as my body grew tense.“You want a what?” I questioned him in a low voice. He nodded his head slowly with a smudged smirk on his face. “What are we in fucking high school Rio!” I exclaimed  

He let out a low degrading laugh, shrugging his shoulders “it’s up to you ma” he said and all I did was give him a blank stare. 

Beth's House-

I got to Beth's house around 7:30ish and the sun just went down. It was practically dark and the murky streetlights came on as I walked up Beth's longing brick stairs. I was kinda tired and I just wanted  to relax, however, I  had to tell them what Rio said to me. I opened the shiney creaking knob to the deep oak tall door revealing the entryway to her house. My heels echoed throughout the surprisingly quiet house, entering the living room seeing the girls sitting on the off white chair with blue patterns on the pillows. There was another off white chair with the same pattern to it and they both had pillows in the middle of the both of them. Annie was on the smaller couch while Beth and Ruby on the lounger couch, a glass of wine in all three of their hands, relaxing with blissful smiles on their faces. When they heard me walk in the living room slowly they both cocked their heads towards me with smiles still on their faces. 

“Hey Val” Ruby exclaimed with excitement on her face. I looked at her with a lazy smile on my face as I took my black trench coat off, throwing it on the coach carelessly. “Hey guys” I said as a low sigh poured out my mouth. I plopped down on the couch beeside Ruby, laying my head down on  her shoulder.  I felt a cold hand softly touch my back. 

“What's wrong?” Beth said in a semi serious tone. 

“He said that he’ll let you guys back in,” I mumbled. I saw Annies head pop up in the corner of my eye with her arms pointed  in my direction. “That's good though right?” she questioned. I lifted my head up in a swift motion looking at her  “However…” They all groaned at those words, knowing that  there's a twist to it.

“He wants me to go on a fucking date on him” 

I looked at all of them, seeing the confused yet surprised look on their faces as they looked at each other one by one. “What?” Beth screeched as she tilted her head in confusion. 

Ruby gave me a blank stare “Are you serious?” she shouted. I nodded my head at her with a dumbfounded expression plastered on my face. 

I mean…” Annie said hesitantly with her eyebrows furrowed with worry as she started anxiously wrestling with the tip of her sleeve . She paused for a moment looking at the ground trying to gather her words as we just all looked at her waiting for a response to fall out her mouth.

 She sighed harshly looking at me “I mean you have to right? we all need the money and it's only one date, Valarie.” Everyone looked at me as worry filled their eyes rapidly and when I stared at them I  started to frown in anger and also in panic. I wasn’t scared of Rio, it's just the idea of going out with him. Everyone was just staring at me in a blank stare waiting for my response. I rolled my eyes “no…not with him” 

They all look at me with a sadeend look on their faces with a dash of worry and now I’m full of guilt. I felt bad so  I agreed to go out with Rio. I know they’re desperate for the  money, especially my sister and at this point I don’t want my pride to get to me because I tend to do that. So now I’m getting ready at Beth's house for the date. We’re apparently going to this fancy restaurant like I care less, however when I called him that day he sounded so amazing on the phone and to be honest I hope this date goes a bit well. 

I'm in Beth's bedroom, putting on my heels. I’m wearing a black fitted dress with a gold necklace and black stilettos. I have a soft brown smokey eye and red lipstick on—not too much or too little. All I’m trying to do is impress him a little so my girls can get some money. When I finished putting on my heels, I heard a soft knock on the bedroom door. “You ready?” Beth announced as she entered the room slowly with a small smile on her face. I looked up at her, nodding my head with a weary smile on my face. Beth walked closer to me, and I stood up quickly. I try to fix my dress, tugging the slides of my dress down, trying to make myself more comfortable. She looks at me with a smile still painted on her face. “You look great, Val,” she sincerely says. I looked down to my feet. “Thank you,” I said quietly, looking back up at her. My stomach started fluttering chaotically, making me feel sick. The piercing ring flew throughout the whole house, and as we both heard that sound, we looked at each other dead in the eye, full of worry and anguish. My breath starts to accelerate, and my eyes widen while I stare at Beth with a semi-shocked look on my face. Beth's head turned quickly towards the sound of three bells, staring out into the hallway for what felt like hours, but it was only a couple of seconds. The aching pitch of the doorbell echoed throughout the house again, causing me to feel nauseous. Beth looked back at me and gave me a gentle nod as she guided me downstairs. I took baby steps towards what felt like a magnanimous door. I grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it, revealing him. Rio, and to be honest with you, he looked better than he ever did. He wore a black button-up that hugged around the curve of his arms, showing off his well-defined silhouette. The fabric of his shirt wrapped around his shoulders without being overly tight. His confidence went through the roof with his back straight as he stood there calmly at the door. He also wore some black dress pants that fit his lower body, along with a pair of dress shoes and a black trench coat. His facial expression was soft when I opened the door. His eyes swept my body, sending a chill through my spine as the butterflies in my stomach grew bigger and bigger. I let out a big breath as I gazed into his cold, hard eyes.

“Hey Ma." I stood still when I heard the sound of his raspy voice flutter rapidly in the air. His presence slightly suffocated me, and I wasn’t sure about going, but I was doing it for my girls, not for me. I looked back at the girls staring at me with a worried frown on their faces, but I reassured them with a weary smile. I grabbed my coat, fixed my posture, and looked back at Rio with a cold glare on my face as I

walked towards him “Lets go” I sighed harshly, walking out the door and past where he was standing. I felt his presence creep up behind me as he started walking beside me. 

When we got to his car, I tried to open the door myself; instead, he got to it first and opened the door for me. I nodded “thank you” and hopped in his car. He got on the driver's side and started the car. The engine roared as we raced down the highway. I glanced at him, and out of curiosity, I asked, “Where are we going anyway?" He looked at me and just smiled. I tilted my head in confusion about why he found me so amusing. "What?"I just want to know where we're going.”

"It's a surprise."

I rolled my eyes. “I hate surprises. I hope you know that.”

He chuckled. “I guess now I know." I stayed quiet, waiting for him to tell me, and he did.

"Fine, since you want to be stubborn, we’re going to this restaurant where we can eat, dance, and listen to live music.”

"Seems…fancy,” I said, looking back at him. He glanced at me and looked back into the darkly lit road. “Yeah, we're not far from it."

I stared at him for a little bit longer, watching his rough hands confidently and strongly grip the wheel as we raced down the dark, empty highway. My gaze lingered on him, looking at his facial features and how powerful he looked behind the wheel. My stomach starts to flutter with curiosity and the desire to want him right now. As my trance went further, he spoke, “We’re here.” I was breathless when I looked away from him, and my cheeks were burning red as I stared out the window, noticing we’re right in front of the restaurant. The door opened and revealed a man in all black needing to park our car. I got out and nodded to this man as Rio walked next to me and into the building. As we stepped into the restaurant, we were in this dimly lit foyer with only three people sitting on black benches. It was a small-looking foyer with white marbled floors and off-white walls with art and pictures all over them. There were cute little lights attached to the walls, making the room look safe and comforting. It was a room that I could look at forever. We were greeted by a man in an all-black suit who took our coats and hung them up for us in this cute coat closet. With all the money I have in my bank account, I have never experienced anything like this before, and I was only in a fucking foyer. Anyway, the man in the suit talked to Rio and then guided us to one of the doors in the foyer. When he opened the door, the thick fragrance of sweet desserts and spices brought joy to my nose. The warm beats of music blasted through the air and echoed through the entire building. The sound of music brought me a sense of comfort as a heartfelt smile spread across my face rapidly, taking in all of the elements of this place. I loved this place, and Rio knew I did.

Anyway, I felt a warm hand softly settle on my lower back, guiding me through the crowd and towards our table. We got seated at this small table facing the huge band and the little dance floor in the front of the dimly lit room. There were four couples slowly dancing in front of everyone, having a good time, and it brought me joy to look at all of them being madly in love with each other. I slowly creeped out of my trance and realized Rio was looking at me with a smirk on his face. I chuckled softly. “What?”

“I see that you like this place."

"Yes, I do. I was really surprised if you wanted to say that.”

He nodded. “Well, do you want to dance?”

I arched my eyebrow. “Dance?” I said, tilting my head. I laughed, “I don't dance; trust me.”

But of course he didn’t understand that, because after I said those words, he stood up and put out his hand. “I don’t believe that, Ma; I know you can dance.”

His voice made me cave in, and I took his slightly cold hands as he guided me towards the simple, polished floor in front of the band. The soft glow of the light warmed my skin as his hand lingered down my body and onto my waist, pulling me towards him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, but I still didn’t feel comfortable with him, so I kept my distance. I tried to steer away from his eyes; however, he caught on to that.

“Can you at least act like you don’t hate me?” he mumbled in his deep, husky voice. I steered my attention toward him and glanced into his deep, hickory eyes.

“I don't... hate you, Rio,” I said softly.

"Well, you haven’t talked all night."

“I don’t know what to talk about or ask you... I basically know everything about you."

Rio chuckled and looked away from me, and when he did that, I didn’t realize how close we'd gotten. I felt his strong chest against mine as our bodies moved in unison. His heat bounced off his body and on to mine. Rio's hands grew tighter around my waist, giving me a sense of security. My body grew tense, and my breath was ragged when I noticed what he was doing to my body. I deeply sank into his body, and everything grew still in the room.

[themuselesswriter]

A Y/N face-claims appreciation post for Museless Imagines

[waynewifey]

hi i would really appreciate if you guys would reblog this fic!! tysm!! 💗

dear mr. wayne — b.w

summary: it’s not easy being a politician’s wife. it’s even harder to love a vigilante. months of negligence make you an easy target to his enemies.

pairing: bruce wayne/the batman x reader

genre: angst romance & dark action

warnings: swearing; smoking; kidnapping; violence; a bit of gore; “you” is she/her; bruce is the worst husband ever btw

word count: 2.8k

A/N: i wrote this back in january 2022 when the batman movie had just premiered, so kinda off the hype here. i hope you enjoy it anyway. already working on part 2, let me know if you guys would like it! also, this has taken a path way darker than i had in mind so i’m sorry if it’s too much. comments are appreciated!

gotham city, USA.

it's late.

you have no clock nearby, but you feel it in your bones. in your muscles too. it's too late and bruce should be home already. laying in the sofa, only half conscious, you regret telling alfred to go to bed. at least you wouldn't be alone. of course, being married to the batman you knew he would patrol at night often. you were okay with it. but lately bruce had been too focused on his other, and recent, goal: running for mayor. at first it seemed out of character, he was never good with the public or the press. but he stared at thomas wayne's painting in the hall in such painful façade, it made sense all off sudden. you were supportive of it. you showed up to every event just to stay by his side, to show the people the lovable man he was. the man you loved. the man who couldn't even be home for dinner.

the penthouse's elevator dings, opening its doors at the end of the hallway you see perfectly from your seat. your head doesn't lift instantly, like in the first week. instead, a long sigh escapes from your lips as bruce reaches the living room.

"hello, darling." he says, still in motion as he walks the stairway up to the room you shared. not a single kiss, or a hug. you follow him, because what else is there to do? you need to go to bed anyway. by the time you get there, slowly, his suit is already on the floor and he's taking a shower.

"how was the meeting?" you ask, knowing he usually did his Wayne Enterprising meetings — which consisted of hanging out long hours in bars with business men — at night. recently, he started a complicated relationship with a real estate company he wanted to invest in.

"the usual." he stopped fully answering these questions three weeks ago, making the only time you ever talked even shorter. the city has gotten more violent than ever since his batman duties were put on standby.

"any closer to sealing the deal?" you sit on the bed, watching the open bathroom door.

"probably." it's not like he's being rude. well, maybe a little bit. he just doesn't want to talk any more, it's clear on his tone. but it's 2am and you brain isn't working too well.

"when is this gonna end, bruce?" you finally say, as he puts his boxers on. "when are we ever having dinner again? or going on a date? when are you gonna stop treating me like i'm some sort of home decor?" you almost vomit out the words that have been stuck on your throat for days. surprisingly, the heartache doesn't softens. instead, it gets worse. it's like admitting your abandonment.

six months ago, you started trying to get pregnant. it hadn't always been a dream of yours, but the idea of having an heir to all you've spent your life building is charming. you realised you were in the right time to do so, you had just turned 28, bruce was 32, and both had stable careers. a month later, bruce announced his candidacy. and so soon you gave up. you told yourself once he won the election everything would be fine. you would try again. but, realistically, being a mayor was already a lot of work on itself. he wouldn't want a pregnant wife or a child to take care of. after the four years, who knows? he might as well have a new life project. and your family would always stand on the side.

"i don't know what you're talking about..." he doesn't look into your eyes. hell, he barely looks at you. that feeling, the negligence, is enough to trigger the tears. you take a deep breath, making an effort to look composed.

"don't you, though?" your voice is shaken. look at me. look at me. look at me. look at me. he doesn't. "bruce." you call, finally getting his attention. however, the boredom on his face knocks you off your feet, legs trembling in pain and anger. "i just want you to make an effort on us..."

"really? cause that's all i ever done." he's leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed in a way you would find attractive in other circumstances. but now he's yelling and you fight back the urge to shrink into the mattress. "do you think i wanna have a kid on this fucked up town? i'm tryna fix this. fix everything!" his faces turns red-ish. something inside of you makes you want to leave the room. you've always been an avoider, that is one of the reasons you hadn't really had couple fights. so, basically, this is very new. "i've got the weight of the fucking world on my back."

"let's leave then" you manage to say, replacing the you chose this. it was true, however, that he was the one to put himself in this position. bruce wayne could've gotten his entire life without working if he wanted to. but he always needed to save everyone, to suffer for other's happiness. he was a giver. sometimes you wondered if he needed to be saved instead.

"you know i can't do that." he mumbles, in a defeated tone. a sigh escapes from his lips, suddenly the tiredness takes over his face. it's almost enough to make you let it go, to internalise your distress again. he really can't, you know that. he feels that the city is his liability, because it was the only thing he had since he became an orphan. but he had you, too. he just didn't acknowledge that.

"and i can't stay like this." it sounds like an whisper, but it's a plead. choose me. please. he seems to read it in your eyes, face contorting in agony when he realises what you're asking for. me or gotham? it's stupid to think he would ever choose you. but you hoped, so desperately, because you would choose him. always.

"let's not do this tonight, okay? i have to be in the office by the morning." tears instantly fall as he turns off the lights and lays on the bed, turning his back to where you slept. for a moment, you're static. his words were final. were you ever in control of something in your life? why were all of these decisions being made for you? mechanically, you stand on both feet and walk to the door. you don't even notice your movement until you're on the elevator. your husband didn't intervene either. this neighbourhood is one of the safest in town, which honestly isn't much but you had to get out. anyway, nowhere is totally safe at 3am.

you walk two blocks, clinging to the fluffy sweater you wore. the depressing air of gotham slows your pace, to a point you start wondering if it was really necessary to be aware. you could feel the city devouring you, starting with your hope. the blue 24h sign lights up the street, in a way that isn't welcoming, but you know the place well enough to not be scared to get in. a bell sounds over the door and wakes up the male behind the counter. he's got long black hair and seems to haven't seen a good night of sleep in weeks. same,you think.

"hi. can i get the blue one?" you point at the camel's behind the man. he nods, quickly putting a pack on the wooden board. the prices pops up on the cashier's display. you pay and go outside. smoking was an bad habit from your college days, when pressure got too excruciating. every now and then you would treat yourself to some cigarettes, for the confidence it gave you. the sense of control to be the one, for once, ruining yourself. the smoke burns your throat on the first inhale and you hold back a cough. you're too entertained by the cigar to notice the black van approaching. it stops right in front of you, and everything happens too quickly for your brain to process. it's all dark.

he's in a meeting, the boring kind.

the kind that has him seated in silence while a representative talks to his employees, who never get to listen to their actual boss. there's a chart being shown on a large tv on the other side of the room. he's not listening, though. he's writing down ideas for a thanksgiving speech. a head pops into the conference room.

"mr. wayne." it's one of the new assistants, hired especially for the election season. he didn't care to memorise her name, because temps usually don't last long. if she hadn't called him, he might've not even looked up. but the room is silent, expecting eyes on him. the girl at the door looks terrified. "you're urgently required outside, please."

he sighs as he gets up from his leather chair. the second the door closed behind him, chatter is heard again. in the corridor, the woman conducts him to his office and they get in. there's a bit of a commotion, four men lounge around his table, all their faces tense.

"mr. wayne, i'm afraid we don't have good news." the head of the marketing team speaks, a man called robert vance. he's probably said the same phrase to bruce about seven times this month, so that doesn't do much. the assistant approaches with an ipad, unpausing a video. "we received this from an anonymous email about forty minutes ago. we weren't able to get the ip address just yet."

the video starts with a black screen, zooming out to show a woman with a bag over her head. she has her hands on her back and is kneeling on the ground. bruce's heart skips a beat noticing the hair falling down her shoulders.

"bruce wayne..." an eerie voice whispers from behind the camera, breathing heavily. "i've robbed an egg from your basket, and you haven't even noticed!" there's a disturbing chuckle and the video shakes a bit. bruce doesn't move, eyes stuck on the screen. no one in the room has done anything other than breathing. someone gulps. "it's been long hours, but we're having fun, aren't we, darling?" a gloved hand reaches for the bag, pulling it out. her face - your face - is dripping blood. you're biting on a fabric, still in your home clothes. bruce's jaw clenches. you're crying, face beaten, in this degrading situation. your eyes pierce the screen right into his. suddenly, a gun is tapped on your forehead and you close your eyes into a sob. your lips mouth please. "i'm running out of patience here, you're running out of time. let's do business, shall we?" he laughs, knocking the pistol on the side of your head, making you fall laying on the floor, unconscious. the spot bleeds. "here's my proposal: you come clean about your father's deal with carmine falcone and maybe i don't shoot little mrs. wayne... or i do both. it's your choice, really. the clock is ticking. tick tock, wayne."

the video stops, the sight of a gun pointed at your unresponsive body burns into his mind. bruce is panting, the adrenaline rushes into his brain. there's a million of plans being built, but none of them seem viable.

"don't let media get this." he managed to say. one of the men in suits says it's too late. the tv flicks on showing a news report on the video. he kicks the side of his table, the contents being thrown across the room. "FUCK! you bastards wait forty fucking minutes to show me this?" he screams, no one can look him in the eyes. a hand runs through his black hair. "meanwhile my wife is out there with a gun on her head! and what have you done? i swear to god, if i don't find her alive and well i'm killing everyone in this goddamned room with my bare hands."

he storms out of there, reaching to his phone to call alfred and noticing the multiple missed calls. fucking silent mode. the sun is setting.

"i got the address." the butler says, instead of hello. a 'ding' sounds in his ear.

there has been pain for so long. you try to remember before the pain. but all is pain. he has to make it stop.

the floor is cold cement and you feel so small in this huge warehouse. the man in the mask knows you can't run. not only you're tied up, but the will had left you long before getting dragged into that van. he sees it in your eyes. so he strolls around, always in that ridiculous dark green overall. then he beats you up for fun. no cameras. just you and the devil himself. you find yourself praying, after all these years. you don't pray to get out, no. you pray so that it ends soon. you pray that the stab wound in your abdomen will get you an infection. you pray that when you close your eyes, you never have to open them again. but the divine has left you in the cold cement.

there's an explosion. your eyes open. there's smoke and dust taking over one of the walls. you're seeing everything horizontally, cheek on the floor. the man in green is just as scared as you were.

bruce wayne busted that fucking wall down. he expected a full team of psychopaths and maybe some more security. there was just one coward in the warehouse. the thing stares at him coming out of the smoke, fingers fidgeting. the batman steps forward. the freak steps back. then turns around, runs to a half broken wardrobe and grabs a gun from it. bruce walks slowly. there's a struggle loading the gun. he takes the opportunity to run and throw the thing on the floor. he bangs his head on it. the vermin screams. he takes one punch. two. tries to reach for the fallen gun. bruce steps on his hand and the loud crack echoes in the room. he screams again. three punches. the mask is taken off. his nose is bleeding. more punches. he holds the neck. the head is turning purple. oh how he wants to kill this little shit. bruce wayne will kill him. it will just take a few more seconds...

"baby, no" at first he thinks he's imagining it. it's so soft, so weak. but he looks up and there she is. his hands loose. right on the corner, chains on her legs. her face is ruined from blood and dirt. her wrists bleed too. the motherfucker chained her. hell is too good for this thing.

bang. on his shoulder. he looks down and the blood is dripping on the freak's face. he’s pushed to the side, holding the wound. tiny white dots obstruct his vision. he grunts through the pain. the man gets up and runs towards you. bruce can’t move. he arches his back, trying to roll and lay on his chest. it feels like he can’t move his arm anymore, like his bones had detached. when he finally does so, the man is escaping through a window. his hand searches for the adrenaline-boost in his belt, grabs it and quickly injects on his leg. it takes a second to get his blood rushing again. he crawls up and jumps through the window, which leads him to a metal balcony.

you’re almost standing, but he holds your chains and a gun to your face. the shooting sound had scared you awake. you can’t believe how close to bruce you finally are, but the conditions couldn’t be worse. you can hear water running below your feet, you don’t need daylight to show you the violent river you’re standing above. this is not good.

bruce has his hands up in the air and is holding himself back to not do anything stupid. the man’s face is contorting into the creepiest smile. no.

everything happens so slowly, yet he’s not quick enough to grab you in time. you’re falling in the air and he jumped after you. for a moment, the world is air. you can’t hold out your hand. your hair is flying in your face, he does not want to die without seeing you one last time. his cape holds him back and the distance between you only increases. you’re gone. the impact comes.

part two?

[emo-batboy]

daily affirmations: i am enough. i love, and i am loved. i am kind to myself and to others. the batman (2022) dir. matt reeves starring robert pattinson, zoe kravitz, paul dano, and jeffrey wright, also with andy serkis and colin farrell, is a real movie that exists; it is not a figment of my imagination.

The Batman (2022) is real; it is not a figment of my imagination. The Batman (2022) is real; it is not a figment of my imagination. The Batman (2022) is real; it is not a figment of my imagination. Th̭e̠̩̝ ̦̪̥B̺̱͕at̳̙͕m̲an̬̬ (̮̙2̼̲0̯22)̗ ̦̞is re̗̘̣al; ̥̭it i͖s no͔t a̙̜̥ fi̫ͅgme̞n͖̯͔t̬ͅ o̖͎f m̭̙y ̩im͕̱ag͎̺in̪̱͖a͉̫̪t̫̺̦io̤̗n̻̪͙.̠̻͓ ͍ Th̭e̠̩̝ ̦̪̥B̺̱͕at̳̙͕m̲an̬̬ (̮̙2̼̲0̯22)̗ ̦̞is re̗̘̣al; ̥̭it i͖s no͔t a̙̜̥ fi̫ͅgme̞n͖̯͔t̬ͅ o̖͎f m̭̙y ̩im͕̱ag͎̺in̪̱͖a͉̫̪t̫̺̦io̤̗n̻̪͙.̠̻͓ ͍ T̝he ̬̥̯B̯͎̟̥͇̞aṭ͉̣m͇͓̫͕͖a͖n̞̮̭̫ (̞̲̙̥̱̥2̗̜͙̳̹0̬̱͈͔̳͕̥2͈2͔͎̥)̖̱̬͙͍̠̮ ị̟̺̩s̮̗̝ r̻̰̜̪̦̳e̖̬̣̝al;̺̗ͅ iṭ̝̮͍̞̪ i͙̮̖̦͕̺̘s ̫̙͚̯͔no̼̮t̥̼̫̙̼ͅ a ̘f̩̘̝i̭̤̥̱g̳̘̜̗̖̬̪meṇ͓͇̼͇t͖͚͈̥̮ͅ ̮͚̹͎͕o̟͈f̦͕ m̭͚͈̹̲̯̙y̹̭̭ ̭i͙̮̬͚͚͚͖ma̝͉̖ͅg͉̩͚̯ina͔t̤̗͖͖͈i͍̲̻̘̬o̝͓̦̯̰n͕̬͎̪̬̙͙.̹̰̯ T̝he ̬̥̯B̯͎̟̥͇̞aṭ͉̣m͇͓̫͕͖a͖n̞̮̭̫ (̞̲̙̥̱̥2̗̜͙̳̹0̬̱͈͔̳͕̥2͈2͔͎̥)̖̱̬͙͍̠̮ ị̟̺̩s̮̗̝ r̻̰̜̪̦̳e̖̬̣̝al;̺̗ͅ iṭ̝̮͍̞̪ i͙̮̖̦͕̺̘s ̫̙͚̯͔no̼̮t̥̼̫̙̼ͅ a ̘f̩̘̝i̭̤̥̱g̳̘̜̗̖̬̪meṇ͓͇̼͇t͖͚͈̥̮ͅ ̮͚̹͎͕o̟͈f̦͕ m̭͚͈̹̲̯̙y̹̭̭ ̭i͙̮̬͚͚͚͖ma̝͉̖ͅg͉̩͚̯ina͔t̤̗͖͖͈i͍̲̻̘̬o̝͓̦̯̰n͕̬͎̪̬̙͙.̹̰̯ T̞̖̻͖̦̪͈h͇̣̦̖̰͎̙̼̝̟̪͉͕ͅe̙͚͈̲̝̮̱̯̠͓̘̫ ̞͎̲̰͉̳B͉̲̭̙̮̰̮̩̫͖͙͕a͕̯̺̞͓t͕m̖̘̝̞̻̬̙̱̲̤͚͇̤͇̤an̜ (2͎̣̣͈͇̺̱̖̙0̟̰̮̯̺̫͎̰͖̺̞̠̼2̬͎̰̣̺̙͎̗͈̱̻̲͇̼̱2͈̻͈̠̜̻̤̖̫) ̟i͉̩̤͙͎̣̪̫ͅͅs̗̘̞̖̥̺̬̩̜͎̟ ̥̜̬̠̼̫̗̠̻r̲̩͉͔͇̪͈̰͚̻͙͉ͅea͚͔̪̠ḷ͉͙̼̜̤̰; i̻̻̫̭͕̙͖̰͔͕̥͕t ͖̩̭̩̳̰͓͙̬is̰̥̦͓̺̝ n͕̺̫͇̻̫̜͎̖̙̩̟̯̼̻ot͙͕̥̗̳̣̤͍̯̙͙̮͉͇͚ a͍̤͔̹̳̘̼̬̤̭͉̝͖ fi̺̤̱̻̞͍͈̲g̦̗͎̼̬͓̝͔͓̞̫͉̲ͅm̦͚e͔̫̠̗̼̗̼̯͈nt̝̠̖̺̪̖̻̠͕̟͕̦̜͖ of͍ m̱̲̫̳̗̫̩͇͖̹̖̖̱̹͉y ̻̰ima̖̼̰̘̥̦͕̮g̲̹͉̪͉̪̮̞̳̘̯̦̳̤̬i̳͔̥̪̺̪̩̟̪̜̻̱̻̮nat̞̻̮̜̦̪̻̜̜͔̰̰̬̼i͎̺̠̳̥̞̫̥̠on͙̙̤̘̱̠̪.̜͚͓͇̲̤̺̱̹͖͈̣͎̦͔ ͈̯̣ T̞̖̻͖̦̪͈h͇̣̦̖̰͎̙̼̝̟̪͉͕ͅe̙͚͈̲̝̮̱̯̠͓̘̫ ̞͎̲̰͉̳B͉̲̭̙̮̰̮̩̫͖͙͕a͕̯̺̞͓t͕m̖̘̝̞̻̬̙̱̲̤͚͇̤͇̤an̜ (2͎̣̣͈͇̺̱̖̙0̟̰̮̯̺̫͎̰͖̺̞̠̼2̬͎̰̣̺̙͎̗͈̱̻̲͇̼̱2͈̻͈̠̜̻̤̖̫) ̟i͉̩̤͙͎̣̪̫ͅͅs̗̘̞̖̥̺̬̩̜͎̟ ̥̜̬̠̼̫̗̠̻r̲̩͉͔͇̪͈̰͚̻͙͉ͅea͚͔̪̠ḷ͉͙̼̜̤̰; i̻̻̫̭͕̙͖̰͔͕̥͕t ͖̩̭̩̳̰͓͙̬is̰̥̦͓̺̝ n͕̺̫͇̻̫̜͎̖̙̩̟̯̼̻ot͙͕̥̗̳̣̤͍̯̙͙̮͉͇͚ a͍̤͔̹̳̘̼̬̤̭͉̝͖ fi̺̤̱̻̞͍͈̲g̦̗͎̼̬͓̝͔͓̞̫͉̲ͅm̦͚e͔̫̠̗̼̗̼̯͈nt̝̠̖̺̪̖̻̠͕̟͕̦̜͖ of͍ m̱̲̫̳̗̫̩͇͖̹̖̖̱̹͉y ̻̰ima̖̼̰̘̥̦͕̮g̲̹͉̪͉̪̮̞̳̘̯̦̳̤̬i̳͔̥̪̺̪̩̟̪̜̻̱̻̮nat̞̻̮̜̦̪̻̜̜͔̰̰̬̼i͎̺̠̳̥̞̫̥̠on͙̙̤̘̱̠̪.̜͚͓͇̲̤̺̱̹͖͈̣͎̦͔ ͈̯̣ T̫͓̻̩̳͛ͣͯ̋ͦh͌͐̒͂ͦ̈́ͫ̓͌̈́̎̂̍̚e̺̭̼̪͎̣̮͑͗̎͌̑̂͑ ̹̬̞̠̘̯̤̖̯̯̼͙͖̗̞͊̑̐̿̅͂̊͋̽̒̓̿͒̂̚B̓̈́͊͊̽̓ͧ̿ͭͮ͂à̏͊͊̍͆͆ṯ͉͍̫̳͍̮͇̬͉͕͕̻ͅm̃̆͐̎̿͌̽̄ͩͨͯ̆͐ͫa̞̘̐ͣn̓͌̀̏ͪͨ̊̐͐ ͓͙̘͓̙͈̜̪̘̦͆̍́ͥ̂͊̈́̾ͮ̓(̱͉͓̮̱̣͓̖̤̩̿͐ͥͣ̎͋ͥͤ̽̂̐ͅ2͚̤̪ͪ̅̊0̞̼̙̝̹ͨͬ͊̌̀2͕̜̬̋ͩ̓2̟̥̈̒)̯̗͔̙̲̦̦̝̝̭̩̹ͥ̂̃ͤ̉͑͛̏ͪ̇̈́̚ ̥̝̦͇̼͙̩͙̣̺̹̜̾̈̀͐ͬ̋̍̏ͣ̈̋͒ḯ̓ͩ̎s͈̯̦͂ͧ̏ ͊̄ͪ̾͒̌̌͒ͦͥ̽̌̓̔̈r̭̝̘̠̝̈́̿̄ͮ͊eͧ̿̇ͣͥͭa̱̥̙̗̙͕̩͉͇l͉͇̰̜̜̫̪͔̪̭̝̓̋̉͛͛̒͆̌̋̆ͦ;̪̞̦̦͔̖̥͉̹̯̫̘̔̊̌̍͊̉̉ͮ̽͆́̉͑ͅ ̤͍̹̫̟̜͈̹̠̩͇̤͎̞̍́ͧͮͬ́ͥ̒̏͛̉͂̑̈i̯͔t͐ͨ̽̅͊̇̊̿͐̈̀̊ ́̇̋i͖̮̦̩͔͙̼̝̘̰̲̋ͦͥͬ̓̐ͭ͌̾̒̂s͍̬̞̭͔̏̇̈͆̑ ͑́̿͌͂͗͌̑no͇̺̓͂͊͒ͣ̉͒̇͂̇̒��̮͇̲̮͕̫̯͚ṯ̯̜ a̹̣̘̲̼ ̝̻͔͈͑ͪ̅̑ͯͅf̥͙͈͕͎͉ͤ̃͗͆̓̄i̬̼͍͉̙̫̠̪͙̲͌̿̿̋̈̿̽ͣͯ̄g̦̭̙͕̦͓̮̖͖͓̖̹̮ͯ͋ͥ̅ͦ͂ͧ̓͗̈́ͤ̿̄m̲͒ͥͅen̺̣̹̱͙̔̃ͥ̐̈t̪̪̱͎̣̮̙̺̫ ͈́o͗̉ͥͥͤ̄ͦͤ̂ͧf̯͈͉ͅ ̱̙̬̗̹̤̣̦̖̈́̋̓̓̈͗̉ͧ͊̚ͅm͒͆ͤͣ̊̔͊ͭ͂̑ͩ̀̍͌̚y͙̦̩͇̠̠̙̠̫͙͊̇̓ͨ̓ͪͭͦ̓ͩ ̖̝͓̦̬͈͕͇̩̻ͅi̜̹̭̜ṃ̬̗̫̮̟͉̪̞̝͍̭̄̆͆̆̽ͧ͋͌̏ͫͥͨȁ͔͕̲̲̠͉̠̥̱͓͇ͪ̾ͮ̎̏̒̔̏͊͒ͨͅg̥̯̱̠͉͍̖̬͍in̲̪̦̬͙̝͌ͤ͐͐̑͒ẫ͚̫̞̭̙̼̟̟͈̊̌̔ͧͪ̀͋t͐̐͆ͩ̈̊͒̔i̠̦̳̝̜͈͉̺͇ͅon̻̮̣̳̖̜͒͛̎̎̂ͤ.̣͈̖̱̝̝̳̗̹͍͎̓̀̅͐͗͆͋ͥ͂̇ͤ ̱͖̥̫̼̘͈̖̥̀́̍͑ͥ̈́͗͐̊ T̫͓̻̩̳͛ͣͯ̋ͦh͌͐̒͂ͦ̈́ͫ̓͌̈́̎̂̍̚e̺̭̼̪͎̣̮͑͗̎͌̑̂͑ ̹̬̞̠̘̯̤̖̯̯̼͙͖̗̞͊̑̐̿̅͂̊͋̽̒̓̿͒̂̚B̓̈́͊͊̽̓ͧ̿ͭͮ͂à̏͊͊̍͆͆ṯ͉͍̫̳͍̮͇̬͉͕͕̻ͅm̃̆͐̎̿͌̽̄ͩͨͯ̆͐ͫa̞̘̐ͣn̓͌̀̏ͪͨ̊̐͐ ͓͙̘͓̙͈̜̪̘̦͆̍́ͥ̂͊̈́̾ͮ̓(̱͉͓̮̱̣͓̖̤̩̿͐ͥͣ̎͋ͥͤ̽̂̐ͅ2͚̤̪ͪ̅̊0̞̼̙̝̹ͨͬ͊̌̀2͕̜̬̋ͩ̓2̟̥̈̒)̯̗͔̙̲̦̦̝̝̭̩̹ͥ̂̃ͤ̉͑͛̏ͪ̇̈́̚ ̥̝̦͇̼͙̩͙̣̺̹̜̾̈̀͐ͬ̋̍̏ͣ̈̋͒ḯ̓ͩ̎s͈̯̦͂ͧ̏ ͊̄ͪ̾͒̌̌͒ͦͥ̽̌̓̔̈r̭̝̘̠̝̈́̿̄ͮ͊eͧ̿̇ͣͥͭa̱̥̙̗̙͕̩͉͇l͉͇̰̜̜̫̪͔̪̭̝̓̋̉͛͛̒͆̌̋̆ͦ;̪̞̦̦͔̖̥͉̹̯̫̘̔̊̌̍͊̉̉ͮ̽͆́̉͑ͅ ̤͍̹̫̟̜͈̹̠̩͇̤͎̞̍́ͧͮͬ́ͥ̒̏͛̉͂̑̈i̯͔t͐ͨ̽̅͊̇̊̿͐̈̀̊ ́̇̋i͖̮̦̩͔͙̼̝̘̰̲̋ͦͥͬ̓̐ͭ͌̾̒̂s͍̬̞̭͔̏̇̈͆̑ ͑́̿͌͂͗͌̑no͇̺͍̮͇̲̮͕̫̯͚̓͂͊͒ͣ̉͒̇͂̇̒ṯ̯̜ a̹̣̘̲̼ ̝̻͔͈͑ͪ̅̑ͯͅf̥͙͈͕͎͉ͤ̃͗͆̓̄i̬̼͍͉̙̫̠̪͙̲͌̿̿̋̈̿̽ͣͯ̄g̦̭̙͕̦͓̮̖͖͓̖̹̮ͯ͋ͥ̅ͦ͂ͧ̓͗̈́ͤ̿̄m̲͒ͥͅen̺̣̹̱͙̔̃ͥ̐̈t̪̪̱͎̣̮̙̺̫ ͈́o͗̉ͥͥͤ̄ͦͤ̂ͧf̯͈͉ͅ ̱̙̬̗̹̤̣̦̖̈́̋̓̓̈͗̉ͧ͊̚ͅm͒͆ͤͣ̊̔͊ͭ͂̑ͩ̀̍͌̚y͙̦̩͇̠̠̙̠̫͙͊̇̓ͨ̓ͪͭͦ̓ͩ i̜̹̭̜ṃ̬̗̫̮̟͉̪̞̝͍̭̄̆͆̆̽ͧ͋͌̏ͫͥͨȁ͔͕̲̲̠͉̠̥̱͓͇ͪ̾ͮ̎̏̒̔̏͊͒ͨͅg̥̯̱̠͉͍̖̬͍in̲̪̦̬͙̝͌ͤ͐͐̑͒ẫ͚̫̞̭̙̼̟̟͈̊̌̔ͧͪ̀͋t͐̐͆ͩ̈̊͒̔i̠̦̳̝̜͈͉̺͇ͅon̻̮̣̳̖̜͒͛̎̎̂ͤ.̣͈̖̱̝̝̳̗̹͍͎̓̀̅͐͗͆͋ͥ͂̇ͤ ̱͖̥̫̼̘͈̖̥̀́̍͑ͥ̈́͗͐̊ T͉̗̮̟̥̟̩̦̊̒͛ͮͫ̌̀ͩẖ͓͎̰͚̤̦͍̻̘̉͂̒͛̄̈͋ͩ͛̎ė̸͕̲̼̗̦̗͕̼͔̼̽ͭ̓ͤ̌ͤ͗ͤ̄ ̘͓͚͙͓̘͕̫̘̝̯ͅͅB͚̟͖̰̝̰̲̋͑͂̃ͭͮͭa̶͍̙̯͕͔̺̩͖͇͈͉͚͚͉͡tm͐̎͒a͙ͥn ̻̼͚͉̤̰̰́͆̅ͬ͌ͫ̈(2̷̶̧̰͓̪̺͕̘̋̏̋ͧ̌̏02͎͚̪̩͈̆̽ͪ̀͆2̸̫̣̩͓̘̖͈̻ͨ̔̄̄̔̂̾̃)̨̨͇̞̭̺͇͓͋ͧ̾̅̏̈́̀ ͦ̌ͭ͂ͦ̄̆͛͊̇̄̇͊̚͢͏͔͚̙̯͇̺̭̳̥̺͙͖͚͔î̖̥̦̱̰̯͈̻̬̜̖̌ͦ͆ͭͫ̐ͦ̊͗̀̚͡͠sͨͣ̓̎ͦ̍͑ ̵̢̲̝͚̞̹̱͕̠̻͂̊̉̊̓ͨ̌ͬ͑̚͝ͅr̶͙̘̬̘̗̘̱̖͇̘̪͝e̫͙̦͖̬̗͙̼̬̘͈̠̩̘̯a̲̝̙̘͖͔̪̝͆ͥ̊̍ͩ̈́ͫ̚ļ͘;̝̈́ ̧̥͙͓̟̖̭̹̰̹͉̮̼͙͎̫̅ͩ͊̆ͪ̌ͬ̂ͩ̊̈́̉ͥ̇̆̕̕į̮̬͉̼̲͈̫͓̖̯͍̣͓ͪ̎̽ͬͯ̊͂͋ͯͣͥ̏̒͐̚͝ͅͅt̷͞ ̧̣̟̜̣̞͚̹͈͚̔̋ͩ̔̿̉̈́̎̉̊͘ͅị̖̰̹̞̫͚̗̹ͭͤ͗̓̅̿́ͨ͑̌͢ͅs̩̗̋ͪ ͠҉̖̣̩ń̶ọ̭̹̏͂̒t͊͏̭ ̡̖̼̟̦̝͡a͡͠ ̉

I hope I'm doing this right.

[banananami]

Couple Costumes with JJK Men!

A/N: October is here so here is a halloween related thread! I couldn’t find a photo for the second costume I chose for Megumi and Gojo but just imagine there is one! Plus, apologies in advance for these photos - I couldn’t find any photos that reflected the vision in my head (who knew it would be hard to find simple halloween related photos!)

GOJO

Trying to figure out Gojo was so hard, but honestly all i can guarantee is that he’d want you to look sexy as FUCK.

He’d probably do the Ken and Barbie couples costume. Little did he know that he’d get so turned on by you in a pink cowboy outfit. BUT then he would remember the plot to the Barbie movie and ask questions like if it’s feminist to say you look sexy in the barbie costume 😭😭.

If it was a halloween party with the first and second years, then I feel like he’d dress up as a mummy. He typically wraps his eyes up so it’s an easy costume idea! You’d put on a cute archaeologist/Indiana Jones-esque outfit on! The kids thank you for wrapping up Gojo’s mouth with a bandage so they don’t have to hear him make corny jokes about their costumes 😭

GETO

I was originally going to suggest Geto and you dressing up as a priest and a nun, but I feel as though that might be offensive!

SO, you guys dress as Grimm and Malaria (Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy)! It’s a cartoon show you both loved watching during your times at school (Shoko loved it too but she couldn’t handle you two flirting whilst the three of you would watch it on TV).

If not Billy and Mandy, then I could imagine a Batman and Catwoman costume (Rob Pat and Zoe Kravitz version). Simple, cheap, and effective! Plus, Geto in eye makeup??? Yes please!!

NANAMI

I think it would be difficult to persuade Nanami to wear a costume but if he did, it would be most likely something simple like Morticia and Gomez from the Addams Family!!

All he has to do is slick his hair down, wear a suit and a fake stache! Plus, he loves you just as much as Gomez loves Morticia so!!!

BUT if you can somehow really convince him then there’s also the option of dressing like Woody and Jessie from Toy Story.

The funky patterns of the Cowboy Costume reminds him of his funky tie so why wouldn’t he!! Plus, Nanami in a cowboy hat would be so cute (I need an artist to draw Nanami in a Woody costume ASAP!!)

MEGUMI

Similar to Nanami, I think it would be difficult to convince Megumi to do something eccentric as a halloween costume.

He’d do something low maintenance with you like being skeletons together!!

Unless you trick him and paint cat whiskers on his face instead 🤭 Megumi as a lil black cat 🐈‍⬛ is so cute to me !!

He’d be slightly annoyed at first but the look on your face over him being a silly little kitten makes it worthwhile! The meowification of Megumi Fushiguro!

YUUJI

I just know this boy loves Halloween!!! If he loves horror films then best believe he loves Halloween, okay!

That being said, I don’t think he’s super creative at designing costumes. The most creative he’d be is cutting two holes in your white bed sheets and throwing it over you! You might even pop some shades on Yuuji to make him look cooler 😎.

HOWEVER, if Yuuji is willing to splash some money on clothes and makeup, then best believe he’d dress up as Beast boy!! You’re obviously Raven ofc. Would definitely win best couple costume!

[cowboymater]

thoughts on batcat ship?

they both suck at talking about their feelings so you put them in the same room and it's like the combined emotional availability of a boiled egg. and then they kiss. iconic. endgame to Me

also these panels live rent-free in my mind 24/7, i regularly amuse myself by imagining this as battinson & zoe kravitz selina kyle

[ausssbutlershortstories]

Austin has said many times that he likes to keep his life private, that he hates paparazzi and that NY is a city where he feels like he can't be calm because the paparazzi are after him, but Kaia has been in Los Angeles for more than 2 weeks and we literally don't know anything about Austin, we haven't even seen his nose. Here we are clear that Kaia is the one who calls the paparazzi and that everything is calculated between the two, where they give the street time and they take the photos. I don't want to make Austin a victim because he is in this game and I can't even imagine what karma he is paying and what kind of agreement he will have to allow all this, because he doesn't look happy doing it either. But my point is that Bad Bunny, Zoe Kravitz and Matt Smith have all been spotted these days even though they are filming, but Austin prefers to stay hidden and agrees with what he says about not liking being photographed especially if he is working, which is why everything is so confusing regarding what is going on with them and so revealing the fact that if Kaia is not there is no trace of Austin.

Yeah I don’t like making him a victim either but it really does show how calculated everything is.The man can hide out when he feels like and when he wants to. Stay low, and then Kaia comes and that goes out the window. I feel like whatever agreement there is , it was only meant to favor Kaia for the most part. Austin may get some benefits from it but this was definitely more for Kaia and making her level up.

[fandomnerd9602]

Christina x reader?

Fandom: Divergent

Y/N: why won’t you go out with me?

Christina: baby you couldn’t handle me. You’re not forceful enough

Y/N: oh aren’t I?

Y/N playfully shoves her against the table. Christina jumps onto it.

She pulls Y/N close, wrapping her legs around their waist…

Christina: maybe it’s me who can’t handle you

The two share a laugh as they begin to kiss over and over and…

[jewishbarbies]

In relations to Gal Gadot's support for IDF, people started to bring up the infamous "Imagine" video.

Now, I also found it incredibly tonedeaf when it first came out. Bit why was she always the one to get most flack for it? I understand that it was her idea, but it's not like the rest of celebrities were forced into it.

Zoe Kravitz, Pedro Pascal, Jimmy Fallon, Mark Ruffalo and Cara Whateverthefuck? People completely glassed over their involvement in this train trainwreck even back then.

it’s because they were convinced she killed palestinian babies with her bare hands when she was first cast as wonder woman, and I’m not even remotely joking. Gal was a gym trainer during her mandatory service. they saw that and pulled a thg Gale like “even if they’re mopping floors they’re helping the enemy” and they’ve never let it go. the things people have given themselves permission to say about her bc of a lie is really, really disgusting and at the same time very telling of where we’re at as a society.

[the-kr8tor]

YAYY THANK YOU FOR ASKING, ANON 😘

Ok first off, Yuri, Ned and James aren't my ocs. They're from the Spider-Man comics, movies/animated series and games, so I won't have a face claim for them bc they already have them (via their actors/official art) (and yes, James is actually JJJ's kid in the comics)

You can absolutely imagine whatever you want for these characters, this is what I think they would look like.

Face claims under the cut

TTN first

As for Finn the boatman, he's Mikael Persbrandt from sex education

For Aunt Janet, it's Esther Rolle because she gives off such comforting vibes

For the bestie, Danny, it's Scott Evans

For Mrs Williams and the fashion house recruiter that i definitely did not forget the name of and my drafts are completely broken so I cant check is Emma Thompson and Jeffrey Wright

Terry the bully is Jeremy Ray Taylor from IT chapter 1

Lacy is Zoe Kravitz (R has some tough competition lmao)

TF next:

Olga and the other patron that i definitely remember the name without looking at chapter 1. Helen Mirren and Stephen Lang

To be continued to the next post bc tumblr only allows ten pictures 😞

[spindrifters]

Hi bestie. Do you have Andromeda, Ted, Frank, Alice fancasts?

ok so yes. although take this with a grain of salt bc I'm visualizing marginalia years which is like a decade ish after history books so they're the same but younger.

andromeda - zoe kravitz

ted - at any given point my brain is bouncing between jeremy allen white & paul mescal (bb ted has real heartstopper kid vibes though)

frank - john boyega

alice - nicola coughlan

obviously this goes without saying but my fc does not need to be your fc, that's what imagination's for baby!!

[wierdaesthetic]

Stop hating on cod simps

Wait, because this thing has been sitingon my mind for the past couple of days. Why the fuck do men hate on women for simping for Ghost and Konig and stuff like that. I see them in tiktok comments like bruh cod simps ruined them for me and I just wanted to play them like normal. Like bitch,first of all you a grown ass man and a tiktok changed your mind about "the boys" game, come on who is buying that. Second of all, just because men's sexualisation of women on games is normalised that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Yall sit here and complain about Ghost and Konig being Gen Z sex simbols when back in your age when Lara Croft finally got trianglular tits yall would beat your meat to that everyday for weeks. Dont even get me started on Mortal Kombat, which is one of my favourite games but oh my just type mortal kombat female character. At least we as women like some gear/protection on our fighter, you bitches said Fuck it, lets give her realisticly 0% chance of living because she is practlicly wearing a bikini BUT we aint stopping lets take that to minus where SHE HAS TO WEAR HEELS!! WHY? Cause it sexy, duh! Mortal Kombat isnt suppose to be realistic yeah nor Call of duty CAUSE THEY ARE GAMES!! LET PEOPLE FUCKING LIVE AND WANNA FUCK THEIR MONITORS!! ITS THEIR OWN PROBLEM!! Yall have been fucking waifu pillows and getting of to bayonneta and shit, so now that women found someone to simp over now sexualisation of game characters is weird? Also your itsy bitsy Ghost opperator isn't getting offended or humilated from such coments, you know why? Cause he is pixels on a fucking scene! He doesn't have emotions... also he hasn't been throught the shit that you say, you want to know why again? CAUSE HE IS NOT A REAL PERSON. But oh yeah, men they are complitly normal for spamming their horniness under Kylie Jenners or Zoe Kravitz posts, yeah thats totally normal, for say "I would pound her so hard he scoliosis would fix" or "I fuck her so hard we would demolish from existance" YEAH THAT TOTALLY NORMAL. But 2 teen girls say he is so fine or hear me out under a post? NONO THATS WEIRD AND UNCOMFY. I just think that your toxic masculinity is getting over your head cause you know that if you come across and actually attractive woman that has a Ghost or Konig type, you would never ever be able to bag her since you could never reach the type of atractiveness they exude EVEN WITHOUT SHOWING THEIR FACE? On that topic I have seen a lot of girls being asked why do they like masks on me. Bitch, lets rewing you remember mortal kombat? Do you remember what do ALL females have in common in there? MASKS? Have you ever asked a man why did they do that? To interperte the face of them how every they imagined but cod men yeah no war criminals dont yassify them. That all enough. I am tired. Fuck off (to anyone that disagrees) and Good night.

[justbetweenus8789]

In the context of this record and the but daddy I love him, I can do it with a broken heart, and the how did it end? of it all , I can’t stop thinking about Taylor going to jacks wedding in the summer. The way she was literally swarmed by ���fans” and became a tourist attraction, and her being so nice about it and smiling and waving and it makes me want to scream for her. Imagine feeling like you’re always something to be consumed.

Like given how she must have been feeling around that time with life events and a wedding being a sore spot (and btw weddings can be difficult for so many people; single and couples in struggling relationships).. the fact that people showed up to consume her then and she (I am assuming) still felt compelled to smile and wave just makes my heart hurt for her.

Alsoooo I’ve always loved the fact that in photos I saw Zoe kravitz was literally death staring people and I like to imagine protecting her friend and doing the bit Taylor can’t !

[lushloooser]

Hi

Your depiction of Catwoman as a trans woman of colour means so much to me, is she based off of any version of her or based off of anyone in particular?

YOO OMG! that means so much to me to hear!!!

I’d say Zoe Kravitz’s portrayal of her served for a lot of inspo to me story wise, especially since the Bruce she’s whipping is a younger Pattinson-esque Bruce. she has a past in sex work, and worked for the Penguin.

for like appearance, Munroe Bergdorf serves as a big inspo, since my Selina is now working as a semi-famous fashion model to get herself into all these rich-people events, and if you’re a Dimension 20 fan, I see a lot of Persephone Valentine in my Selina, too. just someone who’s always so stupid gorgeous and always wearing the most slayful outfits.

when writing Selina, I just write someone who exudes this femininity that I struggle to attain as a transwoman, and it’s cathartic i walk like a newborn deer in heels, but she can take a running leap across rooftops in 5 inch boots.

fun fact: there was a brief moment where instead of being a supermodel, my selina was going to be a musician. the music i imagined her making was dark and ethereal like L’Rain and SPELLLING, but with like a sensual energy to it like Shygirl and Yves Tumor. i switched her to being a model because I didn’t wanna come up with fake song names.

[ivycovehq]

welcome to ivy cove, h! we can’t wait to meet agatha harkness and selina kyle. please make sure you read through the checklist and send in your account within 24 hours

we are in the middle of an event. agatha has been placed in piltover and zaun and selina kyle has been placed in the northern water tribe with sydney adamu as a roommate

( H, she/her, 21+, pst ) woah! was that AGATHA HARKNESS walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from MARVEL. they’re 400+ and live in CORDOVA GROVE but watch out because they can be VINDICTIVE + EVASIVE but are actually CUNNING + CLEVER. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of THE COLOR PURPLE, A VINTAGE BROACH, WITCHCRAFT when imagining them. / KATHERINE HAHN, SHE/HER

( H, she/her, 21+, pst ) woah! was that SELINA KYLE walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from DC COMICS. they’re 35 and live in FULTON PARK but watch out because they can be SPONTANEOUS + SNEAKY but are actually EMPATHETIC + GOOD HEARTED. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of BLACK LEATHER JACKETS, RAZOR SHARP NAILS, CATS  when imagining them. / ZOE KRAVITZ, SHE/HER