just wanted to say i love everything you do for this community when you don't have to. you're such a positive person and it puts a smile on my face to see your posts on the dash!
SOBS ABOUT YOU. I love you so very much. always have and always will. thank you. i’m glad what i set out to do seems to make some kind of difference. <3
“ ya kidding ?! ” footsteps ring all over the warehouse . hyenas had been hiding under the furniture ; paws over eyes , trembling bodies , ominous whimpers . flowers sought protection in the fine shape of buds . her most wrinkly scowl casting nine inches above her , striking the rather indifferent features of her host . “ we are not ( air quotes , quite overdone ) ‘fine’ ! ”
‘ i’ll have a coke , ’ floyd grumbles . i GUESS . ‘ what would it’ve cost her t’spring for first class ? that fuckin’ scowl of hers ? ’ he adds under his breath . not much , with the unlimited budget that means the undeclared firearms in floyd’s checked bag are the best . go for killing , not for comfort , which floyd can understand . except in SECOND class, he can’t get alcohol . which is the real issue here .
he glances to the side to see POISON IVY. does she even drink human soft drinks ? with all the blathering about the plant kingdom , who fucking knows . floyd’s been reticent about this mission because of the last fiasco with his uniform and harkness . hopefully ivy’ll be more reliable. ha . fat chance . at least she’s not STUPID . better not be stupid enough to try her mind games with him , or floyd’ll put a bullet in her brain , waller be DAMNED . or whatever part of her anatomy will KILL her . floyd’s not particular about that .
‘ d’you have a pen ? ’ he asks , this time at her . his fingers tap on the seat in front of him , rising and falling in tempo . floyd feels NAKED without any weapons , and a pen is , at least , something . not nothing . his eyes flick around -
- and oh , that’s not good . that CAN’T be one of the men they’ve been sent to take care of , sitting partway across from them , face tilted slightly away . definitely not one of them . nuh - uh . fuck this . floyd’ll DEAL with it himself , with just the pen . flick it into the brain , and then they can do what they do best : flee from law enforcement .
the amazon had been so confident right up until now. presenting the doctor with a potted plant ––– – readied to be transferred into a bigger garden , the pot only temporary. and not just any plant. a part of the great tree of gaea that stood tall in the gardens of themyscira , a sprig. one that would grow into its own tree one day. carrying the blessing of mother nature itself.
ivy’s residence in gotham means she is far outside of diana’s jurisdiction. though the amazon is never here for judgment. only whatever kindness pamela might take. ❛ it needs little care , though i am sure it will get an abundance of it from you. ❜ the tree will start to bloom in the spring , and once it starts it never truely stops. flowers for the summer and vibrantly orange leaves in the winter. had made sure to remove the sprig properly , diana’s own hands dirted by the task. the plant will prosper for a long time , even away from paradise’s shores.
001. TAMALES : her mother being an immigrant from central america , tamales were a staple in her home . it’s one of only a few dishes she knows how to make . however , she doesn’t make them often because no matter how hard she tries , they never taste like her mom’s ( although , anyone else would say they’re delicious ! )
002. RED WINE * : there’s nothing better to take the edge of than a fine red wine . during her visits to italy , selina had the opportunity to taste some of the finest wines in the world . her favorite wines are south australian cabernets , those with deep plum and light pepper flavors . unless , of course , the mood calls for something more frisky , such as a bold merlot .
003. CHICKEN PARMAGIANA : selina’s dad loved italian food , so much that maria had to learn how to make a couple of signature dishes . while chicken parm wasn’t her best , selina couldn’t get enough of it . now , the way she judges whether or not an italian restaurant is good or not is by how good their parm is . * pairs well with a pinot noir .
004. SASHIMI + NIGIRI : there’s no big backstory for this one , selina just enjoys sashimi and sometimes nigiri . her favorite fish is smoked salmon for reasons of taste but with the added benefit of being high in omega - 3s which aid in muscle recovery .
005. CHICKEN WINGS : they’re cheap and delicious ! selina often gets real cravings for chicken when she’s pmsing and the best way to satisfy that is with a 12 - count wing basket in the flavors buffalo and teriyaki .
006. CHINESE TAKEOUT : the ultimate comfort food . perfect after a night of kicking ass , especially because takeout spots are often open late and takeout reheats so well . it’s a habit selina has tried to kick before , but knows she can’t . instead , she just limits her intake to no more than three times a month . . . mostly .
007. DARK CHOCOLATE : it’s not often selina will reach for chocolate , but when she does , it’s no less than 70% cacao . she also does not mind the occasional slice of chocolate cake if paired well with wine , raspberries , or a glass of milk . * pairs well with a merlot .
008. COFFEE : or more specifically espresso . it’s not often she will drink coffee for the taste over the effects , but when she does it’s typically meant to be a relaxing experience . while she doesn’t mind something from the coffee pot , her typical starbucks order is a grande flat white + lowfat milk + two pumps caramel . but that’s more of a treat than anything .
009. CHERRY DANISHES : on special weekends , selina’s dad would visit the bakery not far from their home and bring their little family breakfast treats . everyone knew that selina wanted the cherry danish . it’s not a particularly classy treat , however , selina will still go down to whatever bakery she lives near and on special weekends and buy herself a cherry danish alongside croissants , bear claws , and fresh muffins . * pairs well with a white zinfandel .
there’s a sharp knock on her door. it seemed URGENT. but of course when she opens the door, there stood arthur with tattered notebook held firmly in hand. it had been a while, but he was acting under the assumption that she would remember him. which, to be truthful, was a rather big one at that. they had only spoken briefly a few times in passing at arkham. yet, here he was standing at her door bearing an eager smile.
before she even had time to speak up, he was flicking through the old, frayed pages of the book. his CHAOTIC handwriting was visible scrawled across it’s pages. when he speaks, his voice is just as enthusiastic as his expression. words are quickened in a sing-song, goofy tone. “ there are three kinds of people in the world ━ those who can count, and those who can’t ” there’s a long pause, but the man’s grin never falters. well, not until he realized she WASN’T laughing.
❝ oh , i buried him out back ! ❞ a hop , skip , & a jump as the little mandrake makes her way back inside the vast greenhouse , arms spread wide & expression ever as chipper . she wants a hug . ❝ he was trying to kill rosie , mama ! i couldn’t let him ! ❞ @pherotox