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whosagodnow · 7 months
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“Do you want to dance?”
Damian looked up from his perch on the the building’s ledge at the voice that startled him.
Lazarus eyes and white hair that flickered candle at the tips. He gently swayed in the air to the song the band on the stage set high above the park.
When the family had heard rumors early in October of a city wide haunted party that was to take place on Halloween night, they were all on high alert.
The thought of the dead being brought back and raising hell on the streets constantly on mind and in the possibility of rouges ruining the night close behind.
Until they met Phantom.
“It seems that the party is what one would call a success.”
Danny hummed as he joined the bird on the rooftop,
“Thank the ancients for that. Has there been anything suspicious?”
“Nothing abnormal,”
Damian glanced at his family participating in the crowds. Richard swung from Greyson to Greyson, with each twirl and flip through the air a smile graced his face. The three Greysons once again in the air together.
“though with how badly you intimidated the villains I can not particularly blame them for mostly hiding away.”
Danny snickered as Damian found Jason twirling around one who he could assume to be Catherine Todd looking like a fool.
“Yeah, well, what can I say? Being the King of all afterlife has some perks.”
The young king sighed as another song came to a close,
“But seriously, why aren’t you having fun? We worked out butts off to have tonight go down flawlessly yet you haven’t joined the rest.”
The Drakes were chatting to the side under an elm, the faint glow of the Specters bounced off the old camera around his neck.
Come morning the prints would most likely deteriorate into nothing but blurs but the sentiment was there.
“So,” Danny cocked his head to the side “penny for your thoughts?”
Bruce waltzed with Damian’s grandparents with this adoration in his eyes that made Damian look away, into the eyes of the silent monarch.
“It just felt.. crass for me to join the festivities. I was an assassin, a trained killer once. I have blood on my hands and I did not want to cause a stir.”
“You act as though you are the only person here tonight that has blood on your hands. In your family alone assassin trained in not an minority.”
“Even still, I am not clean, I have killed hundreds and still have troubles holding myself back at times, it could cause unnecessary stress on your subjects,”
Damian sighed,
“before my father’s absence the only death I had encountered were the targets and the people who ‘failed’ in the league for one reason or another. I never had to grieve, and those who I know that perished most likely would not have been allowed in this visit anyways.”
“Even still, there is no reason to mope. You can’t help who you come from little birdy. What matters is that you have came to terms with your past actions are are working hard to make up for them.”
Damian glanced back to the ghost as he felt a cold hand mesh with his.
Surprisingly, he did not seem to mind.
The two sat like that in silence as the gleeful participants continued on unaware.
“You know, for what it’s worth… I have had a blast in Gotham with you these last few weeks. If the high king of the infinite realm can look over your upbringing than I think you might be selling yourself short Robin.
“Damian,”
“Oh?”
“My- my name is Damian.”
The ghost let out in an unnecessary breath before a gentle smile graced his lips,
“Alright Damian, my name is Danny. Would you care for a dance?”
Put your head on my shoulder
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newyorkthegoldenage · 9 months
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On the roof, it's peaceful as can be And there the world below can't bother me
New Yorkers seek out the roof for fresh air (well, air), solitude, and relaxation. This is on Delancey Street in 1950.
Photo: Lou Bernstein via International Center of Photography
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liminalmindcore · 2 months
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0rph3u5 · 2 years
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Right smack dab in the middle of town I've found a paradise that's trouble proof
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christinered · 8 months
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I miss my Pretty Gritty New York City. I liked her dangerous and dirty. I Love New York!
They call me ~Red
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lisamarie-vee · 2 months
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johnschneiderblog · 1 year
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The reluctant chimney sweep
I’ll be the first to admit that the roof of a two-story house is no sensible place for a man of advanced maturity - a man whose chalky bones may not heal in the time he has left on earth, even if he survived the fall.
Let us review the reasons for what some may call madness, but what I call necessity: a) The flue for my wood stove - in constant use for seven months as our main source of heat - must be cleaned once a year to avoid chimney fires and, b) Nobody else will do it.
I just can’t seem to get a professional sweep interested in the job. I don’t know why. For an under-50 non-acrophobic, it wouldn’t tale that great an effort.
(Bottom photo: Sharon stands read to catch me.)
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Laura Nyro :: Up On The Roof
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myimaginaryradio · 6 months
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Up On The Roof - James Taylor - 1979
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thepeelingrenoir · 1 year
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thequietcow · 11 months
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“BoJack, when you get sad, you run straight ahead, and you keep running forward, no matter what... Don't you ever stop running and don't you ever look behind you... All that exists is what's ahead.”
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songspiral · 1 year
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"Up On The Roof" by The Drifters
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newyorkthegoldenage · 2 years
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Catching some sun on the rooftop, Brooklyn, 1946.
Photo: Ed Clark via Life magazine
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tfc2211 · 2 years
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Harry Deal And The Galaxies
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no-barbarians-here · 2 years
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