dr. quinzel, phd.

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 Hmmmmm not exactly inspiring confidence for her lucidity. Was it ethical to kill her? Who knows. Even if the answer was yes she's low on his list of debts to collected. ❝ 「 Maybe. You still have patient doctor confidentiality? 」 ❞ He was not one to pour his open heart to just anyone.

THE PREGAME

i promised myself i'd behave, and then i showed up here.

why does every bad decision start with music this loud?

don't babysit me, just refill my cup.

someone hid the water on purpose, i swear.

if this ends with pizza, it was worth it.

i'm already texting people i shouldn't.

this feels like the calm before something stupid.

i didn't dress like this to sit down.

we're definitely not remembering everything tomorrow.

hand me that bottle like you mean it.

who invited you, and why are you already this drunk?

if i take one more shot, it's your fault.

don't tell me to pace myself, tell me to hydrate later.

is this vodka, or did someone lie to me aggressively?

i have not eaten, and i regret nothing.

let's not even go out.. let's stay in and have our own party!

why is the music already this loud?

we're starting strong tonight, huh.

you're smiling like you're about to make bad choices.

i said one drink, and now i'm holding four.

if i die tonight, delete my texts.

who's house is this again?

i swear i was sober five minutes ago.

don't look at me like that unless you're pouring another shot.

this is either going to be legendary or embarrassing.

i already lost my dignity, so cheers.

ON THE DANCE FLOOR

you keep pulling me back every time i drift away.

if you pull me any closer, i'm not pretending to resist.

keep your hands there. i dare you.

you feel really good this close.

if the lights were on, this would be dangerous.

you move like you know exactly what you're doing.

you keep brushing against me on purpose, don't lie.

this song is doing us no favors.

if you keep staring, i'm going to do something about it.

you're making it hard to pretend we're just friends.

i can't tell if we're dancing or negotiating.

why are you looking at my mouth like that?

you always dance like you're trying to start trouble.

dance with me or move, you're blocking my view.

tell me this isn't flirting. i dare you.

you're way too confident for someone this close to me.

stop grinding on me like that if you're not serious.

i can feel your heartbeat through your chest.

your hands are saying things your mouth won't.

you move like you want to be noticed.

if i turn around, you better not stop.

you're sweating, and somehow it's hot.

don't pretend you didn't come over here for me.

DRUNK CONFESSIONS AND MESSY, JEALOUS ENERGY

i don't usually trust people this fast.

you didn't deny it, that's interesting.

i don't like watching you smile at them.

you know exactly what you're doing to me.

i tried not to care, and failed.

don't test how patient i am tonight.

you came back, so don't play dumb.

i saw the way they touched you.

you don't get this reaction from everyone.

i hate how much i notice.

you belong right here, not over there.

you feel familiar in a way that scares me.

i don't hate this version of myself with you.

i was hoping you'd talk to me tonight.

you make me forget why i'm guarded.

i'm bad at this, so be patient.

i don't open up, and yet here i am.

you make the noise in my head quieter.

i didn't expect you to matter this much.

i'm saying too much, but i don't want to stop.

who was that you were dancing with?

you didn't look at them the way you look at me.

don't pretend you didn't notice me watching.

are you trying to make me jealous, or is it natural?

i don't like sharing your attention.

you disappeared, and i didn't like it.

you're mine tonight, right?

don't flirt with them in front of me.

i know i don't get to say that, but still.

you came back to me for a reason.

i've wanted to kiss you since the first drink.

i don't say this sober, but you make me nervous.

i think about you more than i should.

i'm not usually this honest, so don't make it weird.

i kind of want you to ruin my night.

you're my favorite bad idea.

i tell myself not to want you, and then i drink.

you're the reason i showed up tonight.

i don't trust myself around you when i'm drunk.

if i say something stupid, blame the alcohol.

i think you know exactly how hot you are.

i'd choose you over everyone in this room.

i'm way too drunk to lie to you.

i don't want to go home alone.

PURE FLIRTATIOUS/SUGGESTIVE/DIRTY TALK

you're testing me on purpose, admit it.

that look should come with a warning.

don't act shy now, it doesn't suit you.

if i lean in, it's mutual.

you're way too calm for someone stirring this much trouble.

tell me to stop, or don't.

you always push just enough.

i like how bold you get after a few drinks.

i want you focused on me.

you're all i can think about right now.

if i start something, i won't half-ass it.

you look like you want to be handled.

i don't need subtle from you tonight.

you're making promises without saying a word.

i'm losing patience, fair warning.

you're not being gentle with my self-control.

i want your attention, fully.

keep looking at me like that.

are you always this tempting, or am i just drunk?

you're looking at me like you want something.

if you keep leaning in, i'm kissing you.

don't tease me unless you plan to follow through.

you smell really good, and it's distracting.

i'm trying to behave, but you're not helping.

that smile should be illegal.

tell me what you're thinking. i know it's dirty.

you're playing innocent badly.

if we leave together, no one would be surprised.

you keep touching me like it's an accident.

i'm not stopping you.

say my name again like that.

you look even better up close.

i want you somewhere quieter.

i've been imagining this all night.

you're driving me insane.

i don't care who sees us.

you feel way too good for a public place.

keep your voice down, or don't..

i'm losing my self-control with every drink.

you're going to be the reason i make a scene.

touch me again and see what happens.

i want your mouth on me, now.

you're trouble, and i'm leaning in.

i'm done pretending i don't want you.

if you pull me away, i won't fight it.

i want to go somewhere we can be louder.

THE SMOKING-AREA SECTION

this feels like a secret we're keeping together..

you look good when you're plotting something.

i like this side of you, a little reckless.

don't pretend the tension isn't real.

you're leaning closer every sentence.

i could stay out here with you all night.

the air feels charged, doesn't it?

you always corner me when you want something.

this is getting harder to ignore.

say it. whatever you're thinking.

why is it always hotter out here?

you followed me outside on purpose.

this is where the real conversations happen.

you look dangerous under this light.

don't stand that close unless you mean it.

i like you better away from the crowd.

you always flirt harder when no one's watching.

you're making it hard to focus on anything else.

if i kiss you right now, would you stop me?

this night just got interesting.

you taste like alcohol and bad ideas.

stay out here with me a minute longer.

you're trouble in a very specific way.

i could drag you back inside, or somewhere else.

don't look at me like that unless you're ready.

THE END OF THE NIGHT

i don't think i'm sober enough to say goodbye.

you coming with me, or am i begging?

i don't want this night to end yet.

my place is closer than yours.

let's not think about tomorrow.

i'll regret this, but i'll regret not doing it more.

stay. please.

i don't want to overthink this.

you're already halfway convinced.

nah, you know we can't do this..

we can deal with consequences later.

this feels like a yes waiting to happen.

i don't want to say goodnight yet.

stay close, just like this.

i'll walk you, or you can come with me.

this night doesn't feel finished.

i want more time with you.

let's not make this complicated.

you're already halfway in my arms.

we can pretend this was planned.

i don't trust myself to sleep alone.

if you leave now, i'll be mad at you forever.

i like you like this. honest and reckless.

come home with me.

i don't need another drink. i need you.

this feels like the start of something messy.

THE MORNING AFTER

tell me we didn't imagine that.

my head hurts, but i'm smiling.

so.. last night happened, right?

i regret nothing except the tequila.

we should probably talk about that.

how'd you even get me home?

about last night..

my phone is judging me, but i'm not.

i woke up smiling and annoyed about it.

please tell me you're not ghosting me.

we need coffee and a conversation.

i'm embarrassed, but also curious.

are we talking about this?

hey, thanks for taking care of me last night.

did i leave my underwear at your place?

i keep replaying last night.

whatever happened last night should've never happened.

that wasn't nothing, right?

i hope you got home safe.

COSTUME DESIGN IN TV & FILM HARLEY QUINN

SUICIDE SQUAD (2016) costume design by Kate Hawley

BIRDS OF PREY (2020) costume design by Erin Benach & Helen Huang

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 ❝ 「 You're giving me a HEADACHE. 」 ❞ He doesn't know how she knew he was POUTING under his mask but he stops immediately. Instead grumbling through his teeth at her. He's still unsure of her. Were they both victims of the same monster, or was she also guilty and needing to pay a debt to him?

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐚  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (pt. 3)

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

i  heard  you  call  me  “boring  barbie”  when  the  coke’s  got  you  brave.

you  high-fived  my  ex  and  then  said  you  were  glad  he  ghosted  me.

you  even  wrote  me  a  song  saying  it  makes  you  sick  to  see  my  face.

some  people  might  be  offended.

but  it’s  actually  sweet.

all  the  time  you’ve  spent  on  me.

it’s  honestly  wild,  all  the  effort  you’ve  put  in.

it’s  actually  romantic.

i  really  gotta  hand  it  to  you.

no  man  has  ever  loved  me  like  you  do.

i  hadn’t  thought  of  you  in  a  long  time,  but  you  keep  sending  me  funny  valentines.

i  know  you  think  it  comes  off  vicious,  but  it’s  precious.

like  a  toy  chihuahua  barking  at  me  from  a  tiny  purse.

that’s  how  much  it  hurts.

how  many  times  has  your  boyfriend  said,  “why  are  we  always  talking  about  her?”

you  think  i’m  tacky,  baby.

stop  talking  dirty  to  me.

it  sounded  nasty,  but  it  feels  like  you’re  flirting  with  me.

i  mind  my  business,  god’s  my  witness  that  i  don’t  provoke  it.

it’s  kind  of  making  me  wet.

it’s  honestly  lovely,  all  the  effort  you’ve  put  in.

𝐰𝐢$𝐡  𝐥𝐢$𝐭

they  want  that  yacht  life,  under  chopper  blades.

they  want  bright  lights,  balenciaga  shades,  and  a  fat  ass  with  a  baby  face.

they  want  it  all.

they  want  that  complex  female  character,  the  critical  smash,  a  palme  d’or,  and  an  oscar  on  their  bathroom  floor.

they  should  have  what  they  want.

they  deserve  what  they  want.

i  hope  they  get  what  they  want.

but  i  just  want  you.

have  a  couple  kids,  the  whole  block  looking  like  you.

we  tell  the  world  to  leave  us  the  fuck  alone,  and  they  do.

i’m  dreaming  about  a  driveway  with  a  basketball  hoop.

boss  up,  settle  down.

i’ve  got  a  wish  list.

but  really,  i  just  want  you.

they  want  that  freedom,  living  off  the  grid.

they  want  three  dogs  they  call  their  kids,  good  surf,  no  hypocrites.

they  want  a  contract  with  real  madrid,  a  spring  break  that  was  lit,  and  a  video  that  somehow  got  taken  off  the  internet.

i  made  wishes  on  all  the  stars.

please  god,  bring  me  a  best  friend  who  i  think  is  hot.

i  thought  i  had  it  right  once,  twice,  but  i  did  not.

you  caught  me  off  guard.

i  hope  i  get  what  i  want,  because  i  know  what  i  want.

𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

daisy’s  bare  naked,  i  was  distraught.

he  loves  me  not.

penny’s  unlucky

i  took  him  back,  then  stepped  on  a  crack.

the  black  cat  laughed.

i’ll  admit  i’ve  been  a  little  superstitious.

fingers  crossed  until  you  put  your  hand  on  mine.

seems  to  be  that  you  and  me,  we  make  our  own  luck.

a  bad  sign  is  all  good.

i  don’t  have  to  knock  on  wood.

all  of  that  bitching,  wishing  on  a  falling  star,  never  did  me  any  good.

it’s  you  and  me  forever  dancing  in  the  dark.

all  over  me,  it’s  understood.

forgive  me,  it  sounds  cocky.

he  ah-matized  me  and  opened  my  eyes.

redwood  tree,  it  ain’t  hard  to  see.

his  love  was  the  key  that  opened  my  thighs.

i  don’t  need  to  catch  the  bouquet  to  know  a  hard  rock  is  on  the  way.

the  curse  on  me  was  broken  by  your  magic  wand.