#cranephd

i love the flip phones

tbh ? hes really good too . like i really actually love gothams version of ra’s & since i hate like 99.9999% of everything else gotham does , it says something .

okay same and i mean im only on the last ep of last season but im already so in Love !

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AND he was in GOT before

SLIVERS OF SUNLIGHT SHINE OVER HIS FACE.      the doctor does not like mornings.      but he can tolerate them  ,  particularly the ones where he does not need to work.      he stirs awake slowly  ,  nimble fingers reach to his side and grip EMPTY SHEETS.      where’s she run off to ?      one  ,  two  ,  three hard blinks to adjust his eyes  ,  he pushes himself up onto an elbow.      runs a hand through his hair   /   valiant attempt to smooth the bedhead down. 

HEAVY EYED PSYCHIATRIST WITH BURNT OUT LUNGS.      smoke on his tongue , breathe out a sigh , fill the room the taste.       the study smells of polish and new literature , the books overcrowd your room.       you feel boxed in by your obsessions.

boxed in ; not alone ; crowded.      and yet, you have never feared a crowd.        ( say to me , doctor , what have you left to fear ? )        she is with you.      she surrounds you    —    she is the smoke in your lungs.       the harsh  /  dangerous  /  irresistible smoke in your lungs .       ARE YOU THE SMOKE IN HERS ?

fucK LMAO u look so fierce in the first pic omg

DRABBLE LIST — ACCEPTING

KISS: My character kisses yours, or vise versa.

the arkham galas became MANDATORY the higher up your position was. the staff knew very well just how the warden and the administrators felt about spending their money on something that wasn’t new and improved ways to melt insanity out of the brain. the warden was nowhere to be seen. most likely in his office with a bottle of wine wondering how he could possibly manage to actually enjoy himself. the board members were spread out around the hall, holding conversations with staff they didn’t actually care about, their hearty laughs coming from the stomach booming over the other sounds.

those sort of get-togethers were never anything that interested jonathan, but it was better than being stuck in his office for the night or at home with the dog and the birds. he dug out a suit much dressier than the ones he normally wore. it had clearly been awhile, as he spent twenty minutes picking COBWEBS from the jacket beforehand. the music was fine, with the sounds of romantic waltzes playing over the PA system. the wine was alright, there was room to spend a little more money to get something that tasted less wooden, but it did its job.

the company does not go amiss. jonathan can see katherine across the room, shining shades of silver and gold, brighter than the freshly polished statues in every corner. he was HESITANT at first, asking her to go with him, but she was the best company he could think of. she seems to be enjoying herself, but he can’t tell much from the distance. excusing himself from the conversation he was having with the husband of one of the surgeons, he crosses the room, over to where she stands, proud and tall as always.

he doesn’t NEED to say anything, just sets his hand out, letting her palm rest against his own. he feels like he’s holding his own hand — a feeling he isn’t used to. to his own credit, jonathan had to learn to dance from a young age. so customary and traditional that any son bearing the keeny name wouldn’t have two left feet. he leads a delicate dance, one that feels so natural, keeping to the sound of violins around the room, letting the dance play out slowly.