harper boys

so apparently i’m only motivated to draw these guys in each other’s outfit now so have another outlaws drawing (i’m so sorry for this lineart omg (and that backround, just… no (it’s three AM ok i’m not in condition to create a masterpiece (also, every time i post something i think “this is it, this is where they realize i suck”)))

when I see people post positive things about Liam and Cora

then they say “I hope they’re more interesting than Kaiden and Ashley!!1”

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My cat scared the living tar outta me today, seems like a regular problem that would pop up when living with a Tamaranean

I am unsure whether to tell you,
That I like you, that I want
To know everything about you,
I didn’t hear a word of what you said
Because I was too busy imagining
What your thoughts taste of and
How our hands could interlock
Together.

But I do not.
I let flames die.
Texts stop.
You cannot hurt me if I do not let you
In, past the walls I have built long ago
And have never lived without.
You are an amateur at what I
Have a PhD in.

—  A letter to something we never were // Harper Calloway
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There’s something so special about a woman who dominates in a man’s world. It takes a certain grace, strength, intelligence, fearlessness, and the nerve to never take no for an answer. Amelia Earhart was such a dynamic force in her industry, setting multiple aviation records in her time. So it was a no-brainer for me to team up with Harper’s Bazaar in honor of a woman who held her own with the big boys.
- Rihanna ( Harper’s BAZAAR March 2017)

Close your eyes

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by:
Anon

“Can I have 39. Close your eyes now baby. Where the reader was taken hostage by someone bad guys trying to get Jason. When Jason find the reader tied to a chair and beat up he tells her to close her eyes why’ll he fights the bad guys. […]
Just something really sad and fluffy!! […]”

Warnings: violence, angst

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You thought it was possible to separate your and Jason’s relationship from him being some sort of anti hero at night.
It seemed possible. No one knew who he was under the helmet, right? Wrong.

Another fist hit your face, making the chair you were tied to fall over.
Your (Y/H/C) hair was sticking to your cheeks, because of the tears that fell from your eyes and the blood running down from the wound over your eyebrow.
The chair and you were picked up once again and Black Mask grabbed your chin tightly, pulling the tape off your mouth.

“You think she will like it?” Jason looked at Roy as they left the travel agency with flight tickets to London. “She has never left Gotham.”

“Don’t worry, Jaybird. You’re gonna be boyfriend of the year,” Roy patted his friend’s shoulder. “And friend of the year if you bring me one of those waving Queens.”

“Sure,” Jason rolled his eyes and gave Roy the envelope, because his phone rang. “It’s her,” he smiled. Roy had never seen Jason smile as often as he did since he met you before. “Hey, baby,” he answered the call.

You were looking up at Black Mask who was holding the phone which was on speaker.
He told you to say hello before he dialled Jason’s number, but there was nothing leaving your lips.

Black Mask growled and slapped you, “‘baby’ doesn’t want to talk.”

Jason’s muscles tensed. His heart beat faster as ever.

“Before my men beat her up she was such a pretty thing.
I might just keep her after I killed you.”

Jason could hear you sobbing in the background and it broke his heart like nothing ever did. “I swear to God, Black Mask, if–”

“Nah, nah, nah! I think you’re not in the position to threaten.
And now find us so I can put a bullet between your eyes. And the longer you need, the more fun I will have with (Y/N),” he demanded before he hang up and left the room.

“Jason, what happened?” Roy frowned. “Hey, breath!” He laid his hands on both of Jason’s shoulder as he seemed to forget how breathing worked. “Don’t panic!”

“Black Mask has (Y/N),” the former Robin whispered. He felt sick, like throwing up.
This was his fault, only his fault.

“Shit,” Roy’s eyes widened. They started to run back to their house. Roy located your phone while Jason armed up.
His hands were shaking the whole time.
This was his fault.

“A warehouse near the harbour. I think we should ask Dick or Tim or even Batman for help, man.”

“I got this,” Jason hissed. “My fault. I need to save her,” he jumped onto his motorcycle and drove to the locations Roy gave him.
Jason should have thought about a better plan, an actual plan, but right now he was ruled by irrational emotions.
He got into the building, trying to stay unnoticed as he searched for you.
His mind was facing.
What did they do to you? Were you still conscious? Would you hate him because of this?
Was he strong enough to see what they did to you?

He opened the door to a room and there you sat tied to a chair, your head hang low.
There were no guards. It was a trap, but Jason’s shaking legs were already carrying him forward.

You flinched as you heard footsteps coming towards you, but as soon as the familiar sound of his helmet falling to the ground hit your ears you relaxed.
He kneeled down in front of you, cupping your cheeks, stroking your hair out of your face.
Tears shot into your eyes as you looked at his.

“I’m… I… I’m here now, baby,” he whispered, stroking over your cheeks with his thumbs.
The pain he was feeling by just looking at you all beaten up was unbearable. He pulled the tape carefully from your lips.

“Jason,” your voice was empty, barely there. You sobbed.

“Shh,” he laid his forehead against yours, trying to stop you from losing it complete. “I’m here now, (Y/N).”

A gun clicked. “This is so heart warming. Get up!” Black Mask ordered.

Jason’s hands rested on your cheeks, his thumbs tenderly rubbing your temples, “close your eyes now, baby. I don’t want you to see this.”

You were staring at him for a moment then did as he said, trusting him like nobody else. Your nails dug into the wood of your chair, your heart raced and your eyes were squeezed shut.

You winced as guns were fired and the sound of fighting filled the room. Screams, groans, running.
You were too scared to open your eyes. What if Jason laid right at your feet in a pile of blood? That would be the worst possible thing to happen.
You jumped as the sound of a blade being pulled rang in your ear, but as soon as you felt strong hands pick you up you relaxed and opened your eyes.

Jason kissed the top of your head as he carried you outside, stepping over lifeless bodys, “this is my fault.”

You shook your head.

“I… I will never let something like this happen to you again. I… I love you, (Y/N), so much… l.. I’m so sorry.”

As you looked up at him you saw tears running down his cheeks.