#toxicitv

“Woah !  That was cool.”  The SIR unit smiled.  “Can you do it again ?” 

“I wanna be your bubblegum bitch. . .”  Gabriel sings as he dances and cleans up his shop.  It’s not as busy this time but that’s normal really.  Besides the job is just a formality.  He technically doesn’t need money.  He hears the bell come in and looks up.  “Hello !” 

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

nightwingding 🐣🦇

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

punk rock song - bad religion

my muse’s last text to your muse

latest text sent to nightwingding 🐣🦇: dick, if you’re looking for me, i’m following up a lead in nevada. i’m trusting you to watch over gotham in my absence. don’t leave town, and don’t let damian out of your sight.

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

sir forgets-drake

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

i’ve been everywhere - johnny cash

my muse’s last text to your muse

latest text sent to sir forgets-drake:  [2/2] and while we were running i said “three goddamn bullets! how the hell did you do THIS with three bullets?”. none of this is jogging your memory?

cell phone headcanons !!

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:

jessica 🕸️🐭

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone:

new fears -- lights

my muse’s last text to your muse:

As much as Sully would have preferred to be out tricking some dumb, rich asshole out of as much cash as he could, in this town things like that were much less of a guarantee, there weren’t as many viable marks, and it wasn’t like he could just hightail it if need-be, so the taxi driving job he’d originally intended as a temporary supplemental income was becoming more and more of a full time gig. Pulling into the university’s parking lot, where he was supposed to be picking up his next rider, he lit up a cigar while he waited. He thought he’d have at least a few minutes to wait, but only a couple puffs in, he heard the backdoor open. “Goddamn it,” he mumbled, sighing and carefully dying it out so he could come back to it later. “Where to, pal?” Glancing up at the rear-view mirror, his eyebrows shot straight up. “Nate?” He turned his body around in his seat to face the man as best as he could, almost in disbelief to finally see him again. “Kid, where the hell ya been? I’ve been lookin’ all over for you!”

The only thing keeping Aloth sane and Iselmyr at bay is him owning the library and working there.  The computers were hard to learn and a few time he thought his dad would be there to yell at his failures. . .but all things considering it worked out and he got the systems running and everything in order.  “Can I help you ?”  The elf asked when someone approached him; he assumes that it was just a question on if a book’s available or where to locate one.

“Today’s the worst day in a long line of day’s past.”  Aloth sighs as once again Iselmyr took over and once again he’s bloody and trying to heal himself up.