#tracey towers

[humanoidhistory]

Tracey Towers, Bronx, New York. Designed by Paul Rudolph.

(Library of Congress)

#paul rudolph #tracey towers #new york #bronx #architecture #brutalism #brutalist #nyc #the bronx

[atariforce]

Atari games I didn't have by Tracey Lynn Tobin

#Atari #Atari 2600 #Pac-Man #Activision #Freeway #Ice Hockey #River Raid #CBS Electronics #Wizard of Wor #U.S. Games #Towering Inferno #cartridges #photography #video games #retro gaming #Tracey Lynn Tobin

[lizthewriter]

hii! so first of all, i LOVE your work and your writing style so much. so i was reading your last theo nott drabble and an idea came to my mind: it’s a gryffindor (maybe) party but it’s acc a theme party. the theme is dressing up as another house and reader (not a slytherin) borrows some of the boys’ quidditch clothes (like a bomber jacket or a jersey) and theo/mattheo get super jealous even though reader and him aren’t together. but it’s like he’s been after her for the whole year but she likes to play hard bc he normally doesn’t have to make any effort to have whoever girl he wants at his feet, and she doesn’t want to be just another girl, if you get what i mean? so she just shows up wearing another guys’ name and he goes feral.

A/N I'm so sorry this took me forever to write 😭. I've started college and boy is it overwhelming. Well! Here's part one to your request ehehe *burnt out* I really hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for showing support anon, I really appreciate it! If you guys get this to 1250 notes, I will prioritze part two <3

you make me jealous / theodore nott

PAIRING  Theodore Nott x fem!Reader

SUMMARY  part one in an upcoming series. you and theo have been flirting with each other for months, but neither of you have made a move. you don't want to be just another girl for theo, and theo's to afraid to commit to a relationship with the most amazing girl in the world, afraid that he'll eventually break your heart. you get confronted at a party and an argument ensues.

TAGS  Theodore Nott x reader, mean!theo, jealous!theo, theo is kind of a dick here, sorry babes 🤷‍♀️, mutual pining, parties, underage drinking, ginny is a good bro, ron is a good bro, reader is not gryffindor, angst

"I'm so chill, but you make me jealous," - So it Goes . . . by Taylor Swift

WORD COUNT  1.3K

WRITTEN  2023.09.13

You could feel Theo's eyes burning through your dress as soon as you entered the room, but you were sure to absolutely avoid any eye contact with him. Tonight's mission was simple: break him. You and Theo had an interesting little dynamic, that was for certain. You had spent months flirting with each other - smooth lines that had you blushing, "accidental" caresses that made Theo ache for more of you, almost-kisses that haunted both of your daydreams. Oh yes, the two of you were smitten for one another. There was just one small, tiny little problem. Theodore was spoiled rotten. He was so used to girl's plopping themselves in his lap and vying so desperately for his attention. He was so accustomed to this, in fact, that he went through girls like toilet paper. One week he's chatting up Romilda Vane in the corridors and the next week it's Tracey Davis, and so on and so on. You didn't want to be just another girl, you wanted to make him work for you. Still, that didn't mean you couldn't nudge him in the right direction.

You don't know what miracle Merlin had pulled in the afterlife, but he had somehow lsitened to your prayers and granted you the perfect opportunity to piss off Theo. The Gryffindors were holding a themed party where all the attenders must dress as someone from a different house. You, of course utlizied your connections and talked with your very dear friend Ginny. You had decided to borrow the letterman jacket she had gotten as a member of the Quidditch and, even better, had asked her to act a bit more friendly towards you than usual.

The music in Gryffindor Tower boomed so loudly that you practically feel the beat vibrating in your chest.You descended the stairs, dressed in a tight golden dress with the burgundy jacket swung over your shoulders, the word WEASLEY spelled prominently on the back of it. One arm was intertwined with Ginny's, the other raised so that your hand could fix up your hair. Ginny's arm was wrapped around your waist as she lead you down the stairs, and as soon as her friends looked up, they all let out a roar. Seamus and Ron came over, harking on about some drinking game ans begging the two of you to join. Ron would usually take the piss if he saw someone with Ginny, but you and her had informed him of what was really going on, so he wasn't in a mood at all.

"Come on, Dean's just told us about it, it's called Beer Pong," Seamus told the two of you, leading you to a table with plastic cups aligned in the shape of a triangle at each end. He handed you a ball and explained how it worked. "You and Ginny are on Harry and Ron's team, that's this end of the table, and me, Dean, Lavender, and Parvati are over here. Now, you're gonna throw this ball and try to get it into one of our cups. If the ball lands in the cup, someone from my team has to drink whatever's in thay cup. Whoever has no cups leftover in the end loses, yeah?"

You glanced towards Theo, standing in a dark corner with a few of his Slytherin friends. The drink he held in his hand was hovering near his face, his eyes dark as he watched your every movement, while his friends were having a lively chat. You grinned and turned back to the others, standing right in front of the edge of the table. Ron and Harry started to cheer for you, Ginny ran a hand down your side. You sent a small smile your way before tossing the ball down the tablez landing it right in the first cup. The other team groaned and Seamus downed the alcohol, tossing the cup to the side.

The game went on for quite some time - your team had won, but only just. Ron had drank most of the alcohol and was now flirting very obviously with Hermione, who seemed unsure of whether to continue studying or listen to him. As a new song came on, Ginny pulled on your hand, dragging you to the crowd of the dancing bodies.

"Come on!" She exclaimed over the loud music. "I promise, he'll be mad once he sees us dancing together!" She grabbed your arms and threw them around her neck, her hair swaying as she nodded her head to the beat. You danced with her, your faces so close to one another that you could feel yourselves sharing the hot breath that left your mouths. Ginny glanced at something behind you and said, "He hasn't done anything the entire night, he's just been standing there. I think he needs a little more motivation."

Something mischievous twinkled in Ginny's eyes - you narrowed your own at her. "Just what exactly are you thinking, Ginerva?"

Ginny scoffed, a wide grin forming on her face. "Did you seriously just call me by my full name?"

"As a matter of fact, I did. I don't like that look on your face."

Ginny rested her hands on your waist, swaying her hips in unison with yours, bringing her face close to you. "I promise if you kiss me, he'll do something about it." She rushedly added, "I won't do anything if you don't want to though, it was just an idea."

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating the idea. Ginny wasn't necessarily wrong, it was a pretty good idea and would probably get some sort of rise out of Theo. You glanced back at her with assured eyes, asking, "Is he looking at us now?"

"Yeah, why -"

"Good," you responded, smashing your lips against Ginny's. It didn't feel like anything you've felt with anyone before - no butterflies blossoming in your stomach, no fuzziness growing in your head, just lips against lips. You pulled away suddenly, looking at Ginny with wide eyes. "Sorry!" You exclaimed, now thinking you should have asked her if it was okay before kissing her. But she wasn't looking at you.

You turned to look at what she was smirking at and found Theo marching over to you, drink in his hand discarded. You turned to look back at Ginny, but she had disappeared, leaving you alone to deal with the fallout. When you turned back, he was standing in front of you.

"I know what you're doing," Theo said, his breath erratic and not at all uniform. You smirked up at him, stepping closer so that your head was practically meeting his chest. Your fingers crawled up his arms and you watched his reaction.

"And what exactly am I doing, Theo?" He scoffed and glanced away. He said nothing, causing you to frown. You grabbed his chin with your hand, turning his head so that your eyes met again. "Come on, say it."

"You're trying to make me jealous!" He exclaimed angrily. "Waltzing around on her arm, kissing her, when we both know that you don't even like her like that."

"And why wouldn't I like her, Nott?"

"Because you're supposed to like me!" He huffed, his arms raised like a petulant child. "What, you're going to pretend as though you haven't spend months flirting with me?"

"Are you?" You returned with a raised eyebrow, taking a step forward. "Don't pretend as though you didn't have your tounge down Daphne Greengrass' throat only three days ago!"

"I don't care about her, I care about you!" He shouted back.

"Then prove it! And that's not an invitation for you to kiss me, that's me asking you to show me you really do care about me."

"Fine then! I will!"

Thank you all for reading! Be sure to like, reblog, and comment! I really appreciate it ^^. If you have any requests, by inbox is open but make sure to check the list of characters I write for here. If you want to be tagged in any upcoming fics/headcanons of mine, let me know. If you want to see more from me, go ahead and check out my masterlist here!

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[avalynlestrange]

Opposite

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Reader: she/her pronouns, no house mentioned but are friends with the Slytherin Squad and Hufflepuff Faction <3

Warnings: swearing, mentions of underage drinking, implied sex-no smut. It’s literally a sentence- (Please let me know if I missed any)

Category: Angst, One-Shot, Songfic, ex-boyfriend, on and off relationship, jealousy, no use of y/n

Summary: In which Mattheo has a new girlfriend and she looks nothing like you.

So y'all are in Hogsmeade now? Guess it's public.  You recall what Annlynn looks like and note that she has a face like that other girl you're in love with. The one in that movie you both watched again and again since it was his favourite. You scoff. ‘You knew I would see that. You knew I would notice.’ You think to yourself.

Request: anon requested

Author’s Note: I hope this is to your liking <3

Word Count: <2k

To The Library (Main Masterlist) To The Kitchen (WIPs) To emails i can't send fwd: Anthology To more Mattheo Riddle fics

You are in the astronomy tower for your evening lesson, and you hear giggling next to you.

“Mattheo says I’m his type.”

Your ears prickle at the mention of his name. 

Oh, so you do have a type? And it's not me.

You brush off the memory of the argument you had with Mattheo the previous year when he would rather drink a shot than tell everyone at the party what his type was. That action stung even to the present day. You remember him defending himself saying that everyone knew you were his girlfriend and that he didn’t need to describe you. It still would have been nice to hear.

“He’s been writing to me all summer.” The same voice spills more tea to her friends.

Oh, so you can reply? Just to not me. 

All summer you had hoped that Mattheo would write to you taking back the harsh words exchanged in your heated break-up a few weeks before the holidays. You sent him a postcard from Paris saying you wished he was with you, but you never got a response. You didn’t think anything of it since it was just a postcard, and he never usually replies to them.

Ever since then, the closest you have ever had to talking was during potions where you asked him to pass the jar of bat wings.

That was a week ago.

You now hear the same group of voices ask about you, to which the girl responds, “He says he’s over her and wants something new. He’s so obsessed with my eyes.”

You can’t tell if she’s speaking loudly for your benefit, but you certainly know that she is aware of your vicinity now as Pansy swears at them and throws them the finger. You quickly grab your friend’s arm and gently move her away.

Despite your better judgement, you turn to look at the person speaking about your ex-boyfriend as you stride to the other side of the room.

‘If you wanted those colour eyes. I could have got contacts.’

“Ignore them. You deserve better anyways.” Pansy tries to reassure you. You nod in agreement, but you can’t shake the uneasiness you feel when you look at Mattheo and he’s looking at her.

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“Pass me the butter?” Daphne requests. 

Your head feels faint and wobble the butter dish nearly dropping the lid, and the whole butter itself, into Pansy’s hot chocolate.

“That’s not the dairy I want in my cup.” Pansy jokes. She takes the dish off your hands and passes it over to Daphne.

“You look like a panda. Are you feeling alright?” Tracey asks, taking a bite out of her breakfast. She calls your name when you don’t reply. 

Your eyes give the great hall a once over and notice that the person haunting your nights is not at his usual seat with his friends. 

“He’s on a date in Hogsmeade.” Informed Susan. “I heard Annlynn brag about it last night in the common room.”

You saw Pansy glare at Susan.

“What? Ow! Why did you kick me?” Susan reaches down to rub her hurt shin.

So y'all are in Hogsmeade now? Guess it's public. 

You recall what Annlynn looks like and note that she has a face like that other girl you're in love with. The one in that movie you both watched again and again since it was his favourite. You scoff. ‘You knew I would see that. You knew I would notice.’ You think to yourself.

“Guys it’s fine. His loss and besides she looks nothing like me.” You can't really tell, should you be tryna take it as a compliment? It's kinda feeling like the opposite. You see your friends look at each other and then at you.

“Yes girly! Let’s go shopping and show him what he’s missing!” Pansy hypes you up as she raises her teacup and you all clink.

“Hear hear!”

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Browsing the racks in Galdrags Wizardwear, you have two outfits on hangers in your hands. You head over to the mirror stand by the shop’s main window frame and alternate putting the outfits in front of you. Your eyes look outside, and you catch them holding hands.

With the mirror in front of you, you couldn’t help comparing yourself and the girl he has in his arms.

‘She looks nothing like me. So why do you look so happy?’

Now you think you get the cause of it. He was holding out to find the opposite. From your hair to your eyes to your style. Even when you changed your hair because he said you looked better if you had it styled that way. It’s all the opposite of her.

And you know now, even if you tried to change that somehow, he’d end up with her anyway.

You snap out of your head when Megan scares you from behind. “You’d look cute in either.”

“Get both!” You hear Millicent from the other side of the room.

You smile and it fades when you lock eyes with Mattheo.

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He was with her longer than you thought they would be. It’s been weeks now. Gazing at the ceiling of your four-post bed, many questions swirl around your mind.

When you argue, does she say nothing so you feel good? When you’re at parties, does she step out of the spotlight so you bathe in it?  When you’re alone, does she get up on top of you more than I would? When you capture her in your sketchbook, does she just love the picture 'cause you're painting it?

“Are you coming?” Your dorm mate calls to you.

It’s the first official match of the year. Slytherin vs Gryffindor. Although you protested not attending and insisted you’d rather stay inside your friends won even though it’s a rainy November. 

You grab your umbrella and raincoat and tread your way to the quidditch pitch. The crowd in the stands were wild in anticipation. Susan beckons you to sit with them, and they’re all dressed devoid of house colours. 

The students cheered for every goal scored and every goal saved. You scream and laugh to your heart's content. The feeling is freeing, and the autumn showers subside. Whizzing brooms and bludgers make you forget about the one boy on the team playing that still held your heart.

At least not until the whistle blows and Mattheo flies toward your stand. The beat of your heart pounds fast in your chest. Is he going to whisk you away like that the first time you broke up? Then your heart falls heavy and your lungs dispel all the hope in your body as you watch him take off with her.

Only it wasn’t Annlynn. But they do have the same features. 

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It was a bad idea from the start. Studying with your shared friendship circle. But you had missed him. The only time you ever get to interact with him was in group settings.

He was seated beside you for two hours. You’d ask him what he wrote for certain questions, and he’d reply politely. Like he was talking to a stranger, not an old friend. But you take it. You take whatever communication you could get.

You ask once more for his answer to a defence against the dark arts question however, before he could reply, his chair is pulled back, and a girl sits on his lap.

You look away at the public display of affection they share. The nib of your quill ruined by the pressure you place on it.

“Get a room!” You hear Blaise chuckle. 

You whip your head to see Mattheo standing, his arm wraps around her. “Let’s go Harper.”

“Get it boy!” Blaise winks at him. Mattheo shakes his head laughing.

They’ve all looked nothing like you. So why does he look so happy? He really must have been holding out to find the opposite.

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At the after-party for Slytherin’s win against Ravenclaw, all were present in the great hall. You fill up your cup with whatever fruit blend was in the punch bowl.

“Hey there! Care to Dance?” A quick glance at Mattheo and his date and you take the hand of one Anthony Goldstein.

You danced the night away and had nearly seven cups of the now alcoholic punch bowl, thank you Weasley twins. You tried everything to forget that Mattheo once again was with another girl who doesn’t resemble you. 

Throughout the night your eyes darted to Mattheo and his new girl. The only time their lips were apart was when he would take a swig out of his cup. Every time you saw them, you took a gulp out of yours.

Now, you weren’t drunk per se, but you were feeling a little dizzy after twirling and swaying to the music. You see them walk out of the hall and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

You decide to head outside for some air. You wipe a tear off your face with the back of your hand. 

Whilst opening the courtyard door, you bump into someone. You catch yourself on to the biceps of the person.

“Oh my! You must work out!” The words come out as easily as you sipped the alcohol that caused the bravery.

“Careful darling wouldn’t want your date to think you’re hitting on me.” At the sound of Mattheo’s voice, you curse quietly. You take your heels off and walk away. Footsteps seem to be following you.

“How is Goldstein?” Mattheo asks, pronouncing the name slowly, a hard expression on his face.

You sit on one of the stone arch windows. The cold surface cools you down slightly.

“Oh, he is fine as hell!” You glare at him and with bitterness in your voice you ask, “How is clone number 4?” 

You roll around a gobstone you find on the floor with your foot and kick it a bit too hard toward Mattheo.

“Her name is Maya. Why do you care anyway?” He kicks the stone back to you.

“I care but I don't!” Your volume is lower, your shoulders slouch, and your neck tilts downwards. “Just wondering when… all those times you… you said I'm beautiful. Was I being lied to?”

Looking up at him, you can’t tell if his expression is soft, or it is because your eyes are starting to water. When he says nothing, you carry on.

“She looks nothing like me. Can't really tell should I be tryna take it as a compliment? It's kinda feeling like the opposite.”

He takes a step forward and you hear him whisper your name. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

You laugh scornfully. “Then why are you with her and not back with me?”

Mattheo runs his hands through his hair and holds them in his fists. “Because you were right!”

Your brows furrow. He continues, “Darling, I’m not good enough for you!”

“I have never said that!” 

Flashbacks to your argument run through your mind. It might have slipped out. You can’t remember. It was all a blur. You don’t even recall the reason why you broke up this time. Whatever was said you were sure you never meant it. You never meant to hurt him like this.

“But it’s true! You deserve more than what I can give you. You deserve the world darling.” He takes another step towards you.

You look up and his eyes meet with yours.

“I don’t want the world. I want you.”

That’s all it took for his walls to crash down as his lips crashes yours.

#avalynlestrangewrites #oc by yasmineamaro #based on a sabrina carpenter song #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle angst #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle fic #mattheo riddle fanfic #slytherin #slytherin squad #blaise zabini #daphne greengrass #emails i can't send fwd #emails i can't send #mattheoriddle #mattheo x you #hufflepuff

[lukasnovo]

Blade Runner in the Bronx!⁠ ⁠ Excerpt from Modern New York:⁠ (..)⁠ Harlem River Park Towers (now River Park Residences) stole title of the tallest building in the Bronx from Tracey Towers after only 3 years. They were built on an isolated site in Morris Heights bounded by Harlem River from the west and a train line and the Major Deegan Expressway from the east. Two bridges connected the towers with the rest of the Bronx, but residents didn't necessarily need to leave the area as a school, shops, and community facilities were built on-site.⁠ ⁠ The best way to appreciate the size of the project is to see it from the Harlem River Greenway across the water. The scale is colossal: Two slabs (each a merger of a pair of towers) rise thirty-eight and forty-two stories and contain 1,654 apartments. With so many residents, elevators were a major problem. There are not enough even when they are all in service (which is not often). ⁠ ⁠ The project’s architects, Davis, Brody & Associates, designed oversize square “super bricks” that became their trademark. Thanks to the size, workers could build a larger area of a wall per day than with smaller bricks. The towers would grow wider toward the top, offering great views of the city. The architects had used the same style and materials on Waterside Plaza on East River, which had opened the year before. ⁠

#brutalism #newyork

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

Diamond and Tionda Bradley

The Bradley sisters, 3 year old Diamond and 10 year old Tionda, were last seen at their third story apartment on the morning of July 6, 2001.

Around 6:00 am on July 6, 2001, Tracey Bradley’s boyfriend George came to her apartment to pick her up for work. Before leaving Tracey gave her daughters, Diamond and Tionda, the same instructions she always gave them – don’t go out and do not open the door for anyone.

While at work Tracey called home three times between 8:00 – 9:00 am, but no one answered, which was unusual. Phone records show several calls from other numbers to the apartment also went unanswered that morning, as well as two hang ups.

At 11:30 am Tracey returned home from work and found a note written by Tionda saying she Diamond went out to the store and to the school playground. Neither Diamond or Tionda has been seen since.

Tracey started calling neighbors and family, asking if anyone had seen the girls, and soon she and her extended family began searching the neighborhood and surrounding areas for any signs of the girls.

After hours of searching with no luck, Tracey reported her daughters missing to the Chicago Police Department just before 7:00 pm.

On the morning the girls disappeared, Tionda left a voicemail on her mother’s cell phone at 8:30 am, saying “George” was at the door. In the voicemail, she asks for permission to let him in. Tracey didn’t get this message until after her daughter’s were already gone.

It’s not certain who “George” is. Tracey’s boyfriend at the time (who is also Diamond’s father) is named George, as well as one of their neighbors who was a part time babysitter for them.

The family believes the note left by Tionda is suspicious. According to their aunt it was in Tionda’s handwriting, but the grammar was too perfect for a girl of her age. They believe she was coached into writing the letter. In addition, Tionda would call her mother and ask if she could go out, not leave a note. 

The note is in the sealed possession of the FBI. Many people involved in the case have never seen it, and there is no public record of it’s wording.

On July 7, 2001, receipts show that Tracey’s boyfriend George bought 42 gallon contractor bags as well as gardening gloves and neoprene gloves. When authorities searched his home they found five bags missing from the roll, and the gardening gloves were nowhere to be found.

A neighbor says they saw him burning something in a 55 gallon drum and loading it into the trunk of his car. He denies the burning took place, but FBI reports show evidence of charring on the rafters of his garage.

Authorities also found a blanket that had several of Tionda’s hairs in the trunk of his car. He claims he took Tracey and her daughters to a drive in movie shortly before their disappearance, and made the girls hide in the blanket so he wouldn’t have to pay their admission.

Phone records show he made more than 40 phone calls over a 24 hour period beginning at 4:30 am on July 6, 2001. There are two periods in which he made no calls; between 7:00 – 9:00 am when he dropped Tracey off at work, and from 5:00 – 6:30 pm where his phone pinged off cell towers on the far south side of the city, near the forest and the Little Calumet River.

George denies being involved in the girls’ disappearance. He hired a lawyer after he says he was ganged up on by authorities and the media.

Police have not named any suspects in the case, and say all friends, family, and acquaintances remain persons of interest.

#Diamond and Tionda Bradley #unsolved mysteries #unsolved #cold cases

[ardenpodcast]

ESCAPE FROM WHEYFACE RADIO! AN ARDEN ACTUAL-PLAY MINISERIES COMING DECEMBER 4TH!

When corporate raiders initiate a truly hostile takeover of Wheyface Tower, it's up to Bea Casely, Brenda Bentley, Rosalind Ursula, Julie Capsom, and plucky security guard Janet Dogbury to save the day! Join us, won't you, as we play through the Arden RPG Escape from Wheyface Radio! with cast and friends, in a thrilling four-part miniseries beginning December 4th. Brought to you by Wheyface Industries, which is not currently being taken over. Ignore the men in business suits wielding scimitars and flintlocks. Everything is fine.

Starring: Michelle Agresti, Tracey Sayed, Shannon Estabrook, Lindsay Zana, Emma Sherr-Ziarko, AND ????????

#arden podcast #arden pod #bea casely #brenda bentley #julie capsom #rosalind ursula #actual play podcast #wheyface industries #escape from wheyface radio #trailer #rpg #coming soon

[slytherin-2-mychamber]

One Shot: My Girl

- Draco x Slytherin Reader

- set in 6/7th year? (au no voldy)

- Classic they say they are “just friends” Y/N and Draco, a fight at a party set things into motion. Little bit angsty.

- Warning: swearing, underage drinking

- 1.6K words 🖤

- My Masterlist 🖤

It was a cold Saturday morning at Hogwarts, Y/N was sat on the floor by the fire in the Slytherin common room, sipping a tea and nursing her hangover. The night before there had been a huge party in Ravenclaw Tower, everyone had an amazing time dancing and drinking, however now Y/N was left trying to erase certain cringey moments from her memories like Daphne being sick down herself and Blaise getting a little too friendly on the dance floor meaning Y/N had to shove him off. Suddenly her friend Pansy burst into the room, followed by Tracey and Millicent.

“Y/N! There you are!” Pansy exclaimed, bounding across the room and sitting beside her, “Have you heard what happened last night?”

“No, I’ve hardly spoken to anyone yet this morning, why? what’s happened?” Y/N asked.

“Well apparently last night as the party was dying down Blaise and Draco got into a fight” Pansy began,

“A fight? Over what?” Y/N said.

“You!” Pansy replied.

“Me? What, why would they fight over me?” Y/N asked.

“Oh come on Y/N we all see the way Draco looks at you and the way you act around each other. He clearly likes you, and if I’m not wrong you like him too,” Pansy said.

“No no we’ve been over this before, me and Draco, we are just friends” Y/N insisted.

“Tell her what he said Tracey” Pansy prompted, turning to their friend Tracey who had laid herself out across one of the sofas.

“He said and I quote “she’s my girl Blaise so why don’t you back off and stop talking about her like that” and then they started shouting at each other, something about dancing too close to you, and the next thing we all knew Blaise hit Draco right across the face, busted his lip open!” Tracey explained.

“Does that sound like just friends hey?” Pansy asked, raising her eyebrows at Y/N.

“I - I don’t know, he always calls me that, we are just close” Y/N protested “I - I, I need to go and check Draco is okay” she stuttered, rushing to her feet and heading down the corridor to the dorms.

Y/N arrived abruptly outside Dracos door, she had knocked on his door a hundred times before, for help with work, for a laugh, for access to his secret stash of Honeydukes sweets, but this was the first time she had ever been nervous to knock on his door. She took a deep breath and tapped lightly a few times, after hearing a muffled “Come in” from the other side of the door, Y/N entered Dracos room. She stepped into the centre of the dimly lit room where she could just about make out Dracos figured humped over on his bed,

“Draco..are you okay?” Y/N asked timidly, he slowly turned his face towards her and into the light, revealing his scabbed lip and bruised cheek, “Oh my gosh Draco” Y/N gasped, immediately rushing to sit beside him.

“I’ve had better mornings” he replied with a chuckle, Y/N gently ran her thumb across his cheek stopping just at the corner of his lip as their eyes met.

“What happened? Someone said you had a fight with Blaise?” she questioned.

“Nothing, it was just stupid, he was acting like a prick the whole night and then started saying some shit I didn’t like, so I went to tell him what I thought and he flipped out on me” Draco responded.

“What was he saying that you didn’t like?” she asked cautiously, knowing already that it was her who had been the topic of conversation.

“He was - he was talking about you, talking about how you had been dancing and he felt a vibe or something, then he started saying that he was sure he could get you back to his room because you were clearly such - such a slut” he said uncomfortably.

“Ouch, thats nice of him” Y/N said sarcastically, “Well I think that was maybe his bruised ego talking, because I can assure you there were no vibes on my end, and I made that perfectly clear when I shoved him away from me” she laughed.

“Well I’m glad you are okay about it, just boiled my blood so much when I heard him speaking about you in that way, your my..” he paused for a moment “my friend and I care about you.” he added slightly reluctantly.

“Friend?” Y/N’s heart sank a little, she didn’t know why, but she didn’t want to make things awkward, “Yeh of course, and I appreciate you defending me, but don’t be going getting anymore cuts or bruises for me ok?” she threw him a wink and a gentle kiss on the cheek, before springing herself of his bed.

“Have you had breakfast yet?” Y/N asked, changing the topic as quickly as she could to avoid the word friend again and her thoughts surrounding it.

“No not yet” Draco responded.

“Well come on then” Y/N said, taking Draco’s hand and pulling him from the bed. The pair then linked arms and strolled up to the Great Hall together, ignoring everyone they walked past, including Pansy and the girls, completely lost in their own conversation.

It had been nearly a week since the party and the incident with Draco. Y/N was sat in class staring out the window finding her mind wandering back to Draco, and not for the first time this week. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way she felt when Draco referred to her as his “friend”, and the more she thought about it the more she knew Pansy was right, she did have feelings for him. Either way, they had never had any conversations about being anything more than friends, so Y/N pushed down her feelings and questions and carried on.

“Y/N” Pansy exclaimed, “Class is over! What are you doing?”

“Oh sorry Pans, I didn’t even notice! Was in my own world” Y/N responded gathering her things and following Pansy out the classroom.

“You’ve been in your own world a lot recently! You okay?” she asked.

“Yeh of course I’m fine!” Y/N replied hesitantly.

“Not thinking about a certain blonde haired Slytherin?” Pansy teased.

“No, no of course not!” Y/N said quickly. Pansy rolled her eyes and chuckled in response.

“One day you’ll tell him how you feel” she said as they rounded the corner to the Great Hall, running straight into Theo and Blaise.

“One day you’ll tell who how you feel Y/N?” Theo asked immediately.

“No one, it’s none of your business Nott” Y/N snapped.

“Is it Goyle?” Theo asked, Y/N shook her head.

“Is it Adrian?” he suggested.

“No and no” Y/N replied, “Can I go now?” she said trying to push past them.

“I know!” Blaise exclaimed, with a mischievous look on his face, “Is it me?”.

“Didn’t I make myself clear at the party Blaise? We are just friends” Y/N replied calmly, trying to ignore his smug grin and her own growing frustration.

“What just friends like you and Malfoy?” he teased, “I wouldn’t mind that kind of friendship, I don’t have any friends I sleep with do you Nott?” he joked winking at Theo, the pair burst out laughing, pushing Y/N over the edge.

“You’re disgusting! We are just friends, that’s all we are! Just friends! Whether I like it or not!” she shouted, feeling her eyes beginning to brim with tears Y/N tore off down the corridor. She was running so fast she didn’t notice Draco who had been stood hiding at the end of the corridor, listening to her conversation. Y/N ran out of the castle and down towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest, eventually stopping and leaning against a tree, before her body collapsed into its thick roots and she began to cry. She knew now for sure how she felt about Draco, but even after the fight at the party, he still called her his “friend”, Y/N hated that word, she didn’t want to just be Dracos friend anymore, but she knew the risks if she did tell him and he didn’t feel the same. He was sure to find out soon anyway, she practically just admitted it in front of all her friends. Suddenly her thoughts and tears were interrupted by a soft voice, “Y/N? Are you okay?”.

Y/N looked up to find Draco staring down at her with concern, when he saw her eyes full of tears he immediately threw himself down next to her paying no mind to how dirty his uniform may become.

“What’s wrong?” he asked timidly, cupping Y/N’s face with his hands, beginning to wipe away her tears with his thumb. Y/Ns heart was racing, but she knew she had to say something.

“I - I like you” Y/N blurted out, “as more than just a friend” she added, not even daring to look Draco in the eyes. They sat there for a moment in silence, Y/N began panicking,

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything, my god I’m such a…”

“Y/N!” Draco exclaimed, interrupting her, “I..like you too, a lot, definitely as more than a friend” he chuckled.

“Really?” she asked, slowly looking up to meet Draco’s eyes.

“Really!” he responded, “Your my girl, always have been always will be”.

Butterflies exploded in Y/Ns stomach and her eyes began to trace along his sharp jaw down to his lips. Draco pulled her in lightly, and finally their lips met in a explosive passion, all the tension of the past few weeks melted away and everything finally felt right.

#draco fic #draco fluff #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x you #harry potter #hogwarts #draco angst #draco x slytherin!reader #slytherin #pansy parkinson #draco x y/n #hogwarts imagines #draco imagine #theodore nott #adrian pucey #dracotok #potterhead

[adelaidedrubman]

wip weekend!

i was tagged today by @inafieldofdaisies and over the week by @unholymilf @wrathfulrook @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat to share a wip! fresh tags out to everyone it’s been a minute for and also to @unholymilf @florbelles @henbased @derelictheretic @ishwaris @confidentandgood @a-far-cry-from-my-main @shallow-gravy @corvosattano @voidika @purplehairsecretlair @jackiesarch @nuclearstorms @trench-rot @deputyash @sukoshimikan aaaand open “brain empty” @

wildfire chapter 18 very slowly in the works. an excerpt of “how to win friends and convince people you’re sane” by jestiny rook. warnings for bliss stuff and run on sentences

She would pace the halls, she would passionately implore there was a reason being locked in Jail made people crazy, she would drag her nails along the coarse and chipped surface of concrete and proclaim she was going to start ripping off the wallpaper to free the women trapped beneath it — then she would laugh and lock eyes with Tracey, note aloud that that had been a reference, and she knew it was acrylic paint caked onto concrete, not wallpaper, because she did still have her senses, but there was an important lesson in that story, nonetheless. 

She would wait for Whitehorse to uselessly poke his head around the corner in a poor mimicry of a patrol, listen to him ask in a weak, under his breath grumble why his rookie hadn’t been given whatever sedatives the Marshal had been, hear Tracey answer that she did get sedatives, it was Burke who was coming out sober — and Jestiny would cut in that was all the more evidence she was fine and should get back out there, and she was long past being ‘his rookie’ and he should mind his own business, unless it was to tell Tracey that she should be let back on duty, at which point he would declare it was, in fact, none of his business. 

She would gripe that Burke’s shitty singing was driving her nuts. She would not mention that his off-key humming would occasionally gain a soft accompanying harmony that wasn’t him. She would warn Tracey of the perils of the strange new faces showing up in the crowd of the Jail’s inhabitants. She would not tell her that sometimes the faces would morph into more familiar shapes, people she recognized but who shouldn’t be there, or even alive. She would complain about her poor sleep. She would not mention the things that waited for her when she woke. 

And, on days like today, she would announce that she was getting back in the action whether Tracey liked it or not. Tracey would protest, and Jessie would insist it would be fine, she would at least not go alone, as a compromise, then fish out a radio and stretch the frayed and worn scraps of her memories to weave into a solid enough tapestry by which to divine which allies it would be reasonable enough to call on what terms. She would not mention that in the back of her mind she clung to a wisp of hope that she would find the chance to part from them and return to the site of Joseph Seed’s statue to finally destroy it for good.

She would certainly not tell Tracey that sometimes when she peered out from the watchtower, the right flicker of light and cloud cover would make the towering image of Joseph Seed appear as solid and unblemished as ever. She would not tell her that she remained convinced she hadn’t destroyed it, or at least hadn’t destroyed enough of it — that there must still be too much rubble still clinging to the scaffolding of the structure, like flesh not fully picked from bone, and if she could just blast the last of it away it would destroy the entire mirage, and that she knew Tracey had only tried to convince her otherwise in the first place to spare her feelings about doing such a mediocre job. 

She would not say any of that, because she still had enough of her mind left to know when something sounded crazy.

#something something stylistic days running together whatever #wip

[yourslytherinprincess]

:Rivalry: - Neville Longbottom x Slytherin!Reader

A/N: Was a request. I wish I could remember who requested these.

Summery: You have a crush...on a quiet Gryffindor boy... what could go wrong?

Word Count: 1143

Letting out a sigh, you rested your chin on your fist, as you looked over at the boy across from you, sitting at the Gryffindor table. You hadn’t realized that you were staring until he looked over, his eyes locking with yours. His face turned red from the base of his neck to the top of his ears. You looked away quickly, feeling the heat in your own face as well.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, you stood from your place at the Slytherin table. “I’m going to head to class a little bit early today.” You said to Daphne, who you usually walked to Herbology with, before leaving the Great Hall.

You spent the walk to the Green Houses breathing deeply, trying to compose yourself. Under no circumstances was anyone, including and especially the boy himself, to find out that you had a crush on Neville Longbottom. You’d be the laughingstock of Slytherin, Draco and Pansy would never let you live it down. But there was something about his smile, the way he cared for his friends and occasionally stood up for them, and his obvious love and dedication to Herbology that drew you to him, no matter how hard you tried to make these feelings go away.

It would have been a lot easier to let it all go, if he didn’t act like he liked you. Not that he would ever make a move. Neville was shy and you looked very intimidating, it was rare that anyone outside of your house ever tried to get friendly with you. And on top of all of that, the Slytherin and Gryffindor rivalry. No, there was no way it was going to happen.

And you shouldn’t be thinking about it. Especially when said person, sat next to you.

“Hey.” He said, smiling at you. Taken aback, you whip your head around, looking to see who he could possibly be talking to. “I’m talking to you.” He laughed.

“Oh.” The blush from the Great Hall fills your cheeks again. “Hi.”

“You’re here kind of early, aren’t you? You normally come in with Daphne Greengrass.” He asked, hands playing with a piece of parchment.

Somehow, somewhere you found a bit of nerve and were able to speak. “Yeah, I had to clear my head. Too many thoughts in there.” You smiled at him widely.

 During class, you could see Neville glancing at you on and off during the hour, and occasionally you would wink or smile in return. After the hour was up, Neville gathered up his things, flashing you a quick, though embarrassed smile, and ran off to catch up with his friends.

You hid the smile on your lips when Daphne and Tracey walked over to your table together. “Did you sit with Longbottom?” Tracey asked, her face scrunched up.

“Uh, no. He sat by me.” You replied as the three of you left the Green House, heading now for the Astronomy tower.

“Maybe he likes you.” Daphne threw her head back in a laugh.

“Don’t be silly, Greengrass. No one likes me.” You glared at her. “Beside Theo, but I’d rather not get into that.”

Shaking her head, Tracey looked between you and Daphne. “I don’t know, have you seen the way he looks at you?”

Hiking your bag farther up on your shoulder you sent her a swift, ‘I will hex you’ look. “I’d keep my mouth shut if I was you, Davis. I’d hate to see what would happen if Pansy found out about your little crush on Malfoy.” And you walked ahead, leaving them both far behind you. Normally you weren’t the type to threaten anyone, but Tracey had a problem with keeping her nose in her own business.

But during all of Astronomy you couldn’t seem to think about anything but what Tracey and Daphne had said. When there were only a few minutes until class was over, you got up without saying anything to anyone, leaving early.

Pacing was the only thing that seemed to calm the butterflies in your belly, as you waited, peaking every so often around the corner. When Neville caught your eye, you marched right up to him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt, dragging him behind you into an empty corridor. Pushing him up against the stone wall, you stood directly in front of him, keeping him from going anywhere.

Neville looked down at you, something not quite fearful in his eyes. “Do you like me?” You demanded.

“Uh-”

“Do you? Daphne and Tracey said you look at me funny.” You had let your voice soften, though you still stood intimidatingly close.

He still wasn’t saying anything. “Look, I’ve seen you looking at me, a lot. Like in herbology for example, I caught you, every time. It’s okay if you do, if you hadn’t noticed, I seem to be rather fond of you as well.”

Whatever look had been on his face before, transitioned into a smile. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

You couldn’t help but glare at him. “Well? Do you?”

“I do, a lot actually.” His smile fell, “I didn’t imagine you’d ever find out honestly. Or interrogate me over it.”

As the words came from his mouth, and you realized just how close his mouth was to yours, you had to take a step back. You could feel the tension building between him and yourself, your lips were tingling, begging to be kissed. His smell was intoxicating.

“This can’t happen you know, we can’t make it work, if you’d wanted to try. It couldn’t work.” You said, turning to face your back to him.

“Because I’m in Gryffindor?”

Shrugging, you started to pace again. Why did it have to be so complicated? Why couldn’t it be as simple as you like him and him liking you? Neville was nice, and sweet, and cute, and he caught your wrist, pulling you to look at him. “Would you rather pretend we didn’t have this conversation?”

“Why do you like me?” You blurted out, and immediately you face started to turn pink.

Neville chucked, caught off guard. “Well, you don’t seem to really smile, but whenever you do it lights up your whole face. You’re smart, and you are funny. You can be rather intimidating, but it’s easy enough to look past it. And-”

You cut him off, grabbing at the front of his shirt again, pulling his mouth down to yours.

As many times as you’d imagined kissing him, you’d always expecting his kiss to be something soft. You’d never so happily been proven wrong. Neville’s lips were hard on yours, and you couldn’t help but kiss him hungerly. He slipped his hands down to your waste, wrapping them tightly around you, as you snaked your arms up and around his neck. So, what if everyone found out? What did it matter anyway?  

#Neville x reader #Neville Longbottom x reader #Neville Longbottom imagine #YourSlytherinPrincess #YSP

[nylved]

tracey towers, Caleb, regular+yellow versions

2018

[humanoidhistory]

One of the Tracey Towers in the Bronx, New York, designed by Paul Rudolph.

(Library of Congress)

#new york #bronx #architecture #tower #brutalism #tracey towers

[urrone]

my five star reads

The year is not over yet and I'm kind of determined to make it to 150, but I'm currently sitting on 144 reads for the year. Here's every book I gave five stars to and the format in which I consumed the media, in no particular order:

World War Z by Max Brooks - audio

The Missing Piece Meets the Big O by Shel Silverstein - hardback

The Fellowship of the Ring - audio by motherflippin Andy Serkis

The Two Towers - same

The Return of the King - same

Troubled Waters by Sharon Shinn - hardback

Jeweled Fire by Sharon Shinn - hardback

Unquiet Land by Sharon Shinn - hardback

All Systems Red by Martha Wells - ebook

Becoming by Michelle Obama - audio

11. Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas - paperback 12. How To Be An Antiracist by Ibram X. Kendi - audio 13. The Sum Of Us by Heather McGhee - audio 14. The Prettiest Star by Carter Sickels - audio 15. The Past Is Red by Catherynne Valente - ebook 16. We Are the Light by Matthew Quick - hardback 17. Into the Wild by John Krakauer - audio 18. I'm Still Here by Austin Channing Brown - ebook 19. Noor by Nnedi Okorafor - audio 20. I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy - audio 21. Black Joy by Tracey Michae'l Lewis-Giggetts - hardback 22. Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen - audio by Rosemund Pike 23. Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett - hardback 24. Evil Eye by Madhuri Shekar - audio 25. Pet by Akwaeke Emezi - hardback 26. Too Bright To See by Kyle Lukoff - hardback 27. The Adventure Zone vol 4: The Crystal Kindgom - paperback 28. Killers of the Flower Moon by David Grann - audio 29. Bringing Down the Duke by Evie Dunmore - ebook 30. We Were Dreamers by Simu Liu - audio 31. The Midsummer Bride by Katie Wilde - ebook 32. The City We Became by NK Jemisin - hardback 33. Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer - audio 34. Falling Bodies by Rebecca Roanhorse - audio 35. Network Effect by Martha Wells - kindle 36. Get in Trouble by Kelly Link - audio

#books #more than half of these came from the library #and i went out and bought copies of so many of them #because i'm a book dragon #and i need them #for always

[deedee-sims]

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Such a great idea for a top! I'm obsessed with how good it looks with those boots 💖🐼

Thank you! It looks very cool! 😎

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I love pixel cats 🥺

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Yess! Too bad the cat “shapes” don’t mix, but at least the fur patterns do!

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Wait do you have a mod in your game? That mod where the supernatural genetics are passed down as a toddler or baby? I don't know if i am saying this right.

Yes, that’s Midge’s hereditary supernaturalism mod :)

#allamalana #brwnsimmer #tiyalj #replies

[dhr-ao3]

Convacura

Convacura https://ift.tt/hXqsVuz by charingfae Hermione knew it would never be the same again. She mourned the childlike wonder and sense of belonging she felt for Hogwarts before the war, forever tainted by the cruelty that called this place home. When she glanced at the courtyard, she didn’t see the green of the ivy crawling up the stone pillars. She didn’t smell the petrichor of the grass or the damp, musty smell of the Great Lake. Instead, she saw Acromantulas scurrying up the towers. She heard Voldemort’s high-pitched voice reverberating through the grounds and smelled the blood and decay of both friend and foe, lingering unwantedly. As she surveyed her no-longer-quite-home, all she could think was it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair.   Hermione returns to Hogwarts for her 8th year, where she struggles to heal from the war, fights systemic injustices, and tests her magical prowess. She ends up finding comfort in the one place she'd least expect.   Slow-ish burn. HEA.  Words: 4920, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Tracey Davis (Harry Potter), Neville Longbottom, Minerva McGonagall Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Tracey Davis/Pansy Parkinson Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Forced Cohabitation, Redemption, Competition, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Eventual Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Hermione Granger & Theodore Nott Friendship, Bisexual Theodore Nott, everyone is bi, no beta we die like women, HEA, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Not Epilogue Compliant, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Social Justice, Muggle-born, No Ron Weasley Bashing, Fluff, Light Angst, POV Hermione Granger via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/tRw02Um August 06, 2023 at 04:56PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

[batmanrogues-scenarios]

Thoughts on Batman Arkham Origins

Main Story

Opening is nice

Black Mask before Jason? That's interesting

Killer Croc helping Black Mask was a surprise

I don't think Roman threatening Waylon is good idea

It feels like Roman's normal voice is higher and he tries to make it deeper when intimidating people

Well at least Batman didn't let Croc die

I'm going to add some new characters

Also Bane wasn't originally in Gotham?

Of course, it was Nigma behind the towers, it's funny that Batman guessed his name

Can Batman stop choking people?

Gotta admit Electrocutioner has a style.

Aight nevermind that was hilariously lame lmao

Tracey is kinda cute

Yo Candy 👀

Falcone wanting his son back is somehow heartwarming

Hi Slade, didn't see you since Teen Titans

His fight actually looks interesting, the wacking is kinda funny

Love how confused he is by Batman

Penguin is a sleaz in this version

Anarky is like "We live in society"; nice voice though

No one's believes Roman is dead but its a nice mystery;

Ooh, first time he heard of the Joker

I find it cool that Anarky was impressed Batman saved those places; didn't expect him to be called a kid, how old is he?

The thing is, he is right in what he is saying, but it's the way he wants to solve these problems it the issue

Him wanting Batman to mentor him my heart! Baby, no, please just learn from your mistakes

Batman was right to beat these cops

Hey Barbara! Interestingly, Jim didn't like Batman at the beginning

When it was said there was piece of white clothing I knew it was Roman

Ok didn't expect the guy to force a Roman hand in killing his girlfriend, that was evil

The way that Joker is once again the main villain should be annoying, especially with the premise they set up, but I think they did it in a good way; it's honesty cool since it's the first time Batman had heard of him

The Mad Hatters bunnies ���

The fucking sir bit lol, I would love to annoy him; his reason for controlling people is very interesting

Of course he fucking choked him

Wonderland looks cool

"Drained a bit of that willpower of yours" He just went through a fucking door, calm down

He really traumatized her huh?

The girl is laughing, definitely Joker gas

Wait, that's Joker in costume?! Holy shit he is amazing voice acting

And he just beat the shit out of the Roman!

(Since it was Joker from the beginning I can't use it for characterization? )

Is Shiva with Al Ghoul?

Of course Roman has heart problems because of his anger lol

He looks kinda nice tied up

FOR FUCK SAKE BRUCE STOP BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF LYING MAN

Copperhead scared the shit out of me

Ok that was torture, Batman wanted to torture a guy. BTAS would be so angry at his other self

Wait, is her venom is like a fear toxin?

Alfred's speech was sad.

The guilt goes hard in this

The problem with Deadshot is apparently dude is an imposter? I don't know how to characterize him.

Never mind, he wasn't in the game long enough.

Joker still doing BM impression is hot

Electrocutioner just playing a video game, dude really is asking to die

The guy who voices Joker does an excellent job, why were people complaining about him?

Yep expected it

Firefly looks cool

Bane is badass

Batman was allowed to beat Jokers ass

The Bane pose is seriously iconic

Of course Joker laughs when falling to death

Joker not understanding why Batman saved is very nice

Joker to Blackgate? That's gonna be interesting

Wait it's Harley?! But they meet in Arkham

The imagination is seriously weird but fits

Joker saying Batman changed his life is… interesting

Oh, his Red Hood backstory

Oh it's pretty gay not gonna lie

Wait, she thought he was talking about her while he was talking about Batman lmao

Alfred is trying to be a good father, fuck off Bruce

The Nigmas passwords are amazing

The cop just going 'Yup' kills me

Bane knowing who Batman is a nice twist

I get why Gordon doesn't trust Batman but he is helping with bombs, come on man

Aww they started to like each other

Alfred use the shotgun

I know he won't die because he is in other games but it's sad seeing Bruce actually be desperate

Looks like gloves were a good idea

"Don't drink and drive, you'll kill someone " "Yeah yeah what are you in for?" "Manslaughter " that got a chuckle out of me

He already has Harley around his finger, don't like how they changed how they met but at least her voice isn't so annoying

Why the fuck does Joker wants to die so badly?

"Maybe you shouldn't move?" Shoots them; Good job Jim!

Gordon is a good man

And that's how he earned respect from Jim, good job Bat; also it's nice for him to ask for help where the fuck did go in the future?

I love how Gordon just fucking hits sniper with a bat

It's fun; although Barbara should have looked up to her dad and just have Bat as inspiration for her suit but eh

Are they teasing Suicide Squad?

Initiation DLC

It's nice seeing what League was like and what they teached but it just fighting, boring.

Cold, Cold Heart

Now THIS, this is what I'm talking about

Love the opening, the speech was so fake

Didn't expected Penguin to mix

The fact that Bruce actually has respect for Ferris will make learning the truth pretty fun

The new suit looks goofy

Lmao the callback to future roof dropping with the Diller

The realization in Bat voice when he finds out what happened, perfect

Why did Freeze freeze Nora in her dress? She looks beautiful but it doesn't seem practical

She looks beautiful

Overall

Enjoyed it, might actually be my favorite game (and since I know few plot points from Knight it might stay that way).

#review #arkamverse #batman arkham origins