CRIME CONTROL.

[desverdecer]

[redlaw-blog1]

hideourfear.

WHAT PLAGUES HER. what haunts her in the middle of a cold summers eve, merely maniacal & menacing at best. there’s a laughter most dreadful that echoes through her brain. // OVER & OVER. it’s a plea for her own sanity, every night awakening within a pool of sweat, unable to breath the air that she fears might smell of rust. dripping down her skin, seeping through pores —- it consumes her. // FEAR. lithe digits cling to fresh laundered sheets as the girl rustles against a bed that sees more terror than sleep. laughter // his face & a gun. a feeling in which she loathes, that of helplessness as blood drips and she can’t help but watch. can’t move ; can’t breathe. sigh escaping the torment of her thoughts, lips cracked before she hears footsteps echo throughout her apartment. heart rapid , knowing all too well who she’d sought at the end of a darkened hall.  ‘   go back to bed.  ‘  it’s not embarrassment that drips from her tongue unto words that break the stifled air between them, mere defeat.  ‘  jason , please . ‘ // &. @redlaw

you  can  scarcely  imagine  the  panic  one  feels  upon  waking  up  to  the  sound  of  a  spine  -  chilling  cry  until  you’ve  witnessed  it  firsthand.    it’s  enough  to  jolt  his  phantom  heart  to  life,   palms  sticky  with  the  kind  of  uncertainty  that  can  shake  even  his  steel  -  made  bones.   the  soles  of  bare  feet  drop  flat against  the  floor  long  before  the  weight  of  exhaustion  is  lifted  from  his  lids.    he  feels  his  way  down  the  familiar  path  of  this  hallway  in  frantic  strides,    stopping  in  front  of  the  door  with  the  haunting  discordant  array  of  what  ifs  murmured  behind  it.   

 he  leaves  all  of  his  respect  at  the  threshold,   encroaching  on  the  privacy  of  her  room  with  only  one  concern    --   H  E  R.    four  dark  walls,   a  head  of  red  -  fire  locks   &    a  blanket  of  tension  are  all  that  he  finds  here.   it’s  then   &   only  then  that  the  worry  coiled  inside  of  his  lungs  allows  him  the  chance  to  b  r  e  a  t  h  e  though  it  does  little  to  rid  it  from  his  chest.    this  girl   //   this  brave,  brave  girl   --   brought  to  shambles  by  past  ghosts.     a  wilted  flower  amongst  her  bedsheets,   sweat  clinging  like  the  beads  of  water  left  in  memory  of  a  storm.    one  look  at  her   &   he  just  knows.   ‘   ---   another  one  of  those  dreams ?   ‘   he  is  no  stranger  to  such  terrors.   

[redlaw-blog1]

ambiguouslcss.

❜          MORE LIKE FLEAS.           ❜      scrambling to retaliate ,      she abruptly swats at the offending hand.       her corn  -  flour mane tumbles across her face as she inches away on the bench,      huffing.       ❜         seriously , jason      ——      I’LL KILL YOU.           ❜

‘       ya  know,   i  think  you  like  me  a  lot  more  than  you’re  letting  on.      ‘   OBVIOUSLY.    crooked  grin   -   wild  heart,    boyish  frivolity  in  his  outward  appearance  but  inlaid  in  flesh  is  youth  aged  far  beyond  his  years.   

[esteljune]

Jason Todd || Red Hood 

requested by anonymous

[redlaw-blog1]

(ง’̀-‘́)ง(ง’̀-‘́)ง(ง’̀-‘́)ง(ง’̀-‘́)ง

‘   as  much  as  i  appreciate  the  enthusiasm,    i  already  told  ya,   kid   -   i  work  alone.   ‘    

[redlaw-blog1]

‘   what’re  you  gonna  do,   huh ?   look  at  you   -   you’re  small.   ‘     //   @forgedbrilliance

[nowat-nilehorn-deactivated20190]

plot where immortality and reincarnation exists in the same universe and muse a is immortal, but muse b isn’t and is always reincarnated into someone else and is put into different situations all over the world. muse a always finds muse b because they’re completely convinced that muse b is their soul mate, but everytime muse b is reincarnated, muse a has to make them fall in love all over again because muse b doesn’t remember anything from past lives. this game of chasing has gone on for thousands of years and pls give it to meeeeee 

[redlaw-blog1]

gonna work on icons  /  pages  /  re-reading comics but  -  like this for a starter ! 

[redlaw-blog1]

ambiguouslcss.

❜          AND HAVE YOUR SPIT  all over my straw      ??          ❜      protectively clasping the soda can ,     she hauls it out of his reach and raises it to her mouth.      sweeping the plastic straw beneath the cherry  -  stem of her tongue ,      she wears a primadonna smirk.      ❜          thanks ,      but NO THANKS.          ❜

‘   what,   afraid you might get cooties ?   ‘   he searches the limits of her tolerance with adolescence,   pressing forward tentatively,   hands sneaking back across the divide of the table.   

[devil-in-red-deactivated2019010]

An e-mail from Jason Todd to the rest of the Batfamily with just this video attached:

[terushimasyuuji]

DC Fancast // Nico Tortorella as Jason Todd/Red Hood

[redlaw-blog1]

ambiguouslcss.

CLAMPING HER SLINKY FINGERS across the width of the perpetrator’s wrist ,      she guides his hand back to his side of the table.      affronted ,      she nips a warning through clenched pearly whites.      not to cause a scene ,      BUT      ——       ❜           what the hell ,      dude      ??      if you wanted some ,      you should have ordered some ,      simple enough.           ❜

‘   alright,   alright.   ‘    he surrenders to her impending  w r a t h,   hands lifted above his head.   something akin to amusement coaxes the corners of his chapped lips into smile.   ‘   fries are off limit,   got it.   can i at least get a drink of your pop ?   ‘    

[redlaw-blog1]

incredibleliar.

      “   listen if you want to go in guns blazing, that’s fine. but i’d like an actual, proper, concrete plan.  one that doesn’t end up with you getting killed.  “   atlas-hearted  //  death-shadowed.  somewhere in the shadow betwixt heart & cage there’s a burgeoning graveyard.  each ivory rib carved with a name of another she couldn’t save.  too many failures too atone for.  “  look i’ve got a place nearby; it’s the best hiding place in the universe.  nobody will find ever us & we can think.  “  too much blind faith in empathy.  raven brows pull upward;  an offer, a plea.   //  @redlaw

a boy with a rotted lead heart,    bleeding gunpowder into his veins.    closed within his jaw is an insatiable taste for vengeance   &   not a chain holding him back from he   &   the dying breath of another corrupted soul.   ‘   wouldn’t be the first time.   ‘    the demons haunting the dark recesses of his skull hide behind a projection of grim humor.    wounds that DEEP never really heal.   ‘   ‘sides,   running  &  hiding ain’t really my style.   ----   so quit lookin’ at me like that.   ‘   

[fingerslost]

                    how do you sleep at night?                i                         don’t.

[perverie]

☺☻☺

[arsuf]

“Hmmm. Am I being meaner than usual?” – Jason Todd

[redlaw-blog1]

‘   I  DID  YOU  A  FAVOR,  TWEETY.   ‘   the  shine  on  his  curved  blade  has  been  dulled  by  the  color  of  yet  another  mad  man’s  blood.   he  wipes  it  against  denim,  slides  it  back  down  into  the  sheathe  of  his  boot.   so  much  carelessness,  so  little  remorse.   a  life  lost,  a  hundred  saved  --  morality  is  just  &  behind  his  red  mask  lies  a  smile  born  of  satisfaction.   ‘  one  less  scumbag  you’ve  gotta  worry  about  on  your  streets.   ‘   hell  is  a  road  paved  with  GOOD  INTENTIONS.   ‘   you  should  be  thanking  me.   ‘   // @throughjustice.