Jason and Dick falling back into being brothers after Jason gets resurrected except both of them keep forgetting that although Dick is still older, Jason is now very much not a small little Robin anymore.
Dick, pointing to an ugly old guy on TV: that’s you
Jason, gesturing to a pug: that’s you
Dick: *flicks the side of Jason’s head*
Jason: do that again and i’ll smash your face in
Dick: bring it on, little wing!
Jason: *jokily shoves Dick off the couch*
Dick: *flies two feet and smashes through a glass table*
Tim and Damian watch Dick try and sneak up on Jason from behind to shove him in the pool but Jason doesn’t even budge, and they see Dick’s eyes widen in regret before he gets judo-flipped into the water. Jason tries to jump in after but forgets how big he is and manages to both land directly on Dick’s flailing body and cause a wave big enough to drench Alfred standing at the other edge. Damian turns dead eyes onto Tim,
Damian: promise me we’ll never be that immature.
Tim: we can learn from their stupidity
Alfred, dripping onto the tiles, Jason and Dick struggling in the background: please see that you do.
the flamingo..... 🦩
Vessel being a mood - the "no - can - do" mood or something like that
they should invent a tummy that doesnt hurt
The way I was literally gonna use him as a case study on parasocial relationships and exploitation/manipulation. But now I’m too uncomfy and need to rewrite like 5 pages.
I've always disliked mr beast just based on his content mill vaguely exploitative vibes so it's been kind of wild learning he also does legitimate crimes and workplace violations. it's like disliking an acquaintance because they're kinda annoying and then finding out they kill people too like damn dude you didn't have to do all that i already hated your ass.
When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written
use, and i cannot stress this enough, thriftbooks
hey ao3 can you like give the extra $38k you made from this month’s funds drive to charity