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The reason no one will ever understand me: I don’t break.

Alice Notely, from Songs and Stories of the Ghouls

this outfit is chefs kiss

Barbara grinned at her friend. “I gave up being the VP of Wayne Enterprises. I wasn’t happy there any longer. I realized wanted more then 70 hour weeks with jerks who didn’t take me serious. Christian let me crash at his place. And I still own the tower. That’s my baby, I’ll never give her up.”

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"Did you cut one of them as you went out? I’d say that would have been adequate severance for the soul.” Sara toed closer with a cheeky grin. “Let you crash? Did you two break up again?” Her grip around the black duffle bag loosened as it clattered to the ground.

“Can you, at least, give a girl a heads up before you arm it to the teeth. I used to live here too.”

#convo : barbara

detective-stone:

Do you know the feeling of returning home after such a long vacation that your home doesn’t feel like home anymore? It feels more like trying to remember a distant memory that you just can’t quite grasp. Pushing aside the piles of mail that had built up around his door, he surveyed his apartment in an attempt to recognize he was finally returning back to a sense of normalcy…

Shutting the door behind him, he flipped on the lights and immediately reached for his weapon when he heard movement from farther inside his apartment - only to lower it when a familiar face greeted him. A welcome surprise. “…what do I owe this visit?”

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The seasons had changed with a wicked bitterness that poured down these poorly patched four walls. Sara’s fingers dragged across the places where the craters craved out by one too many bullets once laid. Cobwebs gathered in each corner of the room and glistened in the gluttonous moonlight that ebbed through the split in the curtain. Sara didn’t know what compelled her to come here this evening but there she stood in the ruins of his life. A guilt heart possibly? She couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that snaked up her spine. Max was, for all intent and purpose, a good man. His life stood uncomplicated before the barrage of bullets hailed through this place. She wasn’t one to take on the sin of a life that began before her but she had learned to accept the part she placed.

Inhale softly, she kicked off her boots and plopped down on the couch. Her battered palms beating out the fine specks of inactivity from the pillows. Settling into the calm, Sara flicked the metallic, gold cap from the freshly fashioned bottle of Johnie Walker. Happy birthday, Jesus...and me. You still making water to wine? Miracles don’t exist but maybe you’ll make an except for the idiot who lives here. Sara pulled a stiff swig from the bottom, allowing it to glide sinfully over her tongue as she held the bitterness for a moment before swallowing. She didn’t know how long she’d sat in the dark nor when the bottom of the bottle grew clearer in the silver undertones. It was the static that crackled through the silent that beckoned her back to life.

Her callused fingers traced the hilt of the blade concealed beneath the fold of her leather jacket. Sara slipped back into the fading shadows of her night, her back flush against the corner. Strangely enough, she settled into her heels and the ridge alignment of her fingers against the spine of her tried and true weapon loosened.

“Evenin’ partner,” she hissed. Sara casually fell back into the couch with a feigned aloofness. She couldn’t allow him to catch onto her relief.

#convo : max #tw: knife

bnbgs

HAN SO HEE as YOON JI WOO — episode two, my name (2021)

#[ muse inspo ;; ]

sdrawkcabtiyasi:

“Boo!”

The raven-haired sorceress appeared in a puff of purple smoke, already giggling before she could finish the scare. It was to no one’s surprise that Hallows Eve was Zatanna’s favorite holiday. It was the lighter side of what went bump in the night and she enjoyed when others played into the customs she grew up learning. They didn’t need to know the demons they dressed up as for sport were really so much more terrifying in person.

“So, what do you think? Do I look the part?” she asked, straightening the brim of her stereotypical witch’s hat and twirling in her old-fashioned black dress. A little to on the nose but it was all for fun.

How does she tolerate these..

Sara’s begrudging thoughts rattled around her head as she attempted to detangle the thin strings of the fishnet stockings that held tight against her thighs. She’d happily squeeze into a pair of leather pants over the nylon dental floss. Alas, she promised to lighten up and what better way than to dress like the vivacious mistress of magic?

Her cerulean colored irises followed the smoke that ebbed around Zatanna as she literally materialized out of thin air. Sara had mustered what little inner peace she possessed to curb her desire to retrieve the knife tucked in her jacket just as effortlessly as she appeared. Tonight was about fun.

“You look magical,” she huffed with a stiff shake of the head. “I thought I was the only one here who emerged from shadows. I’m kinda feeling like a one trick pony now. “

#convo : zatanna #ccfhalloweenie2021

Stumbling away from Zatanna’s swanky little shin dig to respond to the odd SOS from Gideon, Sara wove through the bustled streets with a pout. This is not how I expected my night to go. I wanted whiskey, a candy apple, and sex with a spooky witch. Sara adjusted her top hat before allowing her hands to sit in the silk lining of her jacket. She ignored the new unsolicited cat calls as she followed the coordinators being barked into her coms. She didn’t like when Gideon used her robotic mom voice.

“I don’t see anything but kids in costumes and their disgruntled parents. I should have pick something with pants,” she sighed. Sara’s brows knitted together at the squealing delight followed with a sea of flinching shoulders. A sly smirk curled up on her lips at the thought of some bloodied lawn ornament scaring the conservatism right out those once gawking eyes. What she didn’t expect was the fleet of blue tufted teddies cooing in a chorus of war cries and giggles.

“What the fu-..”

#ccfhalloweenie2021 #ccfstarter #[ beebo's baby ; halloween 2021 ]

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esperastra

#[ a whisper in the wind ;; sara ]#[ is sara possibly cosplaying Zatanna....yes ]

memetaped

texting starters send a symbol for…

🌻 a worried text.

🐰 a goofy text.

🦋 a loving text.

🧦 a half-asleep text.

🌳 a happy text.

🍎 an apologetic text.

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

🕰️ an early morning text.

💫 a late night text.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

💡 a scared text.

💀 an urgent text.

🥇 a supportive text.

🔪 a hateful text.

🌊 a sad text.

⚡ an angry text.

🚀 a goodbye text.

#[ meme saturday ]

holyxsmoak:

Policies || Sara

“So, what’s Legends’ policy on taking money and putting it in banks in another time?”

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"I can’t say we’ve ever had to consider such a request in the past or future.” Sara said cooly. Her gaze peeled away from Felicity’s ever growing sea of monitors to make good on the curiosity that bubbled up inside of her. “What’s going on, Felicity? Is Oliver in in hot water with the IRS? I swear they have to know he only has two pennies to rub together.”