Back On My Batman Bullshit. And So Obsessed W Zoe Kravitz As Selina Kyle

This Is How You Win the Time War

Tim woke up to find Red Hood standing in his bedroom.

This wasn't much of a surprise. It had been a year since Hood tried to kill Tim, a little less than a year since he and Bruce had the confrontation that left Bruce grim and withdrawn -- well, more grim and withdrawn than usual. In that time, Hood had made a name for himself in the criminal underworld. Tim wasn't sure whether he believed the stories of heads in a duffel bag, but clearly a lot of people did, and Red Hood had to be intimidating enough for that kind of legend to seem plausible.

Logic dictated that it was only a matter of time before he tried to add Tim's head to his collection. They had unfinished business, after all.

Tim had just started to scramble up into a defensive position -- alone in Drake Manor, in his pajamas, no weapon close at hand -- when Hood said, "Identification. Imbroglio. Phasotherapy. Farinaceous."

The word sequence made Tim freeze, awkwardly crouched on the bed in his boxers and t-shirt. He stared at Red Hood, who was not actually wearing his helmet right now. Nor a domino mask. He stood in the doorway to Tim's room and stared back at him.

Finally Tim gathered himself enough to ask, "Metaplasia?"

"Nope," Hood answered. "Or, 'laundulet' or whatever. It's really me."

"And you're in a time loop." Tim eased down into a crouch, not quite ready to relax. "I'm going to assume I taught you those code words -- "

" -- in a previous loop," they said together.

"Yeah," Hood said and then he -- his scarred face broke into a grin and he -- he strode across the room, sending Tim backwards, trying to go up the wall like a spooked cockroach, except Hood caught him and pulled him forward into a. Hug.

"I love you so much," Hood rasped, ignoring Tim's hands around his throat. "You little weirdo, I love you so much. You're the only one who prepared for this."

i’m right

me: *rolls over and goes back to sleep*

the necromancer who just spent several days constructing and performing a ritual to raise me from the dead:

The Couffaine siblings 🎵

Marinette the Teenage Witch

Miraculous Ladybug AU

had a blast reading time swap (??) fic with these two, recommend!!

he finally got some jammies!!!!!!

Jason Todd goes to therapy. His therapist is nice. She listens to his story. She chuckles at his jokes. She teaches him to recognize unhealthy thoughts. Her candy bowl has the peanut M&Ms he likes.

At the end of the session, she leans forward, takes Jason's hands in hers and says, "Jason, your self-care homework for this week is to viciously slaughter anyone who hurts you."

HELLO if you speak anything other than english would you please tell me in the tags what rice is called in that language??

Quem é Gabigol?

“Diário de quarentena: Dia 13″

Beleza.

Primeira postagem e o assunto do twitter é “TaylorXGabigol”.

De verdade, eu não faço idéia de quem é Gabigol, sem maldade. A única coisa que eu sei sobre é que joga futebol. Aí vem a questão, por quê a Taylor Swift?

Tipo, eles são, literalmente, opostos.

Eu. estou. confusa.

. . .

Como é possível alguém comparar duas pessoas diferentes?!

Cara, ela é cantora, com uma carreira brilhante, fãs incríveis e músicas maravilhosas.

Ta certo que eu não curto muito ela, mas né, cantora da década.

Falando nisso, ouçam o último álbum dela, “Lover” esta Topíssimo.

E tem o Gabigol, Não conheço muito da carreira dele, mas para estar sendo “comparado” com Swift, o cara deve ser brabo.

Então, chegamos a conclusão que:

“Não existe cabimento para uma discussão inútil” Achkar, Emee (2020)

Enfim...

Chegamos ao fim desse dia com 20 neurônios a menos.

usem álcool em gel guys, noite