#violentiae

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Selina snatched a bag of peas out of the fridge before she limped over to the couch. Her wrist had already been bandaged ( batarang ), and now she was going to ice her ribs. It’d been a while since she’d actually had to fight Batman, turns out she hadn’t missed it. She leaned against the back of the couch pressing the bag of frozen peas to her rib cage. “I get the feeling that we're living in the past,” she said, closing her eyes. 

@violentiae  ( andrew )    /    call

none of that though, was clint’s problem. “well you know me, I’m exceptionally hard to kill, don’t tell the others you saw me though, I’m not back ... on the books yet. only a couple people know i’m alive, i want to keep it that way.” 

❛  can  you  blame  them  for  wanting  to  be?  ❜       the ideas of love and romance as forms of escapism are not lost on lizzy.  in fact, she could see the way people ached for that connection to another person; a deep understanding, a feeling of belonging in the boring dystopia they lived in. in some ways,  she felt bad for others,  these people so desperate for any sort of warmth in a city where the only love worth having was involved with money and power. in other ways, she didn’t, she couldn’t when looking at how her father and mother manifested;  her mother had understood that he would never be able to give her what she needed.         he married money and power at a young age and followed that first.       she wonders what kind of person he would’ve been had he picked julia first, but that thought is useless. corpos don’t change; love is a fantasy, something to enjoy the idea of, but not throw yourself into wholeheartedly. ❛  it’s  part  of  the  human  condition.  people  want  it  badly,  part  of  the  hierarchy  of  needs.  you  don’t  feel  the  need  to  be  loved,  to  connect  in  some  wholly  deeper  way,  v?  ❜  

❝         it’s   a   full   moon  ,    mon  cher .       ❞       she  speaks  in  riddles,   half  -  revealed  phrases.   her  eyes  do  most  of  the  job :   the  piercing,   enchanting  pieces  of  her  soul  that  speak  to  darkness  and  witchcraft  alone.       ❝      we   must   prepare   to   commune   with   its   light    . . .     &    ask   for   all   unfortunate   things   tonight  .     ❞      /      @violentiae​  .

@theophagya / @violentiae. ghost!! i love you and adore you, every single muse you throw at me is absolutely amazing and even when you don’t have much muse for the ones that fit to be throw at calanthe, still talking to you and reading your posts is an absolute delight and when the muse for these ones returns? hoo boy it’s worth every second of waiting. i love you, adore you and admire you!