#emily.

[duckyisms]

love you.

i love you too. @thexcarrollxtimes @holyemu @aggierobshaw @birchrcse @nananathanb @angstfactory @defendingtheice

[latr1nal1a]

"they're about to eat HAM together: what does THAT mean?" - my roommate who's reading too much into the outie irving/burt scene like damn girl maybe they're just eating ham and then they fuck!!!

[warplanet]

with @ioracle, for emily kelso. — you're very distracting, you know.

she's just shutting curtains, tiptoeing around barbara's room as she steps from window to window. barbara's comment makes her pause and grin over her shoulder, giving the woman a wink. "i don't mean to be." maybe barbara, sitting at her desk all day in the clocktower, has grown weary of the multiple screens in front of her — maybe all that blinking and rubbing her eyes she's doing has gone and made her pull from her work, seeking movement beyond the maps and targets on her monitors. that's why, when emily goes to close the curtains (humming quietly to herself), barbara can't help but notice. was it ill-timed, or was it on purpose? "can i get you anything?" she asks as she pulls the final curtain closed. "tea? food? i think batman and the rest of them could wait a little while if you need a break." on socked feet, emily wanders over to the desk at the near-center of the room, her hands sliding around barbara's shoulders. she begins a quiet knead, a careful tending-to of sore muscles she finds. "mm. you're tense." oh, this is all on purpose. emily is definitely trying to weasel a kiss or two from her girlfriend. "take a break? come sit with me? let me fix you some dinner, and we'll get you away from those screens — your eyes must be hurting. poor thing." affectionate. she dips down and pecks barbara's cheek. "whatever you're working on, it can wait. promise."

[illyharrison]

Your beau was getting frisky with an unknown brunette on new years....

Consider your drama successfully stirred. If you're brunette you better hope you don't cross my path until I get to the bottom of this because I slap first and ask questions later. @birchrcse @beecarsen @ingridhawkins @thexcarrollxtimes

[satellitewar-archived]

from @eueclid: i'm serious. that's what it says. from brucie for emily

there's absolutely no way this man is bruce wayne, but the name tag on his lapel says otherwise. he insists. i'm serious, the man says, his frown not reaching his eyes, and all emily can do in retaliation is beam and hide her shock. "they didn't tell me you were the contractor in question when they set up this meeting. forgive me for my confusion; i'm very happy to meet you." it's a hasty explanation — and it's true, of course — but it doesn't completely encompass her genuine surprise at the revelation. bruce wayne. here, in this office. he traveled all the way from gotham to langley for a chat about a collaboration. is this what the CIA is doing now? relying on public figures and large companies to provide its specialized tech?

"i'm emily kelso, logistics coordinator." realizing she didn't even introduce herself, emily sticks out a hand for the man to shake. around them, the boardroom is empty, silent — no one else has entered the space, which gives them some time to converse before the meetings begin. "it'll be my agents that rely on your tech if we choose to use it, so they want me here to evaluate its utility." she peeks out through one of the glass windows, if only to drag her eyes from the billionaire for a moment. "was it a long trip from gotham?" back to bruce. her lips pull into a softer grin. "let me know if i can make you a coffee or something, mr. wayne."

[bogprincepine]

my friend is showing me blurry png's of bugs with human names and.

[girard]

gripping the sink sometimes you do things you need to do to survive