Might delete this blog, not sure what to do with it right now. Just a fair warning to people.

Kiana Khansmith
noise dept.
d e v o n
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if i look back, i am lost
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we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
taylor price
DEAR READER

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Origami Around

JVL
will byers stan first human second
occasionally subtle

Andulka

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Cosmic Funnies

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@jameswgordcn
Might delete this blog, not sure what to do with it right now. Just a fair warning to people.
callousrogues:
jameswgordcn replied to your post
idk if I should agree that Jervis is a kink master or not
You tell me ♥
James W. Gordon is too hot to handle.
what does this even mean?
dappercobblepot:
- sees @jameswgordcn on the dash -
gASP, my husband ♥
I’ve been spotted
I love sarcasm. It’s like punching people in the face with words.
(via
whengarfielddiets
)
Everything is awful because my potato salad is ruin.
dappercobblepot:
@jameswgordcn || Meant to Be
He fell into the water. Again. This time it wasn’t out of mercy, but REVENGE. From his best friend… Now Oswald was deep into the water, blood tainting it around him. His body was getting colder, eyes no longer had the strength to be open, his lungs unintentionally filled with the liquid as he lost consciousness. Oswald was dying…
He didn’t remember anything else. It felt like a dream, the longest dream he has ever had since that time Edward found him in the woods. This time there was no music, the lighting of the room was different, the sounds were unlike Ed’s apartment. Slowly, he opened his eyes only to realize he had been SAVED. Would he ever run out of luck? He could have sworn this was the end.
“ Jim? ”
Oswald whispered, his voice so very weak it was barely audible. Immediately and at his own pace, he reached for the area in which he had been shot — covered in band-aids. The pain didn’t compare to his last injury, but seeing the other man standing across the room brought him more relief than he thought he could ever feel.
Jim hadn’t planned to find Oswald still alive. He had gotten a tip that someone had witnessed Edward Nygma and the Mayor down by the docks, and that things weren’t looking to be going well. He had expected to find Oswald dead, but it seemed luck was still on the Penguin’s side.
Taking him back to his place wasn’t exactly the best idea, but he figured if anyone found out he was still alive, it might not end well. At least he was lucky that it was so easy to find an underworld patch-man in Gotham. At this point they might as well put some of these criminals in the yellow pages.
As he heard the sound of Oswald’s voice, Jim turned around to look at him. Not exactly rushing over but he did walk over a little faster than he normally would, ❝ Hey no, don’t try and sit up. Don’t strain yourself, it look forever to just get you to stop bleeding all over everything. ❞
Last episode of Gotham was very intense
@legacyofmadness
#ed, you’re such a good actor
idk how to do themes but I attempted to change my theme so I hope it doesn’t look dumb
but yes hello I am back
Abused. Edward Nygma still bore scars from his childhood. Some that couldn’t be seen under the naked eye. They were deeper, a part of every thing he did. That desire to be liked, to be acknowledged for his brilliance, a brilliance that his father had tried to beat out of him.All that he had wanted was to be appreciated for who he was. Angry. Jim Gordon carried anger like an old friend. It settled in his bones from youth. Anger at the world for taking his father from him, anger for surviving a car crash while his father perished beside him. It was anger that pulled him through rigorous training so that one day, just maybe… he could stop another little boy from carrying that anger with him. Afraid Oswald Cobblepot had grown up in fear. Fear of being unloved, unliked and unwanted. He feared that the bullies that pushed him around would be right, that he would forever be a nobody, and promised to himself that it would never happen. It was fear that fueled the shadow of his heart as he committed the gravest of crimes to ensure that he would never be afraid again.
-writing [ @jokesterwrites ]-
GUESS WHO REMEMBERED THEIR EMAIL TO THIS (it’s me)
Mad Knight || Gift for @jameswgordcn ♥
Whether you've known me a while or we are new mutuals that I stalk from afar I just wanted to wish you a Happy New Years! Yeah yeah this is a tad impersonal but shush just accept my love. Hope 2017 goes great for you! \ (•◡•) /
this is cute wtf
callousrogues:
@jameswgordcn ; ♥
“ Am I not allowed to see you when you’re working? ”
His question was almost sarcastic, well aware of how busy -and stressed- Jim was during his shift. This did not stop Jervis at all, for today it was one special day. Knowing Jim was most likely exhausted, he had planned something quick for them.
“ Come on, James. Your shift is almost over and I have plans for us! ”
❝ I prefer to not bring personal life into work, you know that ❞ He sighed, looking at the other with only slight annoyance. They’d talked about this before, that he had to stop showing up places he shouldn’t. But he was right, his shift was ending and considering he was at a standstill on the current case, maybe getting out and clearing his head might do some good.
❝ Alright, alright. I won’t even try to argue with you, but at least tell me where we are going? ❞ He asked, getting up and grabbing his coat, ❝ And please tell me these plans involve getting something to eat. ❞
marvelousandproud:
Ed quieted up immediately, lips drawing into a tight line but he nodded quickly. “Yes. Great. That’s great…” Pausing awkwardly before he made a show of looking down at his watch.
“Well still work to be done. I will met you there then, yes?”
Jim nodded to him, raising the file that was in his hand then lowering it as a sign of goodbye. ❝ I’ll see you there, Ed. ❞ He replied, walking away to start doing his actual job.
There are three types of people:
Extrovert
Introvert
Javert
Extrovert: gets their energy from time spent with others Introvert: gets their energy from time spent alone Javert: gets their energy from THE LAW
@jameswgordcn it u
I want to be mad about this, but dead ass this is the most me thing I have ever seen in my life