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[koriaandrs]

“ --this is totally going to sound awful, and there’s no getting around it, but... is this the kind of bullshit you guys call sushi? because this is not sushi. this is like... seaweed and sticky rice and a bland expanse of nothingness. ” coast city had much better sushi. real sushi. and yeah, maybe she was a little bit bitter over it. but only a little bit. 

[thiefatheart-blog]

Addiction was something Selina understood in moderation, which by its very definition, meant she had almost no understanding of it at all. She had once been addicted to thievery. Was still addicted to the little spike of adrenaline that kicked its way through her chest when she leapt from rooftop to rooftop. But this. This she didn’t understand. At all. The Super Pill was a monster. Destructive as it was powerful, running rampant through a city Selina dared call her own. She wanted it obliterated. Completely removed from the system. But that didn’t seem likely, not with the way it grew and took on new, awful facets at every turn. Worse than Ivy’s plants. Worse than Harley’s love for him. 

She did her best, as did all the others, to track down sources. To eliminate them before they found real suppliers, to stop kids and the homeless and the vindictive from hooking themselves on something they couldn’t get out of. But it didn’t always work that way, and skulking along the sides of buildings tracking dealers to their sources was proving to be harder than she expected. Especially when they seemed to vanish into thin air. 

“Dammit.” Her voice, a low hiss of hot frustration as she dropped to the ground, searching for the door, the sewer grate, the answer to where they went. 

[grccnarrvw-blog]

“Listen. I’ve done plenty of shaking hands and kissing babies today. A few seconds to breathe would be greatly ap--” A short pause as he glanced up. “Well I’ll be damned. Sorry for the brush-off. What can I do for you?” 

[arrowsandvalor-blog]

Out of Hadlee James’ slew of bad habits, cigarettes were easily the least malignant. They would kill her slower than the vigilantism, the hard drugs, and the Super Pill combined. Maybe not the least malignant in general. If she lived long enough for them to kill her, it would be long and slow and painful. 

She sat outside the fancy French restaurant her parents had insisted on taking her to, taking a long-deep-slow-deadly drag of what her mother had deliberately come to refer to as a Cancer Stick. Addiction was something she was deeply familiar with, but the smoke filling her lungs cut into the deep-driving need for another Super Pill, enough that she could go through lunch without screaming. Enough that she could make nice and pretend to be the Golden Daughter they wanted her to be. 

Leaned against the side of the building, she watched the citizens of Gotham wander by. Oblivious. Unconcerned. No Mr. Freeze in sight? They were fine. Except -- “There’s an open grate right there, y’know.” 

[koriaandrs]

“ You are suffering from symptoms of withdrawal. I think it would be best if you-- ” The stranger took a swing at her, and Kori caught their hand. If she dared--and X’hal if it wasn’t tempting--she could have crushed their first. Instead, she dropped to her feet, wrenching their arms together behind them. Arms pinned, they still struggled against her, a fruitless attempt in comparison to her super strength. The princess cast a glance at the figure in the shadows. “ Are you enjoying the show? ”

[magnctics]

“ I’m not saying I’m the best cook in the world, but I’m definitely the best cook in the Teen Titans. Anyone who tells you otherwise is dead-ass lying. ” 

[ncgraves-blog]

   “Please don’t invite me to whatever pity party this is.”  Maybe it was just talking; Jason wasn’t friggin’ listening.  But it had the tinge of pity in it, and Jason wasn’t interested in playing along.  Self pity, shared pity, whatever.  None of it was of interest to him.

[baxal-blog1]

“Okay yea, that car explosion over there, I totally had nothing to do with it. Nope, I was standing right here the whole time.”