[gatissed]

“I’m so sorry, Miranda.” {The Devil Wears Prada, 2006}

[dcmultiverse]

Anne Hathaway as Catwoman screen-test for ‘The Dark Knight Rises’

[theroncharlize]

[oldschoolvillageidiot]

Anne Hathaway in Shape Magazine. 

[trainstationgoodbye]

Do you wanna play a game?

[bashinginminds]

when u think ur gonna die and ur trying to have a romantic phone call w/ ur gf but she ruins ur day by saving ur ass

[dailydcheroes]

The Dark Knight Rises (2012) dir. Christopher Nolan

[betterthankanyebitch]

[filmgifs]

Anne Hathaway in The Hustle (2019) dir. Chris Addison

[breathtakingqueens]

When I got my start, I kind of got my big break with The Princess Diaries and during the press rounds for that everyone asked me: “Did you always want to be a princess growing up?” And the truth was, no I wanted to be Catwoman. And I think a lot of women feel that way. And the fact that I am actually her is such a dream come true. It’s such a pinch me moment. And the fact that I am Catwoman in Chris Nolan’s Gotham to Christian Bale’s Batman is unbelievably cool.

[desperate-housewives]

[imamdrake-deactivated20180503]

there she goes again being over dramatic and by she i mean me

[criminallyfamous]

BLACK CAT !

“I was destined to be a super villain.” 

“Oh, super villains are just the worst though. Have you ever actually met a super villain? They’re … just, yack yack yack about their plans to blow up New York, which like … why? What does that do? How does blowing up New York benefit Norman Osborne at all? You know the reason almost all super villains are men… it’s because being a super villain requires you be dull, and mean. I mean could I hurt someone who hurt me or someone I loved? Yeah. Would I then take it out on eight million other people? No. I’ve got standards.” 

Has she ever met a super villain? No, but she’s met a man. It’s all she really needs to know the point being made is valid. And that’s excluding having been kidnapped and returned for being too mouthy. Factoring that in, just ordinary villains and not even the super kind, men were, readily, the worst. “Obviously I’d redefine the genre. Have to keep the monologues though. There’s power in a good monologue.”

[criminallyfamous]

BLACK CAT !

“I don’t crash parties,” Felicia said, the smile on her lips warm enough to heat a room. “I usually find out when I show up there, I was welcome the whole time.” The cat goes where she pleases. Her grace and charm is her passport. A cat didn’t crash a party, a cat simply arrived to them. “Seems no matter where I turn up, the host always thinks their party that much more interesting for having had a mask among the guests,” Felicia glanced around the room, “but if you’d rather I leave? You could just tell people the Invisible Woman is here.” 

Daph laughs. Felicia has a point, sure. Not that she’d give the cat the satisfaction of admitting that. After all, it wasn’t as if she was the only mask here. “How do you know she isn’t?” Probably because she hadn’t been invited either. Daphne’s soft spot for heroes doesn’t extend that far. Doesn’t extend very far at all. It’s more exclusive than the guest list for this party, actually. But a mask does not a hero make, and so she’s not pushing Felicia out the door. Or out the window she probably came through. “Since you’re already here...” She shrugs, one shoulder, bygones. 

[criminallyfamous]

IRON MAN !

do you have a girl over…! for some reason there’s this flood of warmth on alana’s face and mostly it’s because she’s turned a shade of pink and she can’t fathom the reason. apart from the accusation— like some absolute teenager— that she had a girl over. it’s ridiculous and for some reason it feels like getting caught except that there’s never been caught. daph knows better than anyone that when they’d been young enough for things like that to matter neither of their parents gave shit enough to catch them in anything. all of it is just a bunch of hot air and nothing else.

daphne’s smile, though, takes all the air out of her lungs and deflates the embarrassment too. “oh— you’re kidding.” a joke. it has to be a joke. that’s a good one! maybe. you’re not sure. your brow furrows. and you keep pressing down and around blinky, reminders and reminders and reminders. “umm. no. nothing new. i’ve just been submerged in research.” working hard to try to save a life she isn’t sure she deserves. daphne tells her otherwise but she seldom believes it ever.

“I’m kidding.” She confirms, because Alana needs it and there’s no reason not to. The joke is funnier if the person you’re joking with knows it’s a joke. As endearing as the blush might have been the goal isn’t embarrassment. It never is. If she has rules (and she does) that’s one. She’d destroy a person for making fun of Alana. (She has).

She’s a second away from tugging Alana into her orbit, watching that hand worry over Blinky, but she’ll wait until she enters it of her own accord. If she wants to. Daphne will pretend she has the patience for that. “Discover anything exciting? Cold fusion?”

[criminallyfamous]

IRON MAN !

she doesn’t freeze or move or do anything but– there’s that light shudder, still, a little shiver. it hurts lately, sometimes, when the day runs long, and any kind of permanent fabric cling to blinky feels so painful. knowing daph’s the only one showing up? well, she knows daph stomachs the look of her, gnarled and scarred as she is. new, awful things, she wonders how daph still even touches her. it’s a wonder how much is prosthetic– still perfecting the nanobot technology will be awhile, but for now her molding skills are up to par. uncannily artful for a mechanized left arm, a spine tinkered, tampered, toyed with, fused back together. hip. what else…? god only knows. she’s a casualty of life itself, and willingly.

“i don’t meow,” she says calmly, but she’s moved and she grins softly, delighted to see daphne. always delighted. even if she can’t believe she has to deal with the fucking front zip. “you do, however. you absolutely meow. one could say you even mewl.” she doesn’t move over just yet, because she’s trying to take it all in. these days, there’s small comforts. like this. “what brings you to my mad scientist lair so late?”

“I don’t. But you can try and make me.” There’s the vivid image of her leg hooked over Alana’s shoulder, knife heel digging into her back. She loves these things. So does Alana, however impractical they might seem, they’re not. She has others too. Stun baton in one pair. God she loves a boy genius. But she won’t do that to Alana’s shoulder. Hip. Knees. Pick a body part. (If Alana wanted to do it to herself Daphne wasn’t entirely sure she was a big enough person to try and talk her out of it. They could mitigate it with a chair. She thinks of these things now. Even if Alana won’t comply unless she makes her. Masochist).  

Daphne’s eyebrow quirks before her smile. “Do I need a reason to come and see you now?” She’s a damn good actress. She lets the gears turn in her mind visibly. “Did something happen that I don’t know about?” The lightbulb blinks on over her head just as clearly. Sharp little intake of breath. Realization. “Do you have a girl over?” She teases.

[easycompany]