#arachnxa

I’VE EATEN SALADS FOR LUNCH FOR ¾ DAYS A WEEK, I CAN HAVE A BAG OF CHIPS.

YES YOU FUCKING CAN

YOU HAVE THOSE CHIPS’

For every " ✲ " I get my muse will confess something to yours.

I really just don’t dig the head/eye piece on the costume, Jess.

Miserably, Darcy sniffles, huddling tight into her oversized hoodie.

// i did not expect to get my heart broken. help this is so good as;ldfkj

(( I DON’T KNOW THAT IT’S VERY GOOD

BUT YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN I WAS GOING TO TRY AND RIP UR HEART OUT

Send me “I told you I loved you” for a time my muse told yours they loved them

She can’t remember a time before Helena, atleast not in the grimy, dank, dark city of Gotham. Darcy can’t remember a time where the vigilante’s smile didn’t make her knees weak, can’t recall not ever wanting to wind her fingers into the other’s, doesn’t have a single memory of a time before they learned how to make new shades of lipstick between the soft melding of their lips, the reunion and parting and reunion of lips.

Darcy can’t remember a time when she wasn’t scared at night, trembling alone in bed as Helena darted across moonlight, hotfooting across rooftops and shimmying down fire escapes, fighting super villains and guns.She can’t relive a single moment of their parting, as the sun dies down and leaves that awful city to itself, when Darcy did not grasp Huntress’s gloved hands and murmur, desperately, for Helena to stay safe.

“I love you.”