Discover Top Posts Tagged with #addictivelybroken

Send “ø” for a late night text.

[text] I know we can make this work.[text] You’re strong. [text] I’d protect you.

#answered ic #[guess which episode I was watching today?#have some heartbroken!jim #:(]#addictivelybroken

Woman with a Head of Roses

"It's weird."

"Oh, c'mon, Renée, humor me. What do you see?"

"The weirdest three-legged-chair I've seen in my life and an egg. And hands, so many hands. Too many hands..."

Barbara laughed as she sat on the floor next to her girlfriend. Legs crossed in a lotus position, baby blues looked up at the painting on the wall, Woman with a Head of Roses; a copy of course not the real deal.

"Keep trying. How does it make you feel?"

"I thought this was art, not a therapy session."

"That's the beauty of it, it can be both."

"It makes me angry."

"Angry why?" the blonde laughed as she turned her head to face Renée.

"Because I don't get it? Because it doesn't make sense? Because I'm gonna say something stupid and completely wrong?"

"Nay, it's art. Don't think about it. You... feel it. No answer's wrong. Just tell me something about it."

"Okay," the detective squinted and took a deep breath before she spoke again. "Burton. Tim Burton... like the Corpse's Bride. Like... the Monster of Frankenstein. No, no. Oh, I got it! This woman on the corner, she's like a fashion designer and she's trying to put together a new line of clothes because her business is falling apart. She needs something new, different, groundbreaking. She becomes obsessed and has a psychotic breakdown and starts killing people and using their parts for her designs and that one in the back is her nek--"

"Shh," Barbara placed her index over Renée's lips and shook her head. The detective smiled and smacked her lips against the fingertip. The blonde chuckled and moved her hand to caress the other's cheek. "Really, Renée? I mean, you were right about the fashion thing, but there's this sexual aspect about it. Most of Dalí's paintings have that element, eggs, flowers, phallic symbols..."

"You wanted me to say something and you also said there were no wrong answers."

"That's it. No more Dalí for you. We're gonna try Kahlo next time or Matisse... Botero"

"Or we could try making our own art with sexual symbols and all that... I mean, if you want."

#Keatoya #Renee Montoya #Barbara Kean #;;thepast;#addictivelybroken #drabble

Coffee and Lies

{ addictivelybroken }

After a few more back and forth texts, Renée had made it to Kaminsky’s Café and had ordered her regular: a Red Eye, one sugar, and sat at a table that allowed her to keep an eye on the door. Her eyes perked up every time she saw a blonde walking in.

She's not coming. She changed her mind. You did tell her she didn't owe you anything. When Barbara finally stepped in, she waved slightly, beckoning the petite teen to join her at the table.

"Blondie," she said a little bit more excited than she meant to sound. "Eh... you're here, huh."

#addictivelybroken #Teen!AU #;;starter;

"Happy birthday, Beba... I know, I know, you're not a baby anymore, but you'll always be my beba. Come on... open it!" paintingjustice

#paintingjustice #addictivelybroken #;;theaufuture

"Awww-oh, oh my... Where did... N--nay what happened to the girl?"

"She’s dead, Babe. The clown got her. Now, this part is important. You gotta listen to what he’s saying. He’s calling his old friends."

#addictivelybroken #;;thepast;

addictivelybroken

When he saw a petite blonde woman through the coffee shop window, Victor had to stop and look again. Her back was to the window, but he knew immediately who she was. After Don Falcone had let Gordon live, Victor hadn't seen the brazen detective or his uptight girlfriend. He had figured Gordon had stashed her somewhere safe in case she tried to do anything helpful again, but here she was, in Gotham. He turned and entered the shop, suddenly compelled to catch up with the lovely Barbara Kean.

#addictivelybroken #[hope this is okay]