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Circus - Jerome Valeska x Reader Imagine

Imagine you’re a temporary performer in the circus Jerome once performed in and help him shoot the circus up one night when he returns after escaping Arkham.

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Jerome’s POV

               Jerome walked up to the circus. It had been a while since he’d set foot inside the tent; almost three months. Why the circus had stuck around Gotham for that long after he murdered his mother, he didn’t know. It was a stupid move. They should have cleared out as soon as he was arrested. Go somewhere where no one had heard about what had happened. He supposed his “father” had something to do with it.

               Stupid, sentimental old man. He thought to himself as he walked into the main tent where the Graysons were flipping through the air while the crowd below erupted in thunderous applause.

               He looked around the tent and saw many familiar faces. Faces of people who had stood by when his mother and her lovers got drunk and had beaten him. Faces of people who told him to toughen up, life is hard sometimes. People who had been so consumed with the ridiculous feud between the Graysons and Lloyds that they had no problem overlooking the troubles of the young son of a lowly snake dancer. Sure, it might be petty, but Jerome decided that if the circus had been too stupid to get out of dodge when they had the chance, he’d make them regret that decision.

               As the trapeze artists flipped over head, Jerome wove his way through the crowd, lightly stroking the gun tucked into the waist band of his pants. He’d find a good spot and wait for the opportune moment; then, he’d open fire.

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The Wicked soundtrack in pictures

Wicked songs explained
  • No One Mourns the Wicked:The catchy celebratory song relating to a death.
  • Dear Old Shiz:The song that eases us into a flashback
  • The Wizard and I:A song filled with an unbelievable amount of irony and foreshadowing.
  • What is this feeling?:The song with sexual tension.
  • Something Bad:The song that helps build the plot.
  • Dancing Through life:The YOLO song
  • Popular:The song that hints Galinda's crush on Elphie.
  • I'm Not That Girl:The beautiful but sad song.
  • One Short Day:The fun song.
  • Sentimental Man:The Wizard's innocent song
  • Defying Gravity:The empowering song that teaches you to be strong, independent, and make brooms fly with the right spell.
  • Thanks Goodness:The song that's actually very sad.
  • Wicked Witch of the East:The song they should have included on the album.
  • Wonderful:The Wizard's song in attempt to get you back on his side.
  • I'm Not That Girl (Reprise):The 'wow what a plot twist' song.
  • As Long As You're Mine:The passionate love song
  • No Good Deed:The song that will send chills down your spine.
  • March of the Witch Hunters:The song that's kinda gruesome.
  • For Good:The song that will have you bawling your eyes out
  • Finale:The song that will shatter your heart into many pieces and have you scheduling your next therapy appointment because you're not emotionally okay.
Wicked Songs Summary:

No one mourns the Wicked:

Dear Old Shiz:

The Wizard and I:

What is this Feeling:

Something Bad:

Dancing Through Life/We Deserve Each Other:

Popular:

I’m Not that Girl:

One Short Day:

A Sentimental Man:

Defying Gravity:

Thank Goodness:

Wonderful:

I’m Not that Girl (Reprise):

As Long as You’re Mine:

No Good Deed:

March of the Witch Hunters:

For Good:

Finale:

The sentiment of a man and his legacy.
I had the pleasure of sitting down today with Mike along with his lovely and dearly talented wife Courtenay of @krammerstoudt. I’ve worked closely with them in the past week but each moment I’ve been graced to share with them one on one has been nothing short of eye-opening and full of hearty laughter.
Mike told me stories about his art, his past addictions, overcoming difficulties and smiling in spite of it. He’s nearing his 39th birthday or so he tells me, and his smile shows it. He told me about this time his ‘71 VW bus caught fire along a highway. How he tried surfing in “stupid” conditions, saw whales and has met some wonderful people throughout his life’s journey.
His history isn’t fully out in the world, but it’s an honor to see him take American Made to the next level. Making their way into @nytimes, and several other well-respected media outlets - these two and their team truly deserve each bit of success ushered their way. When we sat down to talk today the air was coated with excitement for further collaborations, development of their brand and more stories to come.
We all have our struggles, our vices and challenges. But we all have spirit, we have talents and an ability to laugh when it’s tough. Mike, Courtenay, thank you for letting a young kid into your lives and being a part of what you do. I have so much respect for the coming together of generations.
Mike, I hope you find that 5 cent Nicaraguan cigar level of happiness, you deserve every bit of it.
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WINNER’s Alphabet Movement: X → XX CHROMOSOME

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Bonus: Nam Taehyun (forever the sassiest and cheekiest!) the maid tough guy lifting up Seunghoon’s skirt… just look at dem guns. 

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(lmao this is probably worse than the last one i did i’m not used to doing this but the ideas keep coming)

Okay continuing with the idea that Frank and Matt have regular nightly meet ups after a night of crime fighting to lick at each other wounds. Frank gets way too comfortable in Matt’s apartment, comfortable enough to fall asleep but leave before Matt awakens. However, There are nights when he just walks around slowly sipping on his beer and staring at what he considers to be a rather barren apartment. Matt has told him that he is truly and seriously blind, and it’s something that Frank still can’t seem to believe or get past. Matt fights better than most people he’s ever faced, even if Frank knows he could put a real good dent on that pretty face of his, but with how bare everything is in here he can finally get behind that.

Regardless, he still wants to see what Matt even keeps in here, in this loft that is too quiet for him, far away from gunshots, screams, and barking dogs. He begins rummaging through drawers of things he can’t read, most of them in braille or some legal jargon that Frank is just too sleepy to bother reading through, but then he stops on a birthday card from a few years back, tattered and barely acknowledged by Matt probably. It’s simple, but maybe the person who gave it to him hadn’t the forethought of realizing that he wouldn’t be able to see the intricate, gaudy design of it. Frank can still see Matt appreciating it and not feeling slighted in the least. He grunts a bit at the thought before peeling open the card and seeing the date. Only two weeks away from now, Matt’s birthday is right around the corner, and by the way he seemed to prop up here more often than Frank feels he should, he knows he doesn’t have anybody to really celebrate it with him.

He puts it back for a moment, taking another swig of his beer, the piss ass beer Matt buys and he always complains about despite taking another sip against his dislike of it. For whatever reason, a week later he’s still thinking about it while inside a small market. Why is he staring at this goddamn cupcake? Matt doesn’t need anyone to remember his birthday much less celebrate it, but Frank feels he needs to do something, anything to show that he was at least thankful that Matt didn’t throw him to the curb the moment he fell asleep on his couch. He shuffles a crumpled $5 bill to the cashier and hurries out with that cupcake and a single candle.

A few nights later, Matt returns from another bout in the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, luckily tonight he barely had to lift a finger after wrestling down some robber at a local corner store, though tonight he feels that his heart isn’t all into it, he can’t put a finger on just why. When he approaches his rooftop, there’s Franks heartbeat again, but instead of it’s usual calm cadence, it’s slightly elevated, as if he were anxiously waiting. “Anxious?….Frank was never anxious…” closer and he gets a faint whiff of phosphorous, warmth, wax, and…..icing? Chocolate? Something sweet?

Still kneeling on the windowsill Frank meets his gaze for a moment to turn away from the table. “You coming in Red or what?” he utters, there’s a hint of bashfulness that Matt can easily sense, but he ignores it in favor of ripping his mask off his head and focusing on the bright orange spot blazing in what little vision he can muster. “Is that a candle? You bought a cake?” he says walking towards the table. Frank clears his throat “Uh I saw…..you had a card in your desk….birthday card.”

“Oh yeah…today is…”

“Yeah just thought….you weren’t bringing anyone over tonight for it..and uh got you a…cupcake.”

Matt smiles at him, it’s deep and warm, even if Matt looks tired that beaming smile of his never fades.

“The Punisher?…..wishing me a happy birthday?”

“Look if you dont want it I’ll just throw-”

“No-No it’s fine….I really appreciate it…I just didn’t expect you to even-well anyone to even bother…”

Frank pauses to stare at Matt for a moment when he decides to wander to the counter, he picks up his nearly empty beer bottle. “Well I ain’t that cold…”

Somehow this little gesture makes Matt flush, the heat of the candle amplifying that. Matt couldn’t recall the last time he ever really cared about his birthday or bothered to share when the day was with anyone other than Foggy, and he might have mentioned it in passing to Karen. Now the both of them were far too busy with their own ventures to probably bother, even if they still did meet occasionally at the Bar. He feels Frank’s heartbeat settle down slightly but tempering as Matt leaned over the small cupcake, and blew out the candle. The Heartbeat goes back to its normal cadence, and Matt knows Frank secretly cherishes some part of what they have, Matt is the only thing near normalcy in Frank’s life, this was his gesture, his thanks, and Matt felt like he almost didn’t deserve it.

“Thank you Frank….I really mean that.”

“I don’t know who celebrates their birthday in costume Red….”

“Remember me, your dear sweetheart, and fare well, Sophronios.”

A 5th century Roman cameo set into a modern mount. The text given above is translated from the Greek inscription surrounding the central image on the cameo, and is a sentimental message addressing a man. The imagery, the knotted object depicted in particular, though might seem like a strange thing to include, is likely equally sentimental. The Getty elaborates artwork:

On this cameo, a hand pinches an earlobe between the thumb and forefinger; above, there is another object, perhaps a knotted scarf or a diadem. […] In Roman art and literature, the ear-tweaking hand is a common motif, signifying a request for attention. Gems such as this were mementos of love, and were probably given as gifts. The knotted object is not common, but very likely it, too, was a symbol of remembrance, its purpose perhaps similar to the modern custom of tying a knot in a handkerchief so as not to forget something important. This style of the lettering on this cameo indicates that it was made no earlier than the 400s A.D. 

Artefact courtesy of, and can be viewed at The J. Paul Getty Museum, Villa Collection, Malibu, California. Via their online collections2001.28.11.

Theory: Mary was engaged before she met John, which is why she wears such an elegant ring on her right hand. The wedding was called off because the groom died unexpectedly. Mary wears it still. Sentiment. The man Mary was engaged to was Jim Moriarty and after his death she vowed to burn the heart out of Sherlock Holmes the only way she knew how: through John Watson. Jim used Molly to get to Sherlock in series 1, Jim used Kitty in series 2. But by series 3 he has someone who would willingly “get Sherlock” for him. Love is a far more viscous motivator, after all.