JACK, BE NIMBLE!

ind. jack ryder of dc comics.  written by cole.

[asylvansmercy]

“You hurt. It’s okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.”

— Neil Gaiman (via quotemadness)

[psyclownsis]

cole seems to have an uncanny ability to pinpoint some of the only men i’ve ever genuinely been attracted to and i HATE IT

[creeporter-blog]

#outtajokes.  #first u come @ me with lee pace... now u put richard armitage on my dashboard when im least expecting it... idk who ur using for jervis but  #hes adorable and i want to smother him in puppies and kittens  #i feel PERSONALLY VICTIMIZED

      i have to keep up this trend.

[richards-smile]

[creeporter-blog]

❛ i’m better off alone. ❜

       her attempts at isolation, at pushing away anyone that dared to get close, are painfully familiar.  growing up, he’d learned that he simply didn’t click with people, and as such, he’s taught himself to just not care.  people’s opinions  –  on him or otherwise  –  don’t matter.  and yet, there’s a small, lingering part of him that still fears the confrontation, the backlash for his bad behavior, that had been so prevalent in his time in foster care.  

       even now, he’s quick to become the Fascist Asshole™ he’s widely considered at the first sign of attachments or feelings, but with Harley?  it’s… different.  he doesn’t linger around the studio so often after airing, doesn’t spend so many nights nursing a bottle  ( or several )  of that week’s liquor of choice, doesn’t get so caught up in his head with a voice that’s nearly deafening.  with her, it’s different.  it’s quiet.  it’s calm.  

      if he can make her understand even a fraction of what she’s done for him, how he feels around her, perhaps she’ll start to let those carefully - constructed walls down long enough for him to convince her to let him in.  and it won’t be with his pretty, educated words or charming smiles ;  for her, it’ll be nothing but honesty, something he thought he’d abandoned long ago  –  but perhaps, for her, he’ll find it again.  perhaps, for her, he can be himself.  

      ‘ oh yeah? ’   one corner of his mouth lifts in a half - smile, blue eyes honing in on hers.   ‘ that’s tough, ‘cause you’re gonna have one hell of a time getting rid of me. ’ 

[creeporter-blog]

     hey hey hey who’s gonna take one for the team and write Jack’s on-again, off-again blonde bombshell of a girlfriend / rival, Vicki Vale

[richards-smile]

[ghisborne]

[creeporter-blog]

#icb i got my muse back and all it took was me and cole memeing at each other abt harley and creeper..........

xoxo love u babe @psyclownsis

[armitaken]

There’s something familiar about him

[creeporter-blog]

psyclownsis:

“n–” oh. actually– wait. uhhhh– hm.

you know what, she doesn’t have an answer for that.

“– it’s just weird. ‘s like you’re this shrimpy little well-dressed nerd by day and rocky horror he-man by night. like, i know that’s now how it works, but that’s how it looks in my head.”

       ‘ shrimpy? ’   the amusement that crosses his face is clear as he stares down at her, one eyebrow rising in tandem with the corners of his mouth.  ‘ remind me who’s a foot taller here  --  you or me? ’ 

        to drive his point home, he waves his hand back and forth above her head, palm flat, in a slicing motion.  shrimpy, his ass.

[riepu10]

Lucas

[bassiter]

having a violence kink is the best thing because it’s like. someone wants to punch me in the face?? beat the shit out of me???? haha joke’s on them now their hand hurts and i have a boner

[psyclownsis]

@creeporter

presses her palms together over her mouth. thinks. inhales. points fingers at him.

“why are you so buff. you sit at a desk all day. you don’t need to be ripped. you need to fit into your suit.”

[creeporter-blog]

       ‘  a guy’s gotta be prepared.  ’    for what, he doesn’t clarify.  truthfully, keeping in shape helps him clear his mind, sweat out the stressors from days that consist of exposing liars and controversies, all before breakfast.   ‘  does it bother you or something?  ’

[creeporter-blog]

       are you a newsman?  or a part of the story?  observer?  participant?  scribe?  hero?  creep or creeper?  help them live?  watch them die?  watch them die.  watch them die.   /    jack ryder of dc comics.  written by cole. 

[psyclownsis-a-blog]

consider: harley following creeper around and trying to wrangle him back home so jack doesn’t wake up feeling like a pile of microwaved crap the next morning. wrangling creeper mostly consists of trying to pick him up but also trying not to get kissed and also simultaneously trying to apologize to whoever he was talking to but still making sure they’ll be okay. it’s a mess. batman is probably watching from a rooftop somewhere and secretly laughing at them.

[creeporter-blog]

consider:  harley helping him ( or forcing him to ) put on the serum patch and talking him down while he shifts back into jack.  and when she’s getting ready to leave, consider jack asking her to stay bc he doesn’t want her to go crawling back to the joker.  if she can take the time to help him, she can stay the night, right?  he’ll make up some bullshit excuse, like he’s too tired to do anything himself, or he’s running out of patches and what if he loses control again??  but really he just wants to keep her away from that psychotic clown bc he doesn’t want anything to happen to her. 

[circusmade]

@creeporter

      ❛Bludhaven isn’t your usual stop, Ryder. Come to visit lil ol’ me?❜

[creeporter-blog]

       ❛ No ‘hello’?  Can’t take the Gotham from the kid, I guess.  MANNERS ASIDE -- don’t flatter yourself, Tweety; I’m here to help.  A little birdie told me you were having trouble.  I just figured I’d stop by and offer a little assistance, one crazed vigilante to another. ❜

[psyclownsis-a-blog]

❛ Hiya, Jacky-boy! ❜

She doesn’t seem surprised at all to find him looking like crap. If anything, she looks like she’s rather enjoying it. I mean, sure, Jack might not technically be the one who tears up town trying to score a date with her, but he’s guilty by association. She rests her elbow on the door-frame and props her chin on her hand, grinning up at him. It’s unclear why she’s there yet, but when she holds up a couple paper bags smelling like ham and processed cheese, it’s obvious that she’s not here to do anything bad. Or, at least, not until he’s a little more awake.

❛ I brought McDonald’s. ❜

[creeporter-blog]

       What the hell had he done to deserve this?  Harley’s clearly deriving some kinda sick pleasure at seeing him ( quite literally ) knocked down a few pegs, and she’s doing nothing to hide it.  If this was payback for all the times his other half had terrorized her, well-- he probably deserved whatever was coming to him, and in his currently weakened state, she’d have a much easier time beating the shit out of him, and--         ... Did he smell hash browns?  His gaze wanders from her face to the bag in her hand, and the mere sight of the familiar yellow arches makes his stomach growl.  Maybe she wasn’t there to knock his lights out -- again. 

           ❛ Oh.  Do you, uh-- do you wanna come in? ❜