#deadshotisms

[herkingofgotham-archived-blog]

    today is the day -     i am going to tackle the 59 ask memes in my ask box on this blog     feel free to turn any of these into threads 

    i owe replies to -     @deadshotisms     @elementofglamour x3     @psychiatriiist     @essentially-evil x2     @cantsxim x3     @secondgenerationhood     all replies will be done either today/tomorrow     depending on how quickly i get through memes

    if i owe a reply and you aren’t on this list - im me.

[wrcnggirl]

                          daring @deadshotisms cont. 

“i’m not ---” no, not agreeing. just not disagreeing. at least, not at this point. that doesn’t mean that things won’t change. 

[jckescver-blog]

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

Text message starters

To Deadshot: ...Are you drunk?

To Deadshot: ....You have a nice voice

[jckescver-blog]

CLOSED

Continuation of this

@deadshotisms

Joker looked at him with a growl, shying away from the man. It hurt to move, he could feel the moistness of blood, but he didn’t say anything to Floyd. He didn’t want to appear weak, he was fine. 

“I said, it’s nothing.” 

[looneyxtune]

+ @deadshotisms

     ❝ you missed the shot on PURPOSE...didn’t ya? ❞ harley asked, raising her gaze to his. she saw him take aim, and heard the sound of the gun, and she thought he did hit her, but he didn’t. she was still alive.

[uncannilydodged-moved]

                                   |{ CONTINUED. }|

                                                    @deadshotisms

|{ FLOYD. }|

       Floyd leaned into the kiss slightly, allowing it to linger before he pulled back and pressed his finger to the other man's bottom lip.

                                           “What was that for?

                    “ WHAT?  i can’t kiss the man i LIKE? ” diath chuckled lightly.  “ you’re CRUEL, floyd. ”  he laced his arms around floyd’s neck, looking up at him with a SOFTNESS in his eyes.

[ohsshiit-blog]

❝ i had an interesting conversation with your daughter. ❞ no preamble. he saw no point in beating around the bush. they weren’t friends. hell the last time they’d been face to face he’d been using said daughter as bait, and deadshot was ready to decorate the alley with his skull. but ... - he couldn’t ignore all the good he had done when amanda waller’s ambition nearly brought about the end of the natural world. he’d risked his life more than once, and his thanks was being thrown back in a cell with nothing but a solitary visit home. it wasn’t right. but before he went to bat to plead his case, he wanted to know if the man selfless enough to save the world was still in there. peering through the small opening in his cell door - it was the only contact the guards would allow - he went on,  ❝ she’s a brave kid. got jim gordon to call me. she told me i was wrong about you. that you’ve changed, and it’s wrong for you to be in here. so... -  is she right? ❞ his tone held a note of genuine curiosity. ordinarily he wasn’t one for second chances, but zoe lawton had made him reconsider.  | @deadshotisms |

[rxttenheart-archived-blog]

continued with @deadshotisms from this post

    “You don’t know him like I do! I swear Floyd, if you wanna keep your head, stop talkin’ smack about my Mister J! What? Ya jealous or somethin’?”