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a prompt i've lost. always accepting.

this  was  a  typical  dick  grayson  apology.  she  could  never  stay  mad  at  him  for  too  long.  he  had  that  charming  smile,  his  silly  jokes,  and  the  way  he  made  her  feel  safe.  she  kept  telling  herself  that  she  was  losing  patience  with  his  frequent  disappearences  when  they  had  plans,  but  he  always  there  in  the  aftermath  with  flowers  and  an  excuse  to  get  dressed  up  for  the  night.  tonight,  they  were  dancing,  not  necessary  to  the  beat,  but  syncing  each  other's  movements. 

he  pulls  her  in  closer  to  him  by  the  hips,  her  arms  wrapping  around  him,  they  were  close  together  now.  ‘  i  like  it  when  you  do  that.  ’  she  murmurs  into  his  ear.  now,  her  hands  encourage  his  to  go  down  further  before  she  suddenly  twirls  on  the  spot,  corrupting  whatever  he  had  in  mind.   ‘  one  more  dance  and  we  can  go  home.  ’  home.  she  has  no  idea  where  home  is.  wherever  he  is,  she  will  be  by  his  side.  she  faces  him  now,  taking  his  hands  to  place  on  her  hips  once  more,  and  she  wraps  her  arms  around  his  shouders  now.  ‘  no  more  tricks.  me  and  you  against  the  world.  '

PROMPTS FOR A LITTLE JEALOUSY

‘  WAIT  —  what?  no!  ’  she  tries  to  control  her  reaction  that  may  gave  some  clues.  ‘  honestly richard,  you  make  it  sound  like  you  want  me  to  be  jealous.  ’  she  raises  her  eyebrow  only  slight,  watching  for  his  reaction.  ‘  a  woman  can  tell  you  that  you’re  handsome  all  she  wants.  you,  however,  ‘  she  says  as  she  turns  around  to  face  him,  walking  backwards,  ’  need  to  calm  that  ego  of  yours.  you  are  totally  within  your  right  to  find  another  woman  attractive.  ‘  she  rolls  her  eyes  as  she  turns  quickly,  narrowingly  avoiding  bumping  into  some  man  holding  coffee.  ' it's all about   human  nature and biology.  '

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏

This house says my name like an elegy Echoing where my ghosts all used to be

❝ STAY with me? ❞ It would be more mercy than he should be afforded. He's not a kind creature. He's known for his brutality. Yet he's looking over his arms at Roy. His knees pulled to his chest. There's no movement. He was a being of curses and bad luck.

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 He STILLS. He hadn't seen him in years, yet the hair and the bow are unmissable. But more than that he knows the map of freckles on his face. Hood doesn't move. Muscles are coiled as he stands over the body of one of his own men. Culled from the flock due to a break in policy. There was no point reveling his identity. What did it change if the archer knew who was under the mask? They were beyond different people know then when he was running around with a cape. Though it was hard for him to scrape those memories, other felt like they belonged to someone else. Voice distorts from the mask as Hood aims a gun at the other man's head. ❝ 「 WRONG TURN, SPEEDY? 」 ❞

👰‍♀️ BACHELORETTE 2027!

Former Redlands City Hall, currently serves as the Police Dept, future home of municipal museum.

Omg, I LOVE MUSEUMS.

AND they already decorated for us?! How sweet are they?! BECCA YOU LOVE CHRISTMAS.

OH MY GOD, JANE! JANE THEY HAVE CINEMA!

MIMOSA PARTY!

Best idea ever - let's sell mimosas to the horses, then hide citrus and walnuts upstairs, and tell everyone we hate alcohol!

That's a joke about the reality of "Prohibition" in the United States of America.