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Dinah Lance in Birds of Prey v1 #51

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avisplumis​:

“ Alexa. Is it legal to ground your older sister? “ 

“Wha - what did I do?!”

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avisplumis​:

While listening to Dinah speak her mood took a dive. It’s no secret how much the Lance parents loved their kids but they were better at showing it materially and that was the problem. Sara stood to greet her sisters kind gesture and felt herself relaxing a little. It’s part of Dinah’s charm. She’s like a puppy, you can’t be mad around a puppy. Well, unless you don’t have a soul or something. 

Sara has a tiny smile on her face as she drops off the dishes and quickly hugs Dinah, throwing her entire body into her like she always did. She’s not so little now but she didn’t care. “ Well see and … thank you. That really means a lot. I was scared to say anything. “ A sad laugh comes out. “ I don’t know why… “ 

Once she pulls away some she smiles. “ Hey, you know what my favorite part about dancing was back then? When we got together and dedicated an entire weekend to practice. Then we did that swan song tea part in the backyard. You remember? “ Sara’s guest of honor was rara the raccoon in a badly sewn jacket and top hat.

She didn’t allow a second to be wasted when she found herself being engulfed by her baby sister, laughing bright as she embraced Sara back in a protective and maternal manner. No one hugged Dinah quite like Sara - reminding her that life’s many pleasures could be found in something familial, and not material. Unconditional love. 

“There’s nothing to be scared of. I’m so proud of you, Sara. Please don’t ever feel like there will be something you could do that would ever take it away.” Her sister’s hair was soft underneath the palm of her hand as she petted her. Sara’s hair was the prettiest of all. Naturally golden locks. It was the only reason why Dinah ever decided to dye her hair, and even dye was no match to how shiny and soft it was.

“Are you trying to get me to return with you by going down memory lane?” she teased, laughing at the memories that only felt like yesterday. “I could never forget those days. Whatever happened to Rara’s dashing outfit from that tea party? I don’t think he would want to break tradition when you’re back on the stage. He would want to cheer you on, too.”

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avisplumis​:

What a klutz! Sara’s eyes roll fondly. Leave it to Dinah to make her feel giddy. It isn’t fair. It shouldn’t be this easy. She should have to fight harder to keep Sara from giving up still but Dinah said she could do it and damn if she didn’t live by her words like fanatics double fisting bibles on Sunday mornings. 

Just do it. “ I will. I want to. I’m probably rusty. “ Sara laughs awkwardly. Down on her knees, she gathers the splayed cookware into a single pile and organizes them. It was a nice distraction. “ Honestly… I wasn’t expecting you to say that. I always felt like we were in competition with it. Which is totally weird. “ She tucks lose blonde hairs behind her ear and sits back. 

“ Did you ever? “ The words rush out. Her eyes search for a distraction. She had to. You’d have to be blind deaf and dumb not to notice the look in her eyes when she potted Sara in the stands, alone, looking at the space beside her that might as well have been a gaping hold in the Earth. 

@singcanary​ / xxx. 

Count on Sara to ask the hard questions. The ones which sought truth, and nothing else. "I wouldn’t say it was a competition. That... I don’t like that word." Not with them. Popular to contrary belief, Dinah never held a single grudge over Sara being the golden child in the family. "I mean - there was one time..." she began, still busying herself with the arrangement of flowers - work their mother wouldn’t take the time to thank her for the help, but it didn’t matter, Dinah did things because she wanted to not because she had to. 

"The Christmas performance last year, I thought they would be there since grandma and grandpa were in town but..." No, it wasn’t a grudge - it simply hurt that she couldn’t seem to get them to take one night for her. She put on a brave face, smile ever so warm at what she revealed next. "You were there. You were always there. It... it was enough for me." Setting the last arrangement on the shelf, she made her way over to her sister, gently resting her hands on shoulders to give them a comforting squeeze. "You’re going to be amazing. My not so tiny dancer." 

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me @ my screen right now:

also me, seeing the canary palette:

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*SLAMS FIST ON TABLE* ow

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‘ some days you will breathe and it will be enough ’ - Diana

BETWEEN YOU AND THESE BONES (POETRY PROMPTS) - always accepting!

Why can’t it be enough now? Dinah wanted to whine, but her father always told her that she couldn’t cry over spilled milk. “It would be nice if the some days would amount to every day.” Sure, it was just another silly performance to her parents. A school production of the Phantom of the Opera that wouldn’t amount to anything in her future, even if she managed to nab the lead role. 

Parents never failed to have other plans for their children. Her mother wanted her to take over the business, while her father wanted her to follow in his footsteps. It left her all unsure of what she truly wanted to be.

“You probably find me so ridiculous right now. There are more important things to be out of sorts about.” Diana had a knack at seeing right through Dinah. She was similar to Sara in that sense, unable to get away from how she was really feeling. “Will you come for opening night? We have three day performances. Friday, being opening night. If you can! There’s absolutely no pressure.”

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‘ there are flowers in my chest again ’ - Bruce

BETWEEN YOU AND THESE BONES (POETRY PROMPTS) - always accepting!

It was too hot to be outside that afternoon - the summer heat at its highest yet in Gotham, and it was barely beginning. Inside the manor however, the pair couldn’t complain about the scorching sun doing a number to their skin. Alfred learned not long ago that they could individually dramatize how badly they burned. Even more so whenever they would freckle. There was still much to do indoors, Bruce still had his music lessons nearly every day, and Dinah had taken an interest in learning a few chords herself. Though, she was absolutely no prodigy like her boyfriend.

“Oh no! No, that wasn’t the correct note,” she giggled at her own mistake. “Let me do it again. I practiced all night - I can’t let you down now!” This time it wasn’t Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. No, she did everything to learn each major and minor to Fur Elise, only getting it wrong as it transitioned to part two. The second try? She mastered it completely, blushing at the compliment from Bruce once she finished, even more so when she turned around to find him looking at her in a way that made her want to melt right on the spot. 

“Again? What happened that they were no longer there? Was it Twinkle Twinkle? Did the stardust wilt your garden away?”

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‘ perhaps i will take up dancing again ’ - Sara

BETWEEN YOU AND THESE BONES (POETRY PROMPTS) - always accepting!

It wasn’t long after Sara’s leave when Dinah decided to hang up the pointe shoes. Their parents had stopped attending rehearsals and recitals, and getting to and from each was starting to take a toll academically. Public transportation wasn’t the most reliable when she couldn’t use the car. Plus, it wasn’t the same when her family wasn’t there. “Are you really?!” she exclaimed excitedly, nearly knocking over several pots when she turned around suddenly.

The final shipment of flowers of the day for their mother’s flower shop arrived, so while Sara mused out loud, Dinah was multitasking with pallets of flowers in the back room. “I don’t see why you ever stopped. Mom and dad loved seeing you perform. I have missed seeing you perform, too.” She flashed her younger sister a smile, taking a break to giver Sara her full attention. “You should go for it!”

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the perfectionists (2019–)

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avisplumis​:

WHAT’S THE MATTER JIMMY-KUN? TOO HOT FOR YOU!? 

LISTEN!!! I THINK YOU PULL OFF THE CRAZY HAIR NICELY AND ALL BUT LET’S NOT GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES, ALFALFA.

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how to be a fucking queen, by Lili Reinhart!

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Lili Reinhart at Entertainment Weekly’s Comic-Con Bash 2018.

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avisplumis​:

Do you see what I’m dealing with here? Look at this mess and don’t you ever question the power of my mighty bedhead mortal. 

Maybe ill just shave it off lmao it is summer 

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me, Parker!

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AT THE MOMENT, YOU WANT TO...?

TO LOVE

you keep this homemade soup to yourself, and you've made too much. it simmers, you keep it warm for yourself, and nobody else. you long to share, but you're insecure, or afraid. what if they don't accept the offer, or what if they don't enjoy it? what if they push it away? it's slowly boiling. you made too much, and it could overflow any moment, but you're trying too hard to keep it under control. you don't want it to spill out. part of you wants it to, but it'd be a mess, right? your heart longs to love someone, to express love to those around you, but you're afraid. you keep it inside, along with so many other things, and can't bring yourself to properly express it. it's probably someone in specific you want to love, but something is in the way, a block of sorts. let yourself love freely. share your love, for you have so much of it inside of you.

tagged by: the hubby himself @avisplumis​ tagging: youuuu~