coming clean .

what's happening to me ?

[comingcclean]

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THE SECRET LIFE OF THE AMERICAN TEENAGER ( 2008 - 2013 ) ↳ 1x09 | Slice of Life

[comingcclean]

you are still the only thing and everything I need in my life. //babs <3333333

“You’re the biggest sap ever.” It’s said with a smile, plump pink lips spread to show off pearly white teeth. And then like its second nature, just like breathing, “I love you, too.”

[comingcclean]

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❝ Here, let me, ❞ Artemis insists, offering the paper cup to Barbara instead so that the redhead doesn't need to stretch. Does she already know?

The blonde's stomach drops as her friend immediately begins to ask about Cassandra Cain and everyone else around them. She has always been the type to put other people before her own safety, a quality that can be admired but for once, Artemis wishes she would also be considerate of herself. She tries to keep her face as even as possible, the only change is the shake in her inhale.

❝ She's fine, ❞ she replies, dragging the seat closer to the edge of the bed so that she's at Barbara's eye level. ❝ Cassandra's with Bruce right now. She's safe. I think... I think she understood what you were trying to say. ❞

As much as she wants to check in on a kid who is apparently a sympathetic Shadow like herself, her place right now is here. Especially since she's unsure if Barbara actually knows what had happened after her emergency admittance.

She wishes her mother was here.

❝ Babs... ❞

[comingcclean]

Babs struggles for a moment to get her lips wrapped around the straw but eventually gets it, the cool ice water soothing her throat. She gives it back to Artemis with a shaky hand. For someone so still and stealthy, it’s annoying that she can’t control the way her body is reacting. The medicine probably isn’t making it any better.

She listens to Artemis, taking in her words. A big part of her is worried that Bruce is with Cassandra; God knows what her mentor will tell the young girl.

Babs shifts slightly in the bed, pausing as she realizes the lower half of her body didn’t do what she wanted it to do. Her legs stay put, her torso only tilted slightly.

“Arty…” She starts, confused as her green eyes unwittingly fill with tears. “I think I need a doctor. Or a martian. I can’t…feel my legs?”

[fatehunted]

➳ — s.c. @comingcclean / barbara gordon.

Artemis' always suspects the worst every time her phone rings. At least the phone that she uses for Justice League and Team communications. So when it rings in the middle of the night, and she taps at her bedside table to find it, her stomach has already dropped low. She can hear Wally grumbling beside her and curling her into him, but she pays him no mind.

When she presses it to hear, she is met by Dick's panic. A frantic and stumbled story of Barbara and the hospital, and a slash to Batgirl's spine is enough to rush both Artemis and Wally immediately when she yells at him to wake.

A few hours later, Wally has steered Dick away from Barbara's hospital room in an attempt to keep him calm and get Artemis a coffee. She had remained behind, still wrapped in her pajamas and one of her boyfriend's hoodies, waist-length hair a mess from essentially rolling out of bed. She holds Barbara's hand as she waits, and finally, she hears a croaked groan.

❝ You're awake, ❞ Artemis says, immediately squeezing her friend's hand in an attempt to reassure her. She tries to smile despite herself, and swallows to hide the sob she is holding back. God, of all the things to happen. ❝ Do you want some water? There's a cup and a straw here. ❞

[comingcclean]

Barbara remembers all of it - pushing Cass aside, getting caught up in it without thinking too hard, getting hit with a sharp pain in her back - the cold metal of the blade. She remembers holding Cass’s hand, remembers Dick pleading with her to hold on. And then she blacks out.

In the darkness of her mind, she dreams of The Joker, of all people. He was there when it happened, of course. But the dream is different - it wasn’t a blade that hit her, it was a…bullet. And she wasn’t Batgirl. She was just Babs.

Waking to a hospital room isn’t a huge surprise. In a weird way she’s happy to see Artemis, comforted by the fact her best friend came. Babs weakly squeezes her hand back, trying to think of the right thing to say. But her body feels floaty and different and she isn’t quite sure she could even move her toes. That’s certainly different. She frowns.

“Where’s…Cassandra?” Babs asks, reaching for the paper cup. “It wasn’t her fault. I need the League to know that, it wasn’t her, it was me. I jumped in front of the blade.” She gets out quickly, trying to make it make more sense.

“Does everyone know? Is everyone okay?”

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[comingcclean]

hey not sure what the deal is but my batgirl blog @bctglrl has been terminated :( i haven't been active here (or there) in a while but thought i'd let everyone know where i'll be in case its gone for good.

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU (1999)

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Cocktail (1988) dir. Roger Donaldson

[bartloki]

the front bottoms starters

                 all from their self titled album. 

please fall asleep so I can take pictures of you and hang them in my room.  

you are still the only thing and everything I need in my life.

I got your last three e-mails.

when I am sad, I am sad, but when I’m happy, oh god, I’m happy.

you say I hate you, you mean it and I love you sounds fake, it’s taken me so long to figure that out.

I used to love the taste. I would do anything for it. now I would do anything to get the taste out of my mouth.

If you had done anything with anyone else It would have worked out so well.

you are an artist and your mind don’t work the way you want it to.

if I don’t leave now then I will never get away. 

I love girls with ex boyfriends that they aren’t really over.

I love places I’ve never been. I love the idea of places I’ll never go.

it probably won’t get easier, just easier to hide.

prepare for an aching the rest of your life.

I will say I love you back to the love that I am given.

I love your eyes, the way they look when you’re uncomfortable.

stop taking pictures with your phone. 

casanova just can’t turn the charm on.

you can never tell when they’re fucking around.

everything you’re feeling is common, even though you never felt so alone.

you gotta promise not to break, no matter how far you are bent.

mouth the words to me so we can keep things quiet and I’ll still know exactly what you mean.

it is probably just my friends fucking around. 

you are in one of those moods and I am in one of them, too.

you like a man with muscles and I like you. 

it’s the cops are coming in type of sobering up.

my friends are happy, I am happy, I have learned to adapt.

I am trying not to stare, holding on to hope I’m sure was never even there.

I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat.

it just sucks it played out like this, a terrible movie and you can tell none of the actors even give a fuck.

you look good tonight girlfriend, can I sleep in your bed?

I’ll do the pushups, I’ll wear the makeup, I’ll do whatever he wants all night.

as soon as I come you will probably forget my name.

I’m holding my breath for you.

There’s no doubt in my mind that if you could then you would try to crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right through.

I’m a creature of a culture that I create.

I’m the last one on the dance floor as the chandelier gives way.

I am permanently preoccupied with your past.

I’ve been around long enough now to know that the good things never last.

How low is your self esteem and how low could it possibly be? 

I know you’re in love with me and I’ve been ignoring you.

I will address the issues I cannot ignore.

I will be alone probably the rest of my life 

don’t tell me complicated stories about who you used to be but are different and have changed as a person completely.

I am not sure that I want any single part of this. any single part of any of this shit.

you’re part of a program. get with the program.

stop crying, you’re an adult.

it’s just so convenient to be fragile.

this pain is constant and sharp, watching the signals that you send..

I wanna feel lethal on the inside.

all of a sudden I am scared, all of a sudden I can’t breathe, all of a sudden I am nothing in this moment, you are everything.  

can you feel that? oh, what a marvelous sensation.

my head has thoughts, what a ridiculous place to start.

I love these songs.

they love my songs.

I am not a dirty god and I don’t have a dirty body.

I am alone only half of the time, the other half I am only hiding.

I’m pretty sure I am the only guy she’s hooked up with tonight but probably, no, probably not.

you have got to do this now or you can never come home again.