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addycarver · 11 months
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The Dark Knight (2008)
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booyoungs · 2 years
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“My powers are not a gift. But, a curse. Born out of rage. The world needed a hero. Instead, it got me.”
BLACK ADAM (2022) dir. Jaume Collet-Serra
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eightam · 2 years
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Pierce Brosnan as Kent Nelson/Doctor Fate
Black Adam (2022)
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yeris · 1 year
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the batman (2022), dir. matt reeves
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harleypostss · 1 year
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Margot Robbie talking about wanting a Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy movie 🎥🍿
Let's all manifest for this
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miwtual · 2 years
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Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn THE SUICIDE SQUAD (2021)
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nat111love · 2 years
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Zoë Kravitz and Robert Pattinson as Selina Kyle/Catwoman and Bruce Wayne/Batman
Behind the scenes of THE BATMAN (2022)
dir. Matt Reeves
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filmtvcentral · 2 years
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When your taste in men is as bad as mine, they don’t just go away quietly. They slash your tires and they kill your dogs and tell you that the music you like ain’t real music at all. And all the cruelty...
THE SUICIDE SQUAD (2021) dir. James Gunn
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supercap2319 · 1 year
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Kara: “So, Y/N, how did you and my cousin meet?”
Y/N: “Well, Lois spilled coffee on my white shirt on purpose and your cousin gave me the shirt off his back. Literally.”
Kara: *Looks at Clark* “You did?”
Clark: *Blushes and smiles shyly* “Well, I had an extra shirt in the back, so...”
Y/N: “Nah, he just wanted to be shirtless. He knew what he was doing.”
Kara: “You and Kal are such lovesick idiots.”
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razanulhoque · 7 days
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Winner of my most recent Twitter poll!
People wanted to see more Batfleck, and I happily obliged!
Man I miss the Snyderverse so much...
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addycarver · 2 years
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The Dark Knight (2008)
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booyoungs · 2 years
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“I was a slave until I died. Then, I was reborn a god. My son sacrificed himself to save me. Now, I kneel before no one.”
BLACK ADAM (2022) dir. Jaume Collet-Serra
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norttinson · 2 years
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thinking about them
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“I’m here to report a terrible crime” - Harley Quinn
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harleypostss · 1 year
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Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy by ahageao
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My twitter HarleyPosts
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My account @harleypostss
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venerable-sun · 1 year
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Mångata (Nuidis Vulko x Reader) Pt. 2
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Nuidis Vulko (Aquaman) x reader
TW: None
1300~ words
Part One | Part Three
I've pretty much written about half of this series already, so I 'll be dropping the next parts every other day. I'll also be making a series masterlist post with the pinterest board and spotify playlist I made if anyone is interested in checking those out.
I'd also like to shoutout @ficsations on ao3 for inspiring this story! Go check out their story "It All Began By The Shore"!
A loud crash from downstairs wakes you. 
You quickly throw on a linen robe and stumble down the stairs to see your living room empty. The glass of water you’d left on the table lay shattered on the floor, the strange man nowhere to be found. 
You tentatively stepped forward to search the room further, only to be pushed back against the wall by an unseen force. 
You grunt as your back meets the wood, an elbow digging uncomfortably into your throat. 
“Who are you, and why am I here?” A gravelly voice asks, and your eyes meet the deepest blue you’ve ever seen.
“I saw you on the beach, in the storm.” You wheeze out. “You were injured, so I brought you here.” 
The man glanced down at the bandage you’d wrapped around his ankle before hesitantly letting you go. You cough as your lungs welcome air back into your body, guilt crossing the man’s face briefly before he hardened it once again. “You didn’t answer the first half of my question. Who are you?”
“My name is (Y/n).” You eye his scale-like costume. “But I think I should be the one asking you that.” 
A knock at the door distracts you before he can answer, and you peer out the peephole to see your uncle standing on the porch. When you turn back around, the man is gone. The door to your porch is wide open, the breeze from outside moving the curtains lazily. 
Your uncle knocks again and you open the door to let him in. 
“What the hell happened to you?” He says. “You look like you stayed up all night.”
You chuckle, going to close the porch door before he asks why it was open. “The storm kept me up, or something like that.” 
Thomas eyed you suspiciously. “Something like that?”
You ignore his question, going to grab the broom and dustpan to sweep up the broken glass. “I just forgot how loud the wind can be this high up on the cliffs. That’s all.”
For some reason, you don’t want to tell him about your mystery man. What would you say, that you’d rescued some strange man that had been swimming in the ocean during a storm, wearing strange clothes, and then brought him to your home? Even to you, it sounds crazy. 
Crazy and reckless. 
You sigh, your limbs still tired and sore. “Thank you for coming to check on me, but I’m alright.”
You plaster on your most concing smile, hoping that he’d leave and you go after the mysterious man.  
Your uncle looks at you closely, seemingly unconvinced for a moment before nodding his head and saying goodbye. You wait a few minutes to make sure he’s really gone before running outside once again, this time welcomed by warm sunshine instead of freezing rain. 
Waves lap lazily at the shore as you walk along the beach, not a soul in sight. As you near the place you found the man laying yesterday, you spot a strange stick half-buried in the sand not far away. 
You pull it out with little difficulty, the blade at one end shining in the sun as you turn it in your hands. It looks to be a staff of some sort, definitely a weapon. Who the hell is this guy? 
You look out over the sea, its calm surface a huge contrast to the violent waves of last night. Hunger gnaws at your belly, and you begin the ascent back to your house with the staff still in your hand, unaware of the eyes following you from within the waves. 
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The next week passes by with little excitement. 
You finish cleaning out the house, donating most of your parents’ old things to charity. The rest of your belongings arrive, and you spend an entire day unpacking your substantial book collection, making sure that they filled the bookshelves in the exact way you liked. You prepare for your new job at the high school, drafting up lesson plans and coming up with projects you hope the students would find interesting. You even manage to find someone to come tune your piano, and play it every night before going to sleep. 
And you go to the beach every day at sunset, hoping the mysterious man will return. 
You know you just let the incident go, acknowledge the situation as a story you’ll never know the ending of, but you just can’t. When you sleep, you’re haunted by his ocean-blue eyes and the sound of his voice. 
Why are you so hung up on him? You hadn’t even shared more than a few words, for christ’s sake. 
When your uncle slyly suggested that you try dating somebody in town, you’d vehemently refused, the image of the stranger’s handsome face in your mind. 
As you walk down the cliff stairs, you brace yourself for disappointment once again, only to stop in surprise. 
The man stands at the edge of the shores, waves just barely reaching his feet. You approach slowly, feet sinking into the sand as you make your way towards him. 
His hands are clasped behind his back as he turns to you, his hair tied up in a bun and the same scale-like clothes on. 
You stop a few paces away from him, uncertainty brewing in your stomach. Now that you’re finally faced with him once again, you have no idea what to say or what to expect. 
“I came to apologize.” The man says, taking a step towards you. “You helped me and I threatened you in your own home.”
He stands in front of you now, then presses a fist to his heart and drops to one knee. “I thank you arduously for saving me. I owe you a great debt.” 
He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, sending shivers up your spine as his cool lips press against your skin.
“I-it was no trouble at all. You don’t owe me anything.” You stutter, reluctantly pulling your hand away to try and distract him from your blush. “But I would like to know your name, and how you got caught up in that storm.” 
“My name is Nuidis Vulko, my lady.” He stands and bows, and all hopes of your blush going away evaporate. “And I was out searching for someone when my leg got caught in that lobster trap.”
“Nuidis…” you test out the name. “You’re not from around here, are you?” It comes out as a statement more than a question.
He smiles handsomely. “Beautiful and smart. No, I am not. I come from the kingdom of Atlantis, where I serve as royal advisor to the king.” 
You shake your head in disbelief, but for some strange reason, you find yourself believing him. Maybe you are crazy. “That would… certainly explain a lot. Who was it that you were looking for?”’
“A prince who has been putting off his responsibilities for long enough,” Vulko says, pleased that you’ve taken this information in stride. A strand of hair falls into your face from the breeze, and his fingers twitch as he stops himself from reaching forward and tucking it behind your ear. The sun sinks lower to the horizon, reminding him that he must return before Orm gets suspicious of his whereabouts. 
“I must depart, my lady,” he says reluctantly. “But it was a pleasure to be in your presence once more.” 
He grasps your hand, pressing a lingering kiss to the back again before starting to walk into the waves. 
“Wait!” You call after him. “I have your staff.” 
He looks back at you, tries to capture in his memory how your long hair shines in the sun’s rays, how your skin glows in the light. He smiles. 
“Then I suppose I will have to return to you once more, my lady.”
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