#damagedsmile

                    ❛   do   ya   fuckin’   MIND   ?   ?   ?     i’m   tryin’   tah   make   a   bomb   here .   ❜    clearly   ,   vanya   is   not   the   biggest   fan   of   being   interrupted   whilst   doing   something   that   she   deems   important    ―    no   matter   who’s   doing   the   interrupting   ,    ❛   this   better   be   fuckin’   good   ...   ❜

VIT LIFTS HIS GAZE AT THAT FAMILIAR SOUND, his scrunched up expression shifting to one of utter disbelief at the sight just a few feet away from him. He couldn’t mistake that voice, not at all. His heart hammers a little in his chest as a rush of memories do a fly-by in his head — all pointing to one thing and nothing more as far as he was concerned.

He never forgot Joker and he never mended the emotional wound that had been plaguing him all these years, having lost track of him after a job gone wrong the last time they had been around one another. Vit was doing much better for himself now, but he still struggled with addictions that came and went no matter how hard he tried to stop.

Send ‘surprise’ for my muse to find yours naked in their bed when they come home. (or send ‘reverse surprise’ for it to be switched around)

The lights were switched on and he blinked away the minor irritation from waiting in the dark to offer a welcoming smirk. He lay on his back, arms crossed behind his head, the sheets artfully arranged to show off his naked torso (yes, he had thought about this "come hither" pose). His pallid skin almost glowed against the black smears of ink that made up his tattoos.

"I know whatcher thinkin' an' I'mma reassure ya," he announced boldly. An arm stretched out, revealing a fistful of condoms. "I'm a 100% responsible lover."

Did he seriously think this was going to work? No, not really, but it was a great, no-nonsense opening to a dialogue about what Gabriella wanted. Gotta give him points for that.

Gabriella let out a little startled yelp when she turned on the lights and was suddenly found herself near-blinded with shock from the startling sight splayed out across the bed sheets. Her heart about jumped right up into her throat when she saw him, her innocent doe-eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. Of course, she should have expected this kind of thing from J, but even so he still caught her completely off guard.

The last thing she expected after returning home was to find him waiting in bed: oh so clearly naked under the sheets and bunch of condoms in hand. Oh, it was enough to have Gabriella turning bright red. Very, very bright red.

Gabriella  forced out an awkward laugh - a little uncertain - as she closed the door behind her and set her bag down. "You-- ... you're not wearing anything under that blanket ... are you?" She questioned, lips curling up into a sheepish smile. As startled as she was by such a greeting home she couldn't deny ... it looked to be the best thing of her day so far. She grinned at J as she slowly began to unbutton her shirt, never taking her doe-eyes off him, "You should break into my apartment more often."

I stopped watching a couple episodes into season2. Everything interesting in the first season was missing & reality suddenly didn't matter. Nothing was even slightly believable. It wasn't even cartoonish, it was just childish. The characters started to grate on my nerves & any development they had was just forgotten about. I didn't even get to the queerbaiting but oh boy reading about it was nauseating enough. You're really not missing out on much. Just my opinion.

Yeah, because I heard that initially they wanted the show to feel like a realistic crime show. But for whatever reason, after the first season, they gave up on it and just went all out. Many people actually praise the show for this because they feel it’s the only adaptation that feels like an actual comic book. But... eeeh? I hope I don’t sound like a debbie-downer to my followers or that I sound edgy because I often times criticize childish/cartoonish writing. It’s NOT AT ALL that I don’t like humor or all that. In fact, I actually really enjoy the 1966 show, and I’ll read comics set in its verse. It’s fun! But like? There’s a difference between a whole show’s setting being fun, or something that feels like it’s supposed to be taken seriously... but then being ridiculous at the same time. (Or you know, how much I praise Frank’s Ed, but then go to expess how I hate that Ed’s character is now just a comic relief. Because in ‘66, Frank’s Ed fit right in, everyone was wacky. But turning Ed into a comic relief in these grim stories just feel like an insult to his character. ANYWAY, I’m getting off-topic again.) But in my own personal tastes, I’d rather something be... a little grounded in reality? That’s why I tend to flock to comic book heroes such as Batm*n or Daredev!l, because they tend to be more realistic with characters who don’t have powers or doesn’t feature many characters with superpowers.

And as I’ve said, the scene where the girl tells Ed she doesn’t mind him being a murderer just feels... unrealistically sappy? Like, I ship Ed with many people here despite him being a murderer. But it’s just that Ed telling her that he killed his last girlfriend and she being like “I don’t mind!” feels like writing out of Twilight-like novel, y’know?

His arms slowly enclosed around her, afraid that any sudden movement would break the moment’s silence and sever the connection.

For all his past teasing and (half) joking, now that there was a kiss happening between them, he didn’t really know what to do. KiKi was always capable of surprising him, but this was a new bar she had set... and the joke was on him.

His brain had one logical thought to offer amidst his confusion (What if she BITES?... yanno, not in the way yer used to... the way she does in order to...) but J tossed it away. He didn’t care. If this was truly some feminine ploy to satisfy a more sanguine need, let it happen. It was something new to feel... something to offer her that meant more than jokes and smiles and money; he might even enjoy it. 

You need not             fear the w i c k e d      l a u g h                                So long as you don’t mess a hair      on d a d d y ’ s   little   g i r l.

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          ❝ talk less, SMILE more .❞