want. now

JOKER fangirl starter pack:

  • red lipstick
  • an insatiable urge to write HA HA HA on other people’s belongings
  • playing cards; it is ideal that you carry them in your purse at all times
  • green temporary hair spray
  • a rubber chicken filled with cement
  • jokes that you don’t realize are inappropriate until after you’ve already told them and everyone else looks uncomfortable; laugh anyway
  • purple clothes
  •  a fondness for women in tight pants 
  • a switchblade; you are welcome to use it as a fashion accessory
  • a whoopie cushion 
  • a photograph of Batman defaced to look like Groucho Marx 
  • a mirror to daily worship your own reflection
  • pie

(requested by @aharleyquinnade)

anonymous asked:

“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” & rosvolio please!

It’s not a road trip. 

Not really. 

Not properly.

 It’s a matter of convenience, both of them heading in the same direction, and her car being in the shop for repairs, and an offer said in that usual half joking manner that always happens to actually be sincere underneath it all.

She’s not sure how she has learned to tell the difference in his tones, or when she had, but she does.

Benvolio’s car is a nice, enough space for her to stretch her legs, to relax into it. More suited for long distance travel than hers is, even if it wasn’t in the shop. 

He’d been finicky earlier about eating in the car mumbling about how it was technically his uncle’s, though she had figured that was just an excuse to get them to pull over, to sit down at a restaurant and pretend to be normal people.

Is that what they are then?

Normal people.

Not two people raised to hate each other, sharing a car out of convenience.

Not two people that almost could have been friends or something more had the world been easier on hem. 

Not two people who lingered a moment too long in a town that didn’t know their names, where they didn’t have to be a Capulet and a Montague. 

She looks over at Benvolio, where he sits in the driver’s seat, hands steady on the wheel. 

Though it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, now in the dark, the street lights illuminating the car every few stretches of road. They’ve exhausted all form of awkward small talk hours ago, the silence stretching on endlessly, only interrupted by the radio. A cheery pop tune turned down just low enough to register, but just loud enough to make the lack of conversation not seem abnormal. 

His eyes don’t move from the road, but after a moment he says, “I can hear you thinking, Capulet.”

“You cannot,” she insists, wrinkling her nose at the name, it’s different from when earlier over dinner he had called her Ros for a second, before awkwardly looking away. She doesn’t focus on that. Cannot focus on what any of that might mean. “Pull over.”

This time he does look at her, eyes flashing away from the road for just a moment. “The next rest stops not for thirty miles, you sure you can handle that?” 

She rolls her eyes at the implication. 

“Let me drive for a while.”

‘I’m fine,” he insists. As she should have expected. 

“You’re not. You’re stubborn and insisting on driving through the night and I’d rather not have my obituary read: Rosaline Capulet dies in tragic car accident because Benvolio Montague is too dense to take a break.”

His laugh is not something she’s heard much, not in the whole ten hours they’ve been trapped in the car together. But she hears it now, spilling into the space between them, and she can’t explain the feeling in her chest that accompanies it. 

“Alright, you’ve made your point.” 

I guess we’re doing this

(These designs are only from eps. 1-4, so I guess I’ll just be changing them as I listen and watching them evolve in real time)

Honest mood: I had a massive crush of Queen of Mars as a kid.
You know, it wasn’t really weird for me (even if i’m born female) but as a kid I decited to not tell anyone about my girl-crushes. Especially because they were always… um… really, really REALLY attractive? And for a lot of ppl “inappropriate for kids”. Such as Queen of Mars or Jessica Rabbit (both of them are still a big argue for me- Idk which one of them is prettier and sexier… Maybe they’re just equal) and that was my kind of perfect girlfriend for kiddo-me.
So I was looking for some nice music to listen while drawing and accidentally I have found this and… oh boy…
I had crush at her, but I remember when I saw this episode, I SAW HER… I was like “Holyfuck. She needs to be mine, she’s perfect, she’s all I need omg”. 
Again, I was a weird kid.
End of my honest mood. It’s 4:30AM I’m going to sleep now. BYE.

@murdermayhemandjack Since I’m not going to like. Reply directly because I want both of these to stick together because this??? Like, guys, right here is why those books are so, so important, especially with Jack and Hector and how they interact with each other.

Like. Again, let me say this with a megaphone. JACK SPARROW AND HECTOR BARBOSSA ARE ACTUALLY FRIENDS

The last time Jack saw Hector, he was being forced onto that rumrunner’s island. The last time he actually physically laid eyes on Hector Barbossa, Hector Barbossa was uncursed, unharmed, and completely fine, outside of the mutiny on Jack part. The times that he and Jack were a (admittedly lopsided) team, Hector would make those comments, things along the lines of just kill them and be done with it or whatever, but they were remarks made in irritation, not in seriousness. When Hector Barbossa, on the deck of the Pearl, looks Jack right in the eyes and says, “Now, see Jack, that’s exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl. People are easier to search when they’re dead.” This was not in irritation. This was in seriousness.

Like, I cannot begin to describe how wrong that must have hit Jack to hear Hector say that without what had always been previously irritation in Hector’s voice. Yeah, it’s been ten years, and yeah, Jack is totally going to kill this bastard as soon as he can, but you know. Here’s a man he thought was his friend once. Here’s a man that, when they met, was literally grieving a pet monkey. Here’s a man that he fell into a quick and easy friendship with over finding a ship full of rogue pirates. And the Hector Barbossa he finds on the Pearl is not that same man.

But you read the books. You watch AWE. And then look at Hector in CotBP. He talks a bit differently. He moves differently. His reactions are always, always slightly…I don’t know. Off. I feel like Jack could see that, that Hector wasn’t reacting the way the Hector he remembered would react to things, so yeah. He did things that would attempt to normalize the situation. Eating the apple was kind of two-fold, imo. It got under Hector’s skin, but it was playful. Which is why I will pound my fist on the table forever and say CotBP Hector is not the real man. You know who the real man is? The actual Hector Barbossa? Remember that guy that told Jack on Black Sands Beach that, “The world used to be a bigger place”? Yeah. Say hi to the actual guy behind the rest of it. Like. Hector was ten years into that curse by the end of CotBP. He was probably hanging on to everything he had left of himself with both hands, and I think Jack knew that. Because Jack knew him too well before everything went sour.