"You remind me of her. Something about the eyes...You should be careful, Detective. I read her, I saw her deeds, and there was no guilt in her: only hunger. That makes her formidable."
Ma’am. You gave your son a bowl cut. A BOWL CUT! Did you have no hairdressers in the league?? Like at all?? Who the fuck styles Ra’s goatee get them in there.
Now I just imagine her leaving him with someone for a haircut and low key crying when she came back to that.
Ok, here's the playlist. It's not organized so all the genres are mixed together. Instrumental, rock, indie, pop, rap, lo-fi beats, traditional, modern, there's even one metal song (with a female vocalist!). Most of them are covers of folk songs but some are completely original. Enjoy <3
I’m choosing to believe that the post is real because oh my GOD to hard launch your relationship by posting marriage pics ON April Fool’s Day? Iconic shit and Shayne and Courtney are iconic people
ok wait but can you imagine the ambulance ride? can you imagine hen and chim working almost frantically on buck and everything is so loud and so fast— the sirens, the machine with buck's heartbeat, hen and chimney's orders overlapping, bobby asking for updates over the radio. everything is just so chaotic and so much.
and eddie— eddie is sitting on a corner as to not disturb the people who are actually helping. he should be one of them, his hands are meant to help and to heal.
but he can't. not when his throat feels raw from him sceaming buck's name and from the cold rain. not when his bones ache and his eyes burn with unshed tears.
not when his fingers are barely tracing the scars from being struck by lightning that are now adorning buck's shoulder and half his chest.
not when he can't stop staring and he can't—
he can't move. he can't breath.
not when buck is unconscious and unresponsive and god, those marks.
they look so angry and red and logically, he knows they will fade. but he can't—
buck, his buck is laying on that stretcher and he's fighting for his life because eddie wasn't fast enough. because eddie couldn't save him. because the damn universe keeps screaming, and keeps adding trauma after trauma to their long list of pain and suffering.
buck— the love of eddie's goddamn life is lying there, motionless and scarred and eddie...
eddie can't help him.
his fingers ghost over the lightning pattern and he prays. he begs the universe or god or whoever is listening— he pleads for buck to be okay.