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🍷  for  a  drunk  text  from  my  muse // Clarky Clark and the Funky Bunch minus the Funky Bunch @trunksandcapes

(✉️ ➡️ boy scout): why is ur underwear on the OUTSIDE CLAKRKRKKKK. i can SEE IT

#ch: clark kent #clark: texts

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✨  for  a  random  text  from  my  muse || @bondadesentida

(✉️ ➡️ UNKNOWN): doordash dude!!! you left my food at the wrong door :((

#ch: cleo cazo #cleo: texts

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send  ✨  for  a  random  text  from  my  muse // @catalystsofchange

(✉️ ➡️ DICK ): i can’t believe NYC ranked your ass above oliver’s. you don’t even live in new york! is it cause your identity is secret? is the allure in the mystery of it all? i know babs thought ur ass was fab but... have you seen oliver queen’s?

#ch: dick grayson #dick: texts #nsfw #ish

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(✉️ ➡️ olivia ): you’re still alive right? you’ve been quiet... and we aren’t the quiet type.

#ch: olivia queen #olivia: texts

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avengerofiron​:

(✉ → scream queen): listen it hit something i don’t know what to tell you […] (✉ → scream queen): oh, jeez (✉ → scream queen): ollie got you sorted with health insurance, or do you want someone to look over it? (✉ → scream queen): i’ve got great experience with gunshot wounds, especially obtained from exes, which is a very specific subsection (✉ → scream queen): oh are you giving me the shovel talk (✉ → scream queen): i’ve been whacked with /so/ many shovels but this one makes me feel warm (✉ → scream queen): i’m not breaking her heart, honestly. pretty sure i’d need one of my own that was non metal to do that (✉ → scream queen): joking.

(✉ → iron shit): oh, i’m sure /something/ was hit. [...] (✉ → iron shit): day in the life when your ex is a former spy ig (✉ → iron shit): i lived. no health insurance needed when your boyfriend can patch you up. (✉ → iron shit): a subsection i’m not surprised we relate on. (✉ → iron shit): being hit with a shovel is not a warm and fuzzy feeling, tony. pain kink much? (✉ → iron shit): even if you don’t have a heart, she does. so handle with care, iron shit. and don’t pretend like that glowing thing in your chest doesn’t feel lighter when she’s around.

#ch: tony stark #tony: texts #nsfw

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Falstaff, an Opera by Giuseppe Verdi

some of dinah and oliver’s meetings through the years

#dinahollie // like a perfect partnership

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How would you describe the perfect day?

"I'd have to say April 25th. Because it's not too hot, not too cold, all you need is a light jacket."

#meme #[ the sarcasm is strong in this one. ]

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How do you take care of your mind and body?

"Hard training and lots of Chinese takeout. Also, a healthy venting session with Babs always helps."

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twentyninetynines​:

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“A good thing,” Miguel echoed, and he wondered if she knew how good it was. He’d spoken with Dinah, vaguely, about the world as it would be, the world he’d been cast away from by his father, the world he’d left behind. He’d spoken vaguely, said things in passing, but he didn’t think he’d ever gone into detail about it before. He didn’t think he’d ever told her exactly what the world would turn into. He wondered if Zee had, or if she’d deducted it on her own, or if she didn’t know at all. He wondered what the best option of the three might be. He hesitated a moment before settling onto the bed, keeping enough distance between them to keep from feeling the heat of her skin or the movements of her breathing. “Less worried about the silk, more worried about the rich boyfriend. Don’t want him getting the wrong idea.” He watched her for a moment, looked for any sign that she might be less okay than she was claiming, but he’d never been a good judge of that sort of thing. She had a bullet hole in her shoulder that hadn’t been there before and an exhaustion clinging to her bones that he didn’t know how to combat. What qualified as okay, all things considered? “In order to get wrinkles, I’d have to live long enough to develop them,” he joked dryly. “Yeah. She didn’t go into much detail, though.”

***

“The rich boyfriend gets green under the collar if anyone even looks at me funny, but I promise I won’t let him shoot you full of arrows,” Dinah teased with a vague roll of her eyes and an attempt to relieve the very palpable tension in the room. She sighed as she tried to get more comfortable on the bed, but Dinah knew the only thing that would make her more comfortable was being carefully curled up next to her boyfriend or knocked out with some powerful drugs -- drugs she wasn’t willing to take. “Too bad you’re required to live forever,” she said just as dryly back. “Yeah... I scared the shit out of her I think.”

#ch: miguel o'hara #miguel: silk sheets #tw injury

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libertycaps​:

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Steve raised an eyebrow as the words trailed out – and he knew he was about to play with fire, but he’d done that more than a few times already without getting burned. “You wouldn’t be implying just because she’s a beautiful woman, any man is automatically more than a friend, right?” Of course, things shifted quickly when she spoke again, when the insinuation of mutual settled. “You and… You were together.” Steve might have been simple, but he wasn’t stupid. He was more perceptive than most people gave him credit for, and he knew there was a special kind of irritation that only came from crossing that line. (He also knew the clenching feeling in his chest wasn’t a new feeling, but definitely one he hadn’t felt in a good seventy-three years.) “Yeah, you look fine,” Steve said, deadpan. “Look, she’s … Shar’s not here. If you want to leave a message, you can, but you might as well ice that while you’re here. Last thing you need is that tension pulling on the wound.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. “I know a thing or two about bullet wounds, that’s all I’m saying.”

***

“That a problem?” she asked, eyebrow arching as he realized that she was one of Sharon’s exes. One of the few that even got to call Sharon girlfriend at one point. She saw the way he was standing and the moment of realization and she thought she caught a hint of a familiar tint of green that Ollie had always cast in Sharon’s direction -- jealousy. “I don’t think my message can be censored enough for your ears,” Dinah said before glancing at her shoulder with a frown. “Fine. I’ll ice it down for a few minutes. Hate to make this whole trip a waste of my time.”

#ch: steve rogers #steve: hooking up

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What are you proud of?

"Not sure proud is the word, but I'm glad I got my shit together and got over my ego long enough to see the good right in front of me. The family right in front of me."

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theacearcher​:

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Dinah had an effect on him, she always had. From the first time they’d met and he wanted to be a hero and not another man in a mask with a vendetta. She had always made him want to be more, better than he was. In this moment, it helped clear his mind, let him see past the blind anger at finding out who pulled the trigger. “Okay?” The word wasn’t laced with anger anymore, but there was obvious bitterness, layered over by pain. Sharon. And maybe that’s why it’d been an easy cleanup job. Maybe if it’d been someone else, this night would be a lot more painful. That didn’t make it okay. “Rash? I just….” His jaw clenched beneath her hand, replaying so many previous encounters between himself and Dinah’s friends. All those years of judgment. All those snide remarks and dirty looks that clearly said they were better in her life than he was. “How? There’s no answer she could give that makes this okay. None.” With that, he busied his hands once more, wrapping everything in place. He was sure it would heal. Faster if she’d rest it, but he knew that would be a losing argument.

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Dinah reached out with her uninjured arm, brushing her hand over the stubble on his jaw before resting on his cheek. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “And you’re right. Maybe this isn’t okay, but I have you and that’s all I need.” Maybe she’d lost more blood than she realized or maybe it was the sudden realization of her own mortality, but Dinah Lance was feeling like a total, utter sap and she didn’t give a damn if he knew it. “Just... stay,” she pleaded. “Green Arrow can take the night off.”

#ch: oliver queen #oliver: stitched together #tw injury

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Black Canary

#muse // hear the black damn canary

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kxtepryde​:

[📱to actual bar lady ] was that a pun? [📱to actual bar lady ] I might forgive you a little if that was a pun

[📱to miss 1800s ]: open to interpretation

#ch: kitty pryde #kitty: texts

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theacearcher​:

[ ✉ → pretty bird]: Should I be banned on the subway or am I safe to be in public spaces? [ ✉ → pretty bird]: Ah, I see, you’re a closet sap. I’ll try to keep the cheesiness down to a mild flavor. [ ✉ → pretty bird]: That sounds great. Know what sounds even better? Less typing. More talking. In person. Or maybe even less talking…

[ ✉ → robin hood💚]: who needs the subway when i have a motorcycle to drive you around on? [ ✉ → robin hood💚]: mild cheddar only. [ ✉ → robin hood💚]: i like the sound of that. and i know a few other sounds i like to hear... leave the door unlocked. i’ll be there in 5. and after, i think it’s time we made a key for me.

#ch: oliver queen #oliver: texts

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twentyninetynines​:

(✉️ ➡️ sober buddy): yeah, i’m like that sometimes (✉️ ➡️ sober buddy): first of all (✉️ ➡️ sober buddy): i don’t have to stick to your fire escape. i can just hang off it. it’s a fire escape (✉️ ➡️ sober buddy): second of all (✉️ ➡️ sober buddy): shut up

(✉️ ➡️ water boy): have you ever heard me shut up???

#ch: miguel o'hara #miguel: texts

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kxtepryde​:

[📱to actual bar lady ] don’t pull the just got shot card! [📱to actual bar lady ] I will! I’ll do it! […]

[…] [📱to actual bar lady ] /ma’am/

[...] [...] [📱to miss 1800s ]: as the kids say... shots fired.

#ch: kitty pryde #kitty: texts