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                               @cranephd // gotham da

                “do ya know if the da got a chance to look at the case i sent last week?” he asks, brows raised slightly. “the one about that murder on palmer ave.”

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cranephd replied to your post: i’ve decided gotham is set in like. 1998 - 2000...

i love the flip phones

i mean...............same.

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falconedaughter replied to your post: gotham actually cast a man of middle eastern...

tbh ? hes really good too . like i really actually love gothams version of ra’s & since i hate like 99.9999% of everything else gotham does , it says something .

okay same and i mean im only on the last ep of last season but im already so in Love !

cranephd replied to your post: gotham actually cast a man of middle eastern...

AND he was in GOT before

I KNEW I RECOGNISED HIM I KN EW IT

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&&. * @cranephd​   ⋮  starter call

SLIVERS OF SUNLIGHT SHINE OVER HIS FACE.      the doctor does not like mornings.      but he can tolerate them  ,  particularly the ones where he does not need to work.      he stirs awake slowly  ,  nimble fingers reach to his side and grip EMPTY SHEETS.      where’s she run off to ?      one  ,  two  ,  three hard blinks to adjust his eyes  ,  he pushes himself up onto an elbow.      runs a hand through his hair   /   valiant attempt to smooth the bedhead down. 

❛    katherine ? you didn’t leave , did you ?    ❜

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katherine,, steals his cigarette and takes a drag, just o n e

HEAVY EYED PSYCHIATRIST WITH BURNT OUT LUNGS.      smoke on his tongue , breathe out a sigh , fill the room the taste.       the study smells of polish and new literature , the books overcrowd your room.       you feel boxed in by your obsessions.

boxed in ; not alone ; crowded.      and yet, you have never feared a crowd.        ( say to me , doctor , what have you left to fear ? )        she is with you.      she surrounds you    —    she is the smoke in your lungs.       the harsh  /  dangerous  /  irresistible smoke in your lungs .       ARE YOU THE SMOKE IN HERS ?

games you play.      delicate fingers  ;  nails filed into blood - red daggers.      picture lipstick.        picture kisses.        picture bubblegum stains on your coffee mugs.        bubblegum stains the collars of your cleanest dress shirts.      picture the sight of her face  ;  the sight of her gentle kiss along the remnants of your cigarette.      CAN YOU FEEL HER KISS ?         ❛    the box is right there.    ❜    the fight you do not put up.      it shows in your face.       in your kindness.       ( cold - hearted boy ; they pulled love out of your heart. )      cold hearted boy ; will you allow her to replace it ?

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cranephd replied to your photoset: Munday ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ What type makeup looks best on...

fucK LMAO u look so fierce in the first pic omg

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kiss, bc katherine being annoying and leaving a bright lipstick mark on his cheek

DRABBLE LIST — ACCEPTING

KISS: My character kisses yours, or vise versa.

the arkham galas became MANDATORY the higher up your position was. the staff knew very well just how the warden and the administrators felt about spending their money on something that wasn’t new and improved ways to melt insanity out of the brain. the warden was nowhere to be seen. most likely in his office with a bottle of wine wondering how he could possibly manage to actually enjoy himself. the board members were spread out around the hall, holding conversations with staff they didn’t actually care about, their hearty laughs coming from the stomach booming over the other sounds.

those sort of get-togethers were never anything that interested jonathan, but it was better than being stuck in his office for the night or at home with the dog and the birds. he dug out a suit much dressier than the ones he normally wore. it had clearly been awhile, as he spent twenty minutes picking COBWEBS from the jacket beforehand. the music was fine, with the sounds of romantic waltzes playing over the PA system. the wine was alright, there was room to spend a little more money to get something that tasted less wooden, but it did its job.

the company does not go amiss. jonathan can see katherine across the room, shining shades of silver and gold, brighter than the freshly polished statues in every corner. he was HESITANT at first, asking her to go with him, but she was the best company he could think of. she seems to be enjoying herself, but he can’t tell much from the distance. excusing himself from the conversation he was having with the husband of one of the surgeons, he crosses the room, over to where she stands, proud and tall as always.

he doesn’t NEED to say anything, just sets his hand out, letting her palm rest against his own. he feels like he’s holding his own hand — a feeling he isn’t used to. to his own credit, jonathan had to learn to dance from a young age. so customary and traditional that any son bearing the keeny name wouldn’t have two left feet. he leads a delicate dance, one that feels so natural, keeping to the sound of violins around the room, letting the dance play out slowly.

katherine ducks in, pressing a KISS to his cheek, so delicately that jonathan isn’t sure she even kissed him in the first place. a squeeze to his palm and she fades back into the crowd. someone nudges his arm as he crosses back to his original spot, and they swipe their thumb over his cheek, their finger coming back pink, matching the lipstick she had been wearing. he spends five minutes in front of a painting, using the glass to try and clean his face off. next time she tried that, he would encourage her to not wear matte lipstick.