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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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@theamazondiana
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I went on a last minute trip so I vanished. I’ll be back on tonight!
Being a woman interested in superheroes is asking for a constant reminder that actually the world hates women.
WONDER WOMAN 2017 | dir. Patty Jenkins
@theamazondiana sent:
“Happy Birthday, Bruce! I believe you’re supposed to show me your baby pictures to celebrate,” she claimed— not that she was good at being subtle if she tried, but her cheeky grin showed she had no intention of pretending she thought that was a real tradition. But hey, a girl had to try, right?
Birthday Asks!!
🦇—-;; Bruce pauses, and then huffs, rolling his eyes fondly. "I get the feeling you're just trying to convince me to see my baby pictures and using my birthday as an excuse." He says, arms folding over his chest. Anyone else might mistake him for being annoyed she's asking. "Did you try asking Alfred first?" He grumbles. Ah, but was the real harm in letting her see those pictures? A time when Bruce still had his innocence.
"If you promise not to tell anyone I showed you, I'll share them with you." He says, "just the baby pictures though. I'll have to find where Alfred hid the album my mother kept." He says, clearly trying to think of where it was placed last, or if it had been moved the last time the manor had been broken into.
Diana’s smile betrayed how excited she truly was. She always loved babies, she found them fascinating, considering she’d never seen one until she came to Man’s World, and they were just too adorable to handle— but one of her closest friends as a baby? That was something she just had to see. “I won’t tell a soul!” She vowed. “Especially not Clark,” Diana added, knowing he was the only one who would be just as excited about the idea of Bruce’s baby pictures.
“I’ve already seen all of his baby pictures anyway. Mrs. Kent was more than willing to show them off,” she chuckled. “You know, he’s had that cowlick since he’s had hair…” she mused aloud as she let him find the albums.
Of course, that visit to Smallville was wonderful, but it was easy to imagine Clark as a child. Bruce, on the other hand, gave the impression he was born a brooding adult, never having time for such childish endeavors as adolescence.
@theamazondiana sent:
"Get some rest. I'm not going anywhere."
Gentle Care
🦇—-;; Weary eyes flicker to Diana for a long moment when she speaks, he knows he needs a little bit to just rest, lord knows what happened when he pushed himself too far, even if he still consistently does it out of sheer stubbornness, never again to that degree though where it had ended quite badly for him. It's that thought that keeps him from bristling and insisting he's fine. That and he's never really been able to lie like that to Diana.
Gloved fingers card lightly through cowl mussed hair and he sighs, setting the cowl down beside him and his shoulders slump. "You don't need to hang around for me, Diana." Bruce can't quite keep all complaints to himself, though this one is based in the fact that there was probably more important things to deal with than him and his own problems. Still, regardless, Bruce sits down and leans back in his seat, eyes flickering across the room. A thirty minute nap wouldn't do him any harm, right?
He huffs tiredly, rubbing clawed fingers lightly against his temple, just attempting to settle the headache he had. Brows furrow lightly and he drops his hand again and grumbled quietly under his breath. Not that he isn't thankful for the company, it just feels a little unnecessary at the moment.
She was used to his demeanor by now, not that it had ever really bothered her. Perhaps from someone else, she would’ve taken it as a hint to leave, but they both knew she had no intention of doing that, no matter how much he protested. It seemed their constant dance, a mutual understanding that went beyond words.
“Oh? If only I trusted you would rest adequately without my supervision,” she joked, her lips turned up in a playful smirk. Of course, she wasn’t naive enough to assume she could get him to what was truly adequate rest, but anything was better than nothing. She would take what she could get.
“Go on. Rest, I’ll wake you if anything goes wrong,” she promised.
Diana was sculpted from clay by her mother, Hippolyta, and brought to life by the gods. They bestowed upon her the gifts she has, such as strength, wisdom, and flight. They also entrusted her with various weapons, such as the Lasso of Hestia and Sword of Athena.
Dick, pointing to Jason's photo : This is Jason. He was our brother. He liked literature and was very good at school. People would've told you he was violent but he was the sweetest and would've never been on the wrong side.
Damian, who has seen Jason training in the League of Assasins to commit homicide and probably mass murder in Gotham : Okay
Salem is ready for Valentine’s!
they are PROFESSIONALS!!! of course theyve never had batnaps at the batcomputer!
George Clooney may be the worst Batman, but he is also the hottest.
The BEST Batman is forever Kevin Conroy.
she is vengeance
While yes, the Chiefs are technically in Missouri, Kansas still roots for them/claims them. But I cannot see Clark Kent rooting for the Chiefs lmaoooo.
“I heard there is a superb owl today!”
In case you didn’t know who I am.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - THE ANTHOLOGY BY TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPT LIST * assorted lyrics from the album, some lines slightly adapted for meme purposes but feel free to adjust as necessary
even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.
trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.
i love you. it's ruining my life.
does it feel all right to not know me?
i am who i am 'cause you trained me.
quick. tell me something awful.
i loved you the way that you were.
we were just kids, babe.
i can fix him.
you and i go from one kiss to getting married.
you said i'm the love of your life.
way up there, i actually love it.
i just don't understand how you don't miss me.
do you hate me?
did you think i had it in me?
what if i told you i'm back?
i still miss the smoke.
i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.
you look like stevie nicks.
it's hell on earth to be heavenly.
i still can't believe it.
this happens once every few lifetimes.
didn't you hear? they called it all off.
it's happening again.
my friends say it isn't right to be scared.
i might just die.
fuck you if i can't have us.
tell me about the first time you saw me.
are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?
no one's ever had me... not like you.
stay away from her.
there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.
i don't think you've changed much.
that's where i was when i lost it all.
life was always easier on you than it was on me.
i hoped you'd return.
do you believe me now?
what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?
what are the chances you'd be downtown?
is it something i did?
oh, we must stop meeting like this.
they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware.
i'm not a donor, but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.
looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards.
the story isn't mine anymore.
what a charming saturday!
none of it is changing.
wild winds are death to the candle.
one bad seed kills the garden.
i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.
this place made me feel worthless.
i didn't want to come down.
everything had been above board.
blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll.
you can mark my words that i said it first.
the professor said to write what you know.
all of this to say, i hope you're okay.
your words are still just ringing in my head.
i built a legacy which you can't undo.
who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy?
the effects were temporary.
no, i'm not coming to my senses.
babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it.
you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.
i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.
thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.
you're a professional.
long may you reign.
you're an animal. you are bloodthirsty.
now i seem to be scared to go outside.
i don't believe in good luck.
i hate it here.
if i'd been there, i'd hate it.
only the gentle survived.
i'm lonely, but i'm good.
you have no room in your dreams for regrets.
i thought it was just goodbye for now.
are you still a mind reader?
let it once be me.
i haven't decided yet.
i still dream of him.
i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.
it was always the same searing pain.
i can't forgive the way you made me feel.
it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.
she used to say she wished that you were dead.
tell me all your secrets.
they tried to warn you about me.
you're in terrible danger.
i'm the life you chose.
yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.
no one asks any questions here.
tell me i'm despicable. say it's unforgivable.
i'm running back home to you.
you should see your faces.
you knew the price going in.
was any of it true?
who the fuck was that guy?
i don't ever want you back.
did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?
you don't get to tell me you feel bad.
you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.
am i allowed to cry?
there's no such thing as bad thoughts. only your actions talk.
they're going to crucify me anyway.
i know i'm just repeating myself.
that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.
Diana smiled, warmed by the clear affection he had for his children. “That is the thing about children. They must grow, no matter how much we wish to stop it,” she mused, sipping her tea. She wasn’t exactly familiar with it, used to being the only child for so long— but she had heard the sentiment from every parent and seen it enough to understand that it always did feel too fast.
“I’m sure you are very proud. Of them all,” she added, grinning. “Perhaps I am due for a visit.”
🦇—-;; Bruce sighs and shrugs, his fingers press lightly against his mug. "Sometimes I still see them as they were when they came to me. Children. Or that little yellow and black cape following me." He sighs. Some part of him wished he was a better father, but he's been doing the best he can. "I know that's not the case so much now, but...I guess that's how all fathers see their kids."
Real eyes drop to the mug in his hands, causing the white lenses to dim slightly before he hums. "Of course I am." Bruce looks back up at her then and he hums, "you're welcome to stop by, Diana."
“It does seem a common sentiment,” she noted, unable to speak from her own experience— but it seemed that was how her mother viewed her, as well. Always the wild child, never the Amazonian warrior she has grown into.
“I’ll have to then!” She beamed. “It will be fun!” Always the optimist, Diana loved nothing more than sharing her joy with those around her— including Bruce’s family, or perhaps especially.