“ We’ve got each other, Kate. We’ll still be together. We’ll always be together. ” // kate & beth kane aesthetic @honorfought
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“ We’ve got each other, Kate. We’ll still be together. We’ll always be together. ” // kate & beth kane aesthetic @honorfought
u know what we haven't done in a while lia. what r ur top five fave dj and rachel moments
DJ
that time she made an erika blog to remind me of my torment
“ME SCREAMS”
going into that chatzy room as “cha”
when she discovered the corn scene in troll 2
this ask
RACHEL
losing to a level 2 pidgey
saving my ass constantly in APB
teaming up against yall in town of salem
The Dress
her pokemmo boyfriend
You are an ex-military socialite who takes justice into her own hands.
independent KATE KANE / BATWOMAN of dc comics. written by aimee
“i’m telling you, kate she’s been flashing you the crazy eyes all night.”
@honorfought
what r ur top five aimee moments tho
ehsy tohur (did u think i forgot bitch)
naming the ostrich
the Weedles
when u try to be sneaky but got hanged in tos
jean stuffing kate into a dryer
“ Have you been AVOIDING me, my darling sister? ” Did she break into Kate and Maggie’s apartment just to ask that? Yes.
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@honorfought replied to your post: Arent you afraid of dying?
BETH DON’T DO THIS TO KATE AGAIN
but aren’t you proud of her? she’s protecting, someone she sees as a kid and being honorable. she only hopes that with her death that she redeems herself from all the bad she did :’)
@HONORFOUGHT
With Kitty gone -- well, gone from sight, at least; Rachel has no doubt she’ll phase herself into a wall to eavesdrop -- she reclines comfortably in her seat, gaze sweeping over the woman across her from, not necessarily seeking to intimidate, but nonplussed if that results. Neither is she discouraged by the thought of facing her best friend’s ire later, “You’re not really her type.”