I’m a  s o l d i e r

                              I fight for what I have to

                                                                     and i’m here to win this war.

  • me: looks at pet sleeping
  • pet:
  • me:
  • pet:
  • me:
  • pet:
  • me:
  • pet: breathes
  • me: oh thank god i thought you died
Reblog if your character has killed someone





The snowman out front must not be doing his job, at all.

"What are you doing here? Who are you?"

“A traveling acrobat among other things,” Selina replied cryptically, a smirk playing on her lips.
Nightmare || Open to Mutuals


Bruce opened his eyes. He was in a strange garden full of different coloured flowers, but suddenly the Sun warped into the Moon and everything around him dies and the white wooden fence around the garden turned to old, black, bent steel. Pumpkins appeared from the ground and spiders and snakes crawled out of them. He looked up and saw a shadow on the moon. The wind blew against Bruce’s face and he could hear a voice calling his name.

‘Who’s there?’ Bruce called.

‘I am the Who when you call, who’s there?

‘I am the wind blowing through your hair’

‘I am the shadow on the moon at night; filling your dreams to the brim with fright!’

Bruce’s closed his eyes. “I don’t have time for rhyming.”

 Seemingly asleep, Bruce was falling from the bright sky, falling through the white clouds like a shooting star towards the ocean. He landed in the sea below, but he could breathe. He slowly descended upon an ocean floor with abyss surrounding him. As he stepped onto the ground, the darkness below his feet erupted into doves and flew away, revealing a radiant light that slowly formed a stained-glass pillar, rising from unseen depths.

Suddenly, Bruce heard a silent voice. It didn’t make any sound, but he knew what it was saying, and he wasn’t scared of it.

‘Go back…’

‘What?’ Bruce asked.

‘Go back…’

‘Go back, to where?’

‘Go back… to the beginning…’

Suddenly, a ball of light appeared in front of Bruce. He put his hand out to touch the ball of light, but as he did so, the stained-glass pillar turned to complete darkness again and the light disappeared. Suddenly, two large red eyes appeared and Bruce’s heart missed a beat. He opened his eyes wide and suddenly, a large mouth swallowed him. He floated in the darkness for what felt like an eternity, when suddenly, a naked hand covered in light grabbed Bruce’s hand.

‘Bruce!’ said the person pulling him out of the darkness.

Suddenly, he saw a flicker of light and he opened his eyes. He sat up quickly with a scream to see blurry darkness before his eyes adjusted. He was in his bed, covered in sweat as his heart raced.


Selina’s eyebrows puckered together as she worriedly gazed at the man beside her. One of her arms wrapped around her swollen stomach and the other gently rubbed Bruce’s back. “It was just a dream, darling. Just a dream,”she whispered soothingly.
gothamsresidentcat asked: "I'd die for you."




"I…Lina…" He sighed, raising an eyebrow at her. "You really don’t gotta say stuff ya don’t mean, ya know. I know ya like me already."

"People are going to get involved, Clint," Selina shouted, standing and slamming her hand down on the table between them. She exhaled loudly and set her friend with a hard stare. "They are, and there is nothing you can do about that."


He growled, slipping past her, grabbing a jacket, and squirreling out the window, leaping away from the fire escape to the next building.

Selina cursed and slumped back into the chair she had been sitting in before. She ran a tired hand over her face, her icy finger tips leaving goosebumps in their wake. The smoke from her discarded cigarette burned her nose. She picked up the burning stick and looked at it through half lidded eyes. Smoking had never been a terribly prolific bad habit of her. Compared to her other habits it was really quite insignificant. She only ever smocked when well and truly stressed.

Selina pushed one end onto the tabletop and watched as the smoke slowly died out.



Jessica Rey presents the history of the evolution of the swimsuit including the origins of its design, how it has changed overtime and the post-feminist association of the bikini symbolizing female empowerment. She refers to neuro-scientific studies revealing how male brains react to images of scantily clad women versus images of women deemed modest and what the implications of the results are for women in society.

(Note: As the OP, I disagree with Rey’s approach to putting the onus on women to alter ourselves rather than to alter the male perception of women – brain wiring has plenty to do with socialization and if we worked against the culture that fuels men’s objectification of women, women’s clothing choices would matter far less in terms of how men perceive us and determine how to interact with us).

Jessica Rey - The Evolution of the Swim Suit

bolding mine


Clark: Could you two keep it down? I can hear you from Kryton. Bruce: Then stop eavesdropping. Selina: Don’t you have a fire you need to throw that wet blanket on? Clark: You guys deserve each other. Bruce: Shut-up Clark.


Clark: Could you two keep it down? I can hear you from Kryton.
Bruce: Then stop eavesdropping.
Selina: Don’t you have a fire you need to throw that wet blanket on?
Clark: You guys deserve each other.
Bruce: Shut-up Clark.


Ohh  i want this…. but first… i need a boyfriend xb

Here i leave the link where you can buy it (if you want):


Send me a Symbol
  • ✉: For a regular text message from my muse.
  • ♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.
  • ✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
  • ✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).
  • ☎: For a drunk phone call.
  • ☏: How about a voice message from my muse?
  • ♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.
  • ∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
  • ☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.
  • ☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
  • ♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.
  • ♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.
  • ♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?
  • ♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?
  • ✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.
  • ☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
  • ❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.
  • ✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.
  • ☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?
  • ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
  • ☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?
  • ✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?
  • ★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.
  • ☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?
  • ☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?
  • ☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?
  • ♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?
  • ☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?
  • ♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?
  • ♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?
  • ◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?
  • ✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.
  • ✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?


Nobody Does”

Catwoman v3 #52
written by Will Pfeifer
art by Pete Woods

But then, I like a good argument.