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ELLE?? who’s 5′2″ and has never been celebrated for being gay ???? SHE LOVES THIS !!! honestly !! please imagine arthur and elle attending pride !! and arthur has her on his shoulders and he’s wearing a shirt that says “i love my lesbian best friend” and elle is just up there with some gay ass shirt on that says “GEMINI VAGITARIAN” and she’s just waving and winking at all the girls AND WOW I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE ASAP someone draw this

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                 HER HANDS ARE TOO FOCUSED on fanning the dress just so to answer right away, even if his voice echoes in the hallway of her apartment from the guest bedroom. The chiffon will never lay like she’d hope, though Arthur’s so quick to sweep her off her feet in front of the cameras that she can’t foolishly believe she has a chance here. For MONTHS he’s been an emotional support guide, the friend who hasn’t judged her for what she is (she’s not a who anymore, not really) and now? Just check out the goddamn newspaper stands littering every street corner in Gotham. Arthur Curry and Echo Galaeus are damn near synonymous.

                                                    ( so when does it all end? )

“Well I’m not much of a snitch, so it really depends on you.” It’s a call from her bedroom until she saunters out in the cerulean blue get-up with the plunging neckline and ruffled shoulders ---- a color she’s worn all too often anymore, to push the advocacy for ending ocean pollution. Trying to situate her earrings in the right positions, she takes a few steps towards him with a small smile. “-----you say the word and it’s done. Not gonna ask you for anythin’ when you’ve done more me than a favor. I owe you.”  She skips out on using we, on remotely accessing the piece of herself that feels better with them as a team.

their relationship had changed, since he last took her out on the bike she later figured out, wasn’t his to begin with, the day at the fair had been a beautiful one, had ended in a sugar-rush and fireworks and the sensation of his lips on hers. ‘ another fair? ’ a grin tugs on her lips, that are pressed against his neck, hidden in his hair ‘ another adventure? ’ teeth sink into her bottom lip to mask the grin he can’t see anyways. he’d done a good job showing her the surface world, but mera still needed to learn a lot. ‘ tell me. ’ her hold on him tightens briefly, she squishes him for empathy, urging him to tell her. she’s curious and not exactly a patient person. 

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😈- Possessed

Something is wrong… 

Something is so, UNBELIEVABLY wrong. This isn’t Peter, this isn’t him at all. He’s acting different despite not even speaking, there’s even subtle differences in his appearance. Usually, he’ll be constantly moving– even if he’s just standing in place, he’ll be fiddling with his hands or his shirt, leaning back on his heels, or messing around on his phone. But now he just…stands there, completely still, a glazed over look in his eyes. Brown, they were always brown, but subtle golden flicks weave their way into the tawny hues, and all life is GONE from his gaze. The animated and excitable glow the kid carries with him, evaporated by…whatever this is. 

                                  By whatever’s gained control. 

OMG NO HE HATES BATMAN