queen of gotham

INDIE & SELECTIVE DCEU HARLEY QUINN RP various other influences previously rped harley as trainedtherapist

[murderous-manipulative-angel]

It’s almost like two alpha males. You never feel Harley’s done under in a way. They go out and the games they play with their victims, it’s like cat and mouse. In this world they’re like Punch and Judy, you know, there’s a very physical element to them. - Costume Designer Kate Hawley

[eminentoutlaw]

i’m in love with a monster and i’ve never felt safer.

[unimportant101-deactivated20180]

Everyone has a sadistic streak. Nothing brings it out better than the knowledge that you have someone completely at your mercy.

Bitter Moon (via imageramblings)

[queenxcersei]

                                      I will not hope for                                                                                   your ᴅᴏᴡɴғᴀʟʟ;                                                                                                                                 —— I  will  e n s u r e  it.

[fyeahmovieclub]

[orangeskins]

[greelin]

and you underestimated me. your mistake.

the truest story in six words (via jaclcfrost)

[sincerelyjoanna-blog-blog]

[zentennoohime-blog]

You dare lay a finger on even one of us?                                                       Then you best prepare for a fight with all of us.

[nudlty]

[mashamorevna]

She was pretty in the kind of way that said she’d run a dagger through your heart and still keep smiling the whole time.

Richelle Mead, Silver Shadows (via mashamorevna)

[meaty-bicycle-deactivated201601]

What doesn’t kill me should run, because now I’m fucking pissed

(via meaty-bicycle)

[imthe7deadlysins-deactivated201]

I’m a mess of a person but I’m loyal and I’ll love you with everything I have.

[voguecode]

[chattiest]

if karma doesn’t hit you, I gladly will.

Chattiest (via sorxlla)

[wordsnquotes]

You are in my blood. I can’t help it. We can’t be anywhere except together.

Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat (via lycangene)

[maybesorrowismygain]

She didn’t sob or wail. Her grief was horribly discreet but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound.

Notes from an exhibition by Patrick Gale, page 36. (via dxtective)