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lstnrr · 1 year
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(via "The New Black West" by Photographer Gabriela Hasbun)
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jimflanigan · 1 year
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Happy Drinksgiving!
I like to think that it was my generation which popularized the Drinksgiving holiday on Thanksgiving Eve. But that was before there was even a name given to it. It wasn’t Drinksgiving to us. It wasn’t even known to us back then as Black Wednesday or Blackout Wednesday, names which seem to have recently given way to Drinksgiving. We didn’t have any fancy-schmancy moniker for the night. It was…
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atevegter · 5 months
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3110 Black Wednesday
Het is een mooie, rustige dag en hij begint zoals zoveel dagen bij ons beginnen: ik schrijf mijn stukje en Lief is naar de sportschool. Daarna gaan we douchen en aankleden en dan komt het hoogtepunt van de dag. We lopen naar Gebouw Samuel en brengen onze stem uit. We stemmen op een partij waar van we hopen dat hij weer wat meer rechtvaardigheid en liefde in de samenleving zal brengen, na alle…
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arabellas · 1 year
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WEDNESDAY ADDAMS + Outfits Wednesday (2022)
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miss-wednesday-art · 7 months
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such is the nature of evil, in time all foul things come forth 🍃
[my insta]
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crimsonsorceresss · 9 months
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Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.
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dylan-hart · 1 year
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wednesday is so fucking whipped for enid it’s hilarious. it’s a known fact that wednesday doesn’t listen to anybody. BUT the MOMENT enid tells her to do something, she goes and does it.
enid tells wednesday to go apologize to thing? wednesday instantly walks off and does exactly that.
enid doesn’t like wednesday’s crime board? fine, she’ll move it to eugene’s bee shed.
enid wants wednesday to wear the snood? alright, she’ll wear it to a murder investigation…or a funeral all because she doesn’t want to hurt her sunshine gf’s feelings.
wednesday addams is whipped and the possibility of her ever interacting with another character like she does enid is zero to none.
case closed.
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nortedwayfinder · 3 months
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Sonic Fashion February - Blacksmith
He loves his craft. @sonicfashionfebruary
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kulai · 6 months
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being utterly self-indulgent AGAIN
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why-i-love-comics · 6 months
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Birds of Prey #3 - "Megadeath III" (2023)
written by Kelly Thompson art by Leonardo Romero & Jordie Bellaire
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clockwayswrites · 7 months
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Black Smoke Custody: Watchtower drop in
WC: 504 Masterpost
Cleaned up an old, undone part of BSC for WIP Wednesday~ who knows if this will actually make it into the story, whenever I get around to it!
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Batman was mid sentence when Constantine jerked back from the meeting table. The base of the chair screeched against the floor as John pushed himself out of it.
"Constantine?" Batman asked; an order for information.
Constantine spun to look at him, blinking rapidly. Black smoke started to pour from the bottom of his trench coat. “Well, this is going to be a right mare.
He collapsed to his knees with a shout of pain. His fingers scrambled at the smooth floor. His back arched. Then as suddenly as it came, all the tension bled away. He slumped wearily onto his elbows.
Flash darted close only to stop himself short, hovering nervously around the Hellblazer. “Um, John?”
“Constantine,” Batman ordered again.
John ignored them both in favor of peeling back the lapel of his trench coat to peer at the smoke pooling there.
“What happened, kid?” His voice was gentle in a way that froze the rest of the founders, gentle in a way that they hadn’t heard from him before. It was still Constantine, still gruff and with that smoker’s rasp so it was unlikely they had to worry about a possession, but the tone was unmistakably softened.
The swirling black shifted, suddenly. John landed back on his ass as it curled around his torso tightly.
Constantine’s hand hovered just over the bulk of the smoke. “Okay, kid, you’re coming undone here. Can you pull yourself together a little?”
Slowly under Constantine’s gentle encouragement, the smoke condensed and started to solidify into a head with a unruly tuft of smoky black hair pressed tight into Constantine’s shoulder. Thin arms were wrapped around John’s waist. It was just as Constantine had addressed the being: a kid.
Wonder Woman lowered her blade.
“They found me!” The kid’s voice was filled with the static of a thousand overlapping voices at once. Superman flinched back at the sound, but Constantine didn’t even falter in the hand that was rubbing circles on the kid’s back. “They found me and I needed to—”
"Shit, fuck. It's okay. I've got you. You're safe. Nothing is going to get up here."
The kid froze— or froze as much as a being’s who’s form was made of soot and smoke was able to. “Up here?” They pulled their face away from Constantine’s shoulder just enough to glance around the room with startling bright green eyes. “Oh shit, this is the Watchtower! You’re in your meeting. I forgot, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come up here!”
The kid started to practically disintegrate as they spoke. Their legs became see through and whole chunks of their arms were flaking away.
“Kid, Danny, don’t fade on me,” John urged. “It’s fine. It’s okay. I’m glad you came to me. You’re safer up here than anywhere. I’m sure that Bats will understand he can’t send you back when you’re in danger.”
As he said this, Constantine looked at Batman. His stare was burning— promising hell if Batman refused.
“Why don’t we get you settled,” Batman rumbled.
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nerdreamer · 1 year
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 8 months
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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔄𝔡𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔰 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 (յգգյ) 𝔡𝔦𝔯. 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔡
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jen-iii · 1 year
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They’re on a date
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f4nd0mlife · 2 months
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Black Widow in Women of Marvel (2024-) #1
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melrodrigo · 3 months
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Pain Relief - Mabel
Mabel Black Label x Reader
Summary: Mabel gets back from an intense day at work, and seeks comfort from her girlfriend.
Word Count: 800+
A/N: I’m back babies
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Look, dating someone in the Boston crime gang was never on your bucket list. Sure, you’ve read your fair share of enemies to lovers mafia fan fiction, but you’d never expect it to actually happen.
You were always a good kid, steered away from drugs and sketchy stoners. But Mabel, Mabel.
She was the most beautiful girl you’d ever laid eyes on. Tan skin and messy hair, it was never an option not to fall in love with her.
But in your defense, Mabel was nothing like the rest of them. She was kind, the most thoughtful soul you know, and inspiring in all aspects of her life.
She was put in a tricky situation since childhood, but she always made the most out of it and always strived to get out.
You knew she could be cold. Some of her friends referred to her as “Mabel Black Label”, but her cut-throat personality disappeared whenever she was with you. It was like she turned into this nicer, more exciting, wondrous person. Or at least, that’s how she felt.
So, when she didn’t come to see you as she’d promised, you knew something was wrong.
She had mentioned earlier that she was doing a big deal that night, and that she was going to come get you for your date right after.
By the time she called you, a little after midnight that exact night, you’d practically jumped up at the sight of her name across your phone.
Anxiety stirred deep within you.
You bit your nail as you answered the phone.
“Hey babe…” Her voice exhaled, shaky like she’d just run a mile and immediately called you.
“Baby? Where have you been? Are you alright?” You breathed, question after question tumbling out before she even had the chance to answer.
“Don’t be mad…I’m at your house now.” She says, slurring her words slightly.
You’re up and striding toward your door before she can even finish her sentence, heart racing a hundred miles a minute.
“Why would I be mad? God, Mabel, I swear you had me-“ You stop abruptly, taking in the sight before you.
She’s standing somewhat bashfully, rocking on her heels, the right side of her face facing away from you. You furrow your eyebrows, sensing immediately that something’s terribly wrong.
You reach out to tilt her face so you can see all of it, and your mouth falls open at the sight. Her face is beaten. Spilt lip and everything, the bruises that look like they’ve just been formed are already turning a different color. You grab her by the wrist and immediately drag her into your home. Your annoyance disappears instantaneously as you take her in again.
It’s so purple, you can’t help but reach out to graze your fingertips against it as she winces quietly.
“Oh, baby.” You sigh, hooking a finger under her chin so she looks into your eyes. She can’t meet your gaze, eyes flitting between your couch and the lamp, things she suddenly finds very interesting.
You get up and feel her hold on your wrist tighten, signaling to not go. You reassure her you’re only going to get the first aid kit, and you’ll be back in a minute.
Mabel begrudgingly lets you go, looking so small and fragile sitting there.
“Look at me.” You tell her, sternly, when you get back. You take the cotton bud and apply some alcohol, gently dabbing it against a cut on her lip.
She hisses, unable to keep the pain at bay. You tut, telling her you’re almost done. You know she needs some tough love in moments like these- she was never the best at receiving affirmations.
“Whatever happened…” You start, biting your lip, trying to grasp the right words. Mabel looks at you intently.
“I’m sure you did your best. And it definitely wasn’t your fault.” You know the way she works, better than you know yourself, and she blames herself for this. If anything didn’t go her way, she’d always get like this. You’s always loved the perfectionist type, after all.
Mabel opens her mouth to speak for the first time in what feels like eternities.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t- couldn’t get here on time for the date.” She blubbers, tears spilling out of her eyes.
You hold her for a while before you chuckle lightly, and watch as she looks up in surprise, eyebrows raised.
“I could care less about our date. What I care about is that you’re alive.” You tell her, cupping the side of her face that isn’t bruised. Your other hand pressed against her chest, right where her heart is.
Her eyes soften, turning into those big brown puppy-like eyes you love so much. And you can feel it before she says it.
“I love you.” She says as she takes your lips in a fierce kiss, surprising but not at all unwelcome. You happily lean in, kissing her like she might disappear tomorrow.
You lose yourself in the moment, push against her a little too hard, and she winces.
“Shit, sorry.” You mumble sheepishly. She pecks you on the lips again before whispering huskily.
“You know…I heard kisses help with pain. I think you should help me out over here.” She points to her split lip, eyes suddenly twinkling.
The twinkle in your eye doesn’t fail to match hers.
“I suppose I could help out someone unwell…it’s the right thing to do anyway.” You say with a little nod, though neither of you is listening to what you’re saying at this point.
“Right.” She grins, grabbing you by the nape of your neck and into her arms.
Even like this, bruised and bloody, you’re proud to say, that Mabel Black Label, your girlfriend, never fails to charm the pants off of you.
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