Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.
Everyone. I mean it.
THIS IS THE BEST POST
I HAVE EVER SEEN
they really do mean everyone
…and second part was made by fabulous fox aka Bob Fox.
Few months ago I decided to participate in Russian fandom event called Fandom Kombat 2013. My beautiful sister sew me catsuit, and my awesome friends ade me a photoset. You can se it now.
This part was made by gorgeous Chimyen.
I hope you’ll like it.
Okay, I can’t do this anymore, so I’ll ask for help.
Remember that great fic, where Tim Drake was posioned by Ivy, so he became worried for _everyone_, and day by day it was even worse. He was all hard-working to protect his family, and can’t sleep, and was worried when Dick was shot, because he thought that Dick was harmed because of HIM.
So. I remember it to. But I can’t find it.
Help me, DC-fandom, you’re my only hope!
Does anyone has link for this text?
The thing with Hellblazer is, that you’ll never ever will forget John Constantine, if you fell in love with him once.
He’ll be everywhere. In your trenchcoat, in your cigarettes, in your beer, in your friends, in yourself.
And, you know what? John Constantine isn’t some kind of sickness, or poison, or whatever. He’s one of the best part of us. He’s in our heart and he is a heart himslef.
(Okay, I’ll just keep re-reading Hellblazer and post here little reviews, I think…)
Batman: The Dark Knight #022.
Whatever New 52! does to me, BTDK never lets me down. It’s one of the most beautiful and interesting thing I ever read.
I know, I hadn’t posted anything interesting on daily basis for, like, two or three month. I’m really sorry. Perhaps, that happened because I’m quite tired, so I can’t concentrate on anything.
But right now I have my vacation, and I hope that on the end of this week I’ll be full of inspiration and ideas, so I’ll do more new photosets and smth like this.
So. Many kisses. See you on next week!
Barthday special: Tim Drake’s Birthday.
I can’t believe it. I’m supposed to be an investigator— with a mind like a razor and and eagle eye for detail— and I forget my own Birthday.
Timothy was a birthday boy, I’m so slow.