the break one is not okay

I was at Ben Platt’s last show !!?

So uh, I’ve been super privileged with DEH stuff. I have one of the casts, I have a signed egg costume, some other signed stuff, and y’know just?? But recently I got to go to Ben Platt’s last show and here’s some things I noticed!!

- During sincerely me, when Ben does the little taps at “I’m just glad to be your friend,” this time he full on put his hand on Mike’s shoulder and briefly stroked his hair. It was super quick but super cute??

- Also in sincerly me, when Jared was kinda mocking Evan and stuff,, without looking Ben reached back and slowly shoved Will’s face away. Like full palm to the face-

- When Evan said the “why would you write that thing,” he said it like a classic valley girl and?? I don’t know if it was intentional but there was a pose and everything-

- I’m skipping back a bit, but in the very beginning of the show, no one would stop cheering. There was a solid 1-2 minutes of clapping when the lights came up, and it actually made Ben start to laugh. You could see the boys nose crinkle !!

- all of his poses were super exaggerated this time,, so like whilst talking about how he likes jazz but not all jazz mostly jazz band jazz, he did a few snazzy velociraptor motions,

- all the way to ‘To break in a glove,’ and Michael park is having trouble getting his words out. Sniffling and trying his best not to cry :0

- I’m skipping around so much because my memory is already fogging up but during if I could tell her Laura looked so wistful and she kept having to wipe her cheeks

- in so big so small during the hug, Rachel was kinda struggling with her words it seemed, and during this little pause, her and Ben had this cute little chuckle and everyone in the audience was driven to gentle laughs through their tears

- I realized that Heidi might be talking to her husband in gooD for you!?

- at the bows, you could literally see bens lip quivering. The poor boy was trying super hard not to cry too much! No one would stop clapping, and they brought him back to stage for two other bows!!

I have a low quality audio boot of the first act, and two videos of bens bows if anyone wants em. Notify me!

!!edit: I’m recalling more things, so if you want a part two,, I’d be happy to make it soon,,!!


Aries: Is it the fear of simply being up so high or the fear of falling once you’re up there that unsettles you so?

Taurus: Setting fire to the sky is actually doable. Not sure why you want to, but okay.

Gemini: It’s a cold, hard thing. It’ll work out in the end, though.

Cancer: May the gods take pity on you because it seems sure as shit no one else is going to.

Leo: It isn’t that you can’t break the habit, it’s just that you don’t want to.

Virgo: HAAA.

Libra: Stop looking for ghosts - The search is, in fact, pointless. They’ve been right beside you all along and you’ve never noticed.

Scorpio: Not taking you for an easy mark, a rug to walk on, would be beneficial to people’s health. No one ever learns, though.

Sagittarius: The witching hour has been rescheduled. It’s a last minute notification, sorry.

Capricorn: Smoke billows from the ground where you step. No fire, no ashes, just smoke.

Aquarius: Not everything should be taken as a personal insult.

Pisces: Fragments of seaglass and an unholy amount of vodka are the two things missing from your summoning circle.

Moments in Chaos (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Originally posted by nwetss

Request- “Can you do a Steve x Reader where he thinks she’s dead? But turns out she’s not and just pure fluff?”

Words- 928

Warnings- Swearing, injuries, blood

A/N- Enjoy!

The most horrible feeling imaginable settles into Steve Harrington gut. It’s like lead and ice and it makes him want to drop to his knees and just give up. He can’t. He has Dustin and the rest of the kids that need him. So he stays on his feet like a damn soldier, because there’s no way he can quit now and forces himself to keep moving.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but Angus will die well before Taako and the fact that either A) Kravitz (like his adopted dad) B) Lup (his aunt) or C) Barry (his uncle) will reap him haunts me

Whoo first thing in the morning writing here I come! Can’t turn down this sadness. 

“Will he be okay?” The fear in Taako’s voice was heartbreaking. The elf was obviously trying to hide it, but his hands and voice shook “This kid helped save the world, you better be trying all you can to help him.”

“This ‘kid’ is ninety three years old,”

Angus watched Taako argue through the window of his room in the Neverwinter hospital. It was weird, Angus was coming to the end of his life, and Taako still looked just like the day he met him on the train. Well, maybe not exactly like he had. It was early in the morning, and he had obviously rushed here. His outfit didn’t match and he had forgotten to put up his glamour. 

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BTS Reaction to: Their s.o becoming blind after an accident

Anon asked: “Hello! Can i ask a bts reaction where their s/o become blind after an accident? Thank you!“

Author’s note: This is really sad but I added some fluff in it. Still the feels though! Gifs aren’t mine.x 


The moment the doctor said those words Seokjin felt his heart break. Not just because you could never see him again, but also because you lost your vision. He knew how much you loved to look at pretty fields of flowers and sunsets but now you were blind you would never be able to see that again. When you broke down Seokjin quickly rushed to your side in attempt to comfort you. 

“Y/N, I can’t even imagine what you must be going through right now but please know that I’m not gonna leave you, okay? I’ll be here by your side to help you through this.” 


Yoongi couldn’t even start to imagine what must have been going through your head. He thought it was awful that you could never see again but he was the one with the vision while you just lost it. Yoongi would push his own feelings aside and would make sure that you were somewhat okay. He wasn’t crazy and knew that it would take you a very long time to accept it but he’d make sure that he’ll always be there. 

“Y/N, baby, I love you. Please remember that. You’re very strong and you can get through this, okay?” 


Just like you he’d break down. As if your car accident hadn’t been bad enough already, the doctor also just told you that you were blind. You’d never see again. Hoseok couldn’t even imagine how you’d feel but he was too caught up in his own thoughts. He’d tightly hold your hand as he slowly started to realize that you’d never be able to see him again, or your future kids if you’re luckily enough to have those. Just those thoughts alone made him cry harder but he always wanted to be there for you. So he just held you tightly as you both cried together. 

“I’m so sorry all of this is happening to you Y/N. You really don’t deserve all of this. I love you so much” 


Namjoon would be the most mature one in this situation. He’d try to be strong for you while on the inside he was completely breaking down. Just the thought of you never being able to see again made tears swell up behind his eyes. Namjoon quickly wiped them away as he gently rubbed your back while you listened to the doctor. He felt the need to be there for you even more than he already was. Namjoon would do everything just to help you. He’d make changes in the house so it would be safer for you. He knew he could never make you able to see again but he could make it as comfortable for you as possible. 

“Y/N, I know that I can’t give you your vision back but the least I can do is trying to make you feel comfortable and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” 


Just like Hoseok Jimin would get very emotional. He knew this would have a big impact on both of your lives but he loves you so leaving you didn’t even cross his mind once. Jimin wanted you to feel comfortable so just like Namjoon he’d to whatever just so you’d feel a little better. He’d make sure to be by your side at all times because he knew just how much you needed him during this hard time. When he noticed that you were starting to feel bad he’d instantly rush to your side to embrace you tightly, knowing that his hugs would always make you feel better.” 

“Y/N, just know that I’ll be here no matter what, okay? If you want to go somewhere just let me know and I’ll come with you.” 


Despite being young he knew this had a bigger effect on you than it did on him, so he’d put your feelings before his own. Just like Namjoon he’d make sure you were okay first. He’d try to convince you that it wasn’t the worst thing in the world and that he wouldn’t leave you over this. Once he was all alone he’d break down completely. Taehyung couldn’t even imagine what it would be like from now on since you couldn’t see him anymore. So your relationship changed a little. You two became a lot touchier because it made both of you feel more comfortable. It made you feel comfortable because you knew he was there and Taehyung because it made him realize that your relationship was still worth holding on to. 

“Y/N. I know you might not be able to see me anymore but as you can tell I’m always by your side. I just want you to be safe.” 


His whole world would come crashing down. You were his everything and if there was one thing Jungkook absolutely loved about you it was the way you looked at him. Because of his young age he still had some insecurities and was scared that you’d leave him. But when he saw the way you looked at him he’d always be reassured. Knowing that that would never happen again just made his heart break. Jungkook realized that he had to come up with a way to show you that he wasn’t gonna leave you. So for the next couple of weeks he was practically glued to your side. He’d do everything for you. He’d do your paperwork, help you around and cuddle with you when you felt sad. Jungkook knew that this was obviously harder on you than it was on him so he tried his best to be strong for you and to be a good boyfriend. 

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else Y/N? If you need something just tell me, okay? I’m supposed to take care of you and I will.” 


A/N: First of all, I would like to thank everyone who voted! Steve ended up being the winner, but I promise I’ll write for Billy very soon! Okay this fic took a different turn than I originally imagined. I don’t really know how to feel about this one, the beginning is kind of choppy. But I hope you guys like it!

Summary: Steve breaks up with reader, but little does he know, the reader is about to make is life hell.
Pairing: Reader x Steve Harrington.
Fandom: Stranger Things.
Warnings: Drinking, Angst??, Heartbreak
Word Count: 896.

You’ve been runnin’ round, runnin’ round, runnin’ round throwin’ that dirt all on my name’ Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d call you up You’ve been going round, going round, going round every party in L.A. ‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d be at one, oh

 As I was getting ready for Corrina’s party Steve’s words were on a loop in my head. I just don’t think we should be together anymore. Trust me, it’s not you, it’s me. Now I know what you may be thinking, ‘you just got dumped why are you already going out?’ and I’ll be the first person to tell you that I am in no way shape or form ready to see Steve, but I have to. Let me elaborate; the night he left my house a single man I did cry, I did yell and I did throw things. But it’s what happened later that night that changed my point of view on my situation. That night as I cleared my entire room of anything and everything that reminded me of him, I had the idea to make him regret ever losing me, as I assume every girl that gets dumped does. I dwelled on it for a while as I cleaned. It wasn’t that bad of an idea, but if I was actually going to do this, I needed to plan it precisely. Every outfit, every dance and every word needed to be rehearsed to the point of perfection. I’ll admit, it was going to be a lot of work, I’d have to go to all our old spots, all the parties and act as if it wasn’t killing me inside to see him. If he thought he was going to replace me he has another thing coming–I’m gonna to make his head spin.      

 I know that dress is karma, perfume regret. You got me thinking ‘bout when you were mine. And now I’m all up on ya, what you expect? But you’re not coming home with me tonight. You just want attention, you don’t want my heart. Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new. Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start. You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you

  I walked into Corinna’s house with my head held high. I knew I looked good, I was wearing the dress that Steve got me for our first anniversary. A cute little red number that made my legs look amazing and left very little to the imagination. My eyes scanned the room looking for that familiar mop of brown hair when I noticed it bopping around with Nancy Wheeler. God, I need a drink.

After my 2nd cup I felt a hell of a lot better–I was ready. As I danced my way to the front I caught few eyes one of them being Steve’s. Unbeknownst to be, he slowly made his way over. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing” he said looking me up and down, “Dancing Stevie, it is a party after all” I said with a smirk before grabbing his hand. I heard him mutter a few choice words, but he didn’t resist. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his hands on my waist, it worked. I had one more thing to do before I could leave though. Before he could register what was happening, my lips were on his. “God you’re beautiful” he mumbled as his hands tangled in my hair, I took that as my cue before taking a step back and winking as I walked away—the look on his face was priceless. The walk to my car was cut short when I heard yelling behind me. I recognized that tone of voice—he was pissed. “SO THAT’S IT HUH? YOU WALK IN HERE IN THAT DRESS, YOU KISS ME, THEN YOU JUST PICK UP AND LEAVE LIKE I MEANT NOTHING TO YOU! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME Y/N? ATTENTION? FOR ME TO APOLOGIZE?” he yelled angrily, but he wasn’t done. “Shit, I’m sorry okay? I don’t even know why I ended things. I– I need you now more than ever. I tried to get over you but I cant. You’re my first thought when I wake up and my last memory before I fall asleep. I’m so sorry y/n” I could hear his voice crack as he finished. I slowly turned around and gave him a small smile, “It’s a little too late for that. And those feeling you’re having? Feels like shit doesn’t it Harrington?” Realization hit him hard, and he was at a loss for words. I turned back around and kept walking to my car, the smile never leaving my face.

 What are you doin’ to me, what are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?) What are you doin’ to me, what are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?) What are you doin’ to me, what are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?) What are you doin’ to me, what are you doin’, huh?


@dearnonnatives, I hope it’s okay that I tag you in this? My brother took the worst of it, but he & I were both at Standing Rock

From my brother, recounting the tale of today on the Front Lines of Oceti Sakowin:

One year ago today, while wearing what had become my signature bright orange jacket, I was shot three times. Twice in the back, with my arms up and walking away from the police after they had said -and I was complying, “Viking, get your people off the bridge”, and once in the hand, breaking it.

It was the first time I swore while at Oceti Sakowin. I turned around and yelled at them, “You fucking cowards!”

I was immediately knocked back by a concussion grenade, and then blown to the ground by a concussion grenade detonating ten feet from the right side of my head, and then rendered unconscious by another, which detonated inches from the left side of my head.

I came to, laying in the middle of the Backwater Bridge, got to my feet, and was hit with clouds of tear gas. I then watched, as rounds I had not seen before, flew overhead, with greater range than the previous canisters, split into five or six pieces, and smoked with some sort of tear gas I hadn’t experienced before.

The winds had shifted, and the smoke was blowing back toward me. With my head pounding, and nearly complete loss of hearing on my left side, I inhaled the smoke, had a vasovagal syncope, and dropped to the ground, unconscious.

I regained consciousness to two Iktčé Wičháša brothers hauling me off the bridge, and all I remember them saying is, “Fuck! He’s heavy! You’ve got to walk, Viking! We can’t carry you!”

I told them to shove me over the guard rail onto the grassy shoulder, and they did.

I laid there, head pounding, trying to breathe, hand swelling, and the skin on my back feeling as if it were on fire.

I regained my senses, stood up, jumped over the guard rail, and went back to the line to pull anyone injured back to the medics.

We started that night.

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Okay, let me break something down for you:

Shipping pairings with age gaps is TOTALLY FINE (of course no pedophilia, that’s disgusting and every single one of my followers should unfollow me, if you e.g. like Super Lovers or in any kind or form support pedophilia. Just sayin’)

18 and 25 is TOTALLY OKAY TO SHIP as long as it isn’t presented in an abusive or manipulative way. Yes, I’m looking at you, Voltron Fandom.

Stop throwing insults around, there’s nothing wrong with shipping Sheith, there’s nothing wrong with shipping Klance.



On whether Jack plays our game...

Actually what I just reblogged warrants a bit more to say but I didn’t want to clutter the post.

Yes, we made a great game. Yes, you all would love to see Jack play it. No one wants him to more than we on the team do. Trust me on that, we would love it if he did!

But Jack is Jack and we are us. He’s got 17 million subscribers and he has to consider them when thinking about choosing a game to play. That being said, it might just be too risky to play a fan game now, in the fear that there might be something too intrusive in it (I remember a fan game for a different youtuber being far too intrusive in that youtuber’s personal life and that made everyone uncomfortable). Or perhaps he doesn’t want to showcase a tiny group’s game and leave out the millions who won’t get to have their art shown on the channel because they didn’t go to all the effort of making a game out of it. Who knows his reasons, really? 

That being said, of course The BOSS is safe for the channel. You know that, I know that. But think about Jack here. He doesn’t know that. It’s always a risk playing fan made content. It’s a risk that some people will be upset for not being noticed. A risk that people will get jealous and send us hate for petty reasons, like the Jack face set doesn’t look enough like Jack or our VAs weren’t close enough to the originals. You’ve seen how bad tumblr can get over things like that. A risk that he might unintentionally say something about our game that hurts our feelings. Or that it won’t live up to the hype. There are so many reasons he might have for never getting to our game.

Does that mean we should give up and never ask him about it or make fan art or put new things in the tag? Heavens no! If he wants to get to it, he’ll get to it and with all the stuff he’s got going on, it’s not a bad idea to remind him. But remember that there’s always a chance, a pretty good chance, that he may never get to it and may never tell us why.

I won’t lie to you. That would break my heart a little, never getting to see him play it or never even having a reason he won’t. All the effort we put into it would feel slightly cheapened because it wasn’t able to be shared with as many people as we were hoping. But it’s not the end of the world. We’re not done making games. And one day, one of our games might be big enough to see on the channel. Maybe on that day, he’ll go back to a silly little fan game we made years ago.

Or maybe he won’t. And when it’s all said and done, that’s okay too.

~Mod Katie

anonymous asked:

Hey, Hailey. I'm a big fan of your work, and your art is absolutely beautiful, I think your dubs are perfect. So uh.. I have a thing to ask.. Over the last couple of days I've been realizing alot more that I have anxiety.. I took two tests, both by professionals, and they said I have anxiety. Do you have any advice for this..?

It takes time to cope with it, but it’s okay to take breaks when you feel overwhelmed, it’s okay to step out and breathe. I know it takes patience with yourself and others, but I have faith in you. Listening to relaxing music helps, one that is designed to help relieve stress is Weightless by Marconi Union. I listen to it whenever stress is a bit much.

anonymous asked:

One where Jaz is hurt

hope this is okay :)

Jasmine really should’ve known that taking one step away from where she had been on the stage would result in her getting hurt in the way that it did. She knew that other people were crossing behind her and chaos would happen if she was even a little off, she took a step back regardless.

So when she ended up on the ground holding her wrist from trying to break her fall, she really isn’t all that surprised, but not being surprised doesn’t make the pain go away. She still thought about everything she had done wrong to cause this, barely even registering that Anthony was by her side, holding out his hand so he could look at her wrist.

“Jas, what the hell? Did you brace your fall or something?” He asks, Jasmine sucking in a sharp breath as she nods, trying not to tear up when he presses around her wrist.

“Yes, I panicked! I didn’t even mean to step back that far but I did and so I tried to brace my fall so it wouldn’t be that bad, but now my wrist hurts so bad and if you don’t stop pressing around like that I’m probably going to cry,” Jasmine says, Anthony apologizing quietly as he stops pressing his fingers around her wrist.

Lin walks up to look at the damage, sighing when he notices the bruising along Jasmine’s wrist. “You should probably go get that checked out, make sure you didn’t break it or anything. That bruising doesn’t look great,” He says quietly, Jasmine nodding as she holds out her good hand for Anthony to help her up, cradling her wrist close to her chest to protect it from being touched or bumped into.

Anthony grabs her things and joins her on the way to urgent care, the two of them sitting in the waiting room while they waited for Jasmine to be called back for x-rays. “It better not be broken,” She mumbles, looking over at Anthony. “I don’t want to miss the show because of something stupid I did.”

Anthony smiles, reaching out to hold her good hand. “Don’t worry about that now. You can’t control if it’s broken or not, and if it is we’ll work things out from there. Obviously hopefully it’s not, but if it is it’s not the end of the world,” He says comfortingly, although he isn’t sure that it’s really helping when it comes to this situation.

Jasmine nods, but before she can say anything she’s called back for x-rays, returning to him not long after. She doesn’t think she’s ever been more relieved when she finds out that it’s not broken, but she does need to wear a brace on it when she’s not on stage, meaning she can still do the show through the pain.

As clumsy as Jasmine was, she never thought that something like this would’ve happened to her on the show. She was definitely taking this as a lesson learned and a promise to herself to be more careful on stage and around the people that were also doing their jobs, hoping that she never had something like this happen to her again for a long time.

y42h  asked:

A scenario where Reborn s/o sings "Hit me with your best shot" by Pat Benatar to him

The second he heard the music start his eyes were rolling.  You were not the first person to play this song for him, Colonnello being the main culprit.  “Can I help you?” he asked as you climbed into his lap, forcing him to set his drink down.

You’re a real tough cookie
With a long history
Of breaking little hearts like the one in me

“Who said I break hearts?” he asked with a grin as his hands fond your hips.  “Are you afraid I’m going to break yours?”

You grinned at him but kept on singing.

That’s okay, lets see how you do it
Put up your dukes, let’s get down to it

Hit me with your best shot

Why don’t you hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away

“Are you asking me to shot you?” Reborn asked, continuing to ask questions as you sang, trying to get you to break.  “I’ll have you know, I have very good aim,” he said with a wink as he groped at your ass a little.

You tried to continue singing, but it was clear it wasn’t bothering him in the slightest so you gave up with a huff in his direction.   He didn’t give you the reaction you wanted but you were going to get one out of him anyway.  

Leaning in close, you nipped at his ear before whispering Hit me with your best shot. You felt the shiver go down his spine as his grip tightening on your hips, grinding you against him. 

me, usually: vore memes 

me, once in a blue moon: Society has created this warped idea that to break away from its expectations, you have to defy it in every way and shun what is considered a part of it. But in reality, there’s nothing liberating about lashing out at people who are happy with who they are, and in fact breaking away is starting to become the new standard. The only way to truly break society’s expectations is to simply not care about them, and let people enjoy what they do, as long as it isn’t hurting anybody.

(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.


One Batch, Two Batch… Penny and Dime. I read her that book every night before this shit. I read it every single night, but, see, that was over now because Daddy’s home now. She looked at me and she begged me, Red. She begged. She begged. I said, “No. Daddy’s too tired, see. But I’ll read to you tomorrow night. I’ll read to you tomorrow night, I promise.” Yeah. Never think that… for her there was not gonna be any tomorrow, see. The last time I’d see her, I’d be holding her lifeless body in my arms. Meat was spilling out of her, Red. The place where her face used to be.

It’s scary how you think everything is alright until one day, it’s not. And then you realize that it hasn’t been for a while and you had no clue.
—  And then it’s too late

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