Bernard: Who hurt you?

Tim, jokingly: Do you want a list?

Bernard, dead serious, taking out a pen and paper: Yes

Bruce: My sons had a fight once and it went like this:

Dick: Anything that comes out of your mouth is stupid!

Jason: Dick Grayson.

Bruce: To this day, I still laugh out loud in inappropriate settings because I randomly think about it.

Do you know if there’s still the yj crack Twitter where there were accounts for the van or the wally plush or the clipboard? I wanna see how they react to the poor clipboards death

oh god no, none of us have posted anything since like 2019 💀

but i guess in other news, i just checked clipboard’s account, to my surprise they actually posted something for the first time in two years and it was this:

i cannot believe this

Clark: What's my favorite color?

Bruce: What?

Clark: You know, you never ask me about anything else. Like sports or music or who the hottest Bond babe was. You know, like a normal conversation. Just saying. Be nice to switch it up once in a while, you know?

Bruce: Fine, what's your favorite color?

Clark: You don't mean that.

Bruce: No, really, I want to know.

Clark: Blue.

Bruce: Well, I feel so much closer to you now.

dinah lance taller than oliver queen -> green arrow wears heeled boots when patrolling with black canary

I'll send you my love on a wire💚

i recently did a test print of the flippy bois and i wanted to do an interest check if anyone wanted to buy them idk like this post if you want one??

we can talk it so good, we can make it so divine

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Wake up kids new ship just dropped

This looks like a meme format because it is. It's free real estate

catalyst

/ˈkad(ə)ləst/

noun

a substance that increases the rate of a chemical reaction without itself undergoing any permanent chemical change.

an agent that provokes or speeds significant change or action

June 26th, 1995 - 10:47pm

Dr. Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha Wayne herded their two children, nine-year-old Bruce Wayne and six-year-old Marie Wayne out of a cinema, just before the rest of the moviegoers stampeded out the doors. As they walked the streets of Gotham, New Jersey, their children discussed the movie they had just watched while their parents watched over them fondly. Their family was distracted, and that's something that should never happen in Gotham, the City of Crime. As they pass by a dark alley behind the theatre, they hear the click of a gun’s safety being removed and see it being pointed at the family.

They’re shoved into the alley by their assailant and told to hand over their valuables. As Thomas and Martha Wayne begin handing over their accessories, Bruce protectively stands in front of his little sister, trying to make them both as small and unnoticeable as possible, but something spooks their assailant and before they know it, Thomas and Martha are on the floor with bullets in their chests, screams on their lips, and pearls spilling onto the floor and into the gutter. Bruce and Marie can only watch as their parents are shot down in front of their eyes and their murderer flees the scene. One swearing vengeance on criminals while the other blankly watches the blood-splattered pearls slowly roll down the alley.

They blankly register hearing sirens come to them as they are swarmed by EMTs and paramedics and police.

As the GCPD arrives, the press, spectators, and most importantly, the Wayne family butler, Alfred Pennyworth do too.

After giving small statements to the police, Alfred takes the two catatonic children home, and the next few weeks are filled with court visits, police questioning, intrusive press reporters, and fights over the custody of the two Wayne children.

Eventually, the family's butler Alfred Pennyworth gains custody of the children and the court matters are settled. Bruce and Marie are made to attend therapy sessions but the previously joyful children had gone through major changes. Bruce becomes obsessed with finding their parents' murderer and planning how to fight crime when he’s older while Marie begins speaking less and less to outsiders until one day, she hasn’t spoken to anyone other than her brother and her Dalmatian Leo for months. She is officially diagnosed as selectively mute with the cause being psychological trauma after a year of constant trying to make her speak to the general public.

The siblings became proficient at a wide variety of subjects and different types of martial arts such as Aikido for Marie and Judo for Bruce as the years passed by and kids grew up into stunning, mature, young adults.

When Bruce and Marie decide to travel the world, they are nineteen and sixteen, respectively. By that time, Bruce had been getting impatient about leaving as time went on, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave his sister for more than a few months at a time. Marie and Alfred decide to contact an old family friend, Tom Dupain, and make accommodations for Marie to go to Paris to study fashion at the Ermitage School of the Arts (or L'ermitage Lycée des Arts). The Dupain-Chengs graciously agreed to be Marie’s guardian while she is in Paris until she turns eighteen and allow her to use their surname when Marie doesn’t want to bring attention to herself. She decides to go as Marinette Dupain when she wants to go unnoticed, other than that, she is publically known as Marie Wayne.

Soon, the day for both Bruce and Marie to leave drew close and they spent their last days together, making memories, since they wouldn’t see each other in person for the next few years.

Marie got out of the limo that had driven her to Gotham International Airport with her brother Bruce and pseudo-father Alfred, who had come to see her off to Paris. They exchanged hugs and goodbyes as she boarded the plane. Marinette settled into her seat in First Class, plugged in her headphones, played her Alternative-Rock playlist, and began sketching a new outfit as she softly sang to Evanescence’s music.

Eight hours later, the plane landed in the Paris-Charles de Gaulle Airport at 11 in the morning. Marie disembarked the plane and went to hail a taxi when she saw someone holding a poster with her name on it. She cautiously walked towards the man and when she got close, she laughed and tackled twenty-one-year-old Jared Stone in a hug.

“Jared! How are you? I didn’t think I’d see you this soon!”

“Call me Jagged, Marigold. It’s my new stage name!”

“I know, I know! Bruce and I have been following you since your debut! How did you know I would be here?”

“Brucie called in a favor. Meeeeet your tour guide for the wonderful city of Paris, France...” Jagged dramatically pauses, and then shouts, “...me!”

“That’s great! Where are we going first?” Marie laughed.

“Well, first, I’m gonna take you to Tom and Sabine’s bakery and then show you around Paris. Brucie and Alfred wanted me to show you your new school and help you get settled in at L'ermitage. Come on! Let’s go!”

Jagged grabbed Marie’s hand and pulled her to a sleek black limo and pulled her inside the car next to a slender, dark-skinned woman who had purple pixie-cut hair, fuchsia lipstick, and light brown eyes dressed in business casual and was tapping away on a tablet.

“Mars, this is my PA Penny Rolling. Penny, this is my honorary sis Marie Wayne.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Rolling.”

“Please call me Penny. It’s nice to meet you Miss Wayne, Jagged talks about you all the time.”

“Call me Marie.”

After the introductions, Jagged tells the driver to go to the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie at 12 Rue Gotlib in the 21st arrondissement of Paris. Throughout the drive, Jagged chattered on about his new fame and asked Marie questions about how life was back in Gotham, where Jagged, Bruce, and Marie all met back in elementary school.

The limo comes to a stop in front of a quaint bakery and the passengers step out of the limo and enter the bakery.

They leave two hours later with their stomachs full of homemade food and their arms full of pastries. They then drive to Marie’s new school: L'ermitage Lycée des Arts.

The limo comes to a stop in front of L'ermitage, which is a school in the Ermitage château that dates back to 1259 in the 16th arrondissement. Jagged and Marie exited the limo and walked up the steps of the school and marveled at its beauty. The 12th-century château was an architectural masterpiece with sprawling gardens, outdoor pools, tennis, basketball, and volleyball courts, horse stables, riding and walking trails outside. Inside the school, there are three floors of classes and other rooms and above that, two floors of dorm rooms, with each floor having fifty large dorms each housing six students each, three girls and three boys. An individual dorm room is about the size of a small house with a very open floor plan. There’s a kitchen, living room, dining room, and small reading area in the front of the dorm and behind that, six individual rooms for each of the students to have their own privacy.

On the first floor, across from the foyer and entrance hall, there is a beautiful ballroom with an ornate, sweeping grand staircase accessible to all floors for special events, a large kitchen, for the culinary students, a theatre, for the performing arts students, five different lecture halls for large classes, a gym, and the cafeteria. On the second floor, there are music studios, computer labs, broadcasting rooms, a woodworking room, and rooms for the messier arts such as ceramics, painting, metalworking, glassworking, and fashion. On the third floor, there are the core classes, such as math, literature, science, and history, as well as the Student Council room and the school’s library.

Jagged and Marie walked through the grandiose front doors and entered the foyer of the château-turned-school and walked towards the administration room, where Marie would receive her school ID, dorm key, a map to the school, pamphlets for all her classes, five sets of the school uniform, and her textbooks.

“Excuse me, I’m here to move into my dorm.”

“What’s your full name, sweetie?”

“Marie Olivia Wayne.”

“Oh- alright, well, It’s nice to meet you, Marie. I’m Camille, the administrator. Your dorm is A-21 and there are already five other première students that live there. You can either take the stairs in the ballroom up to the fourth floor or use one of the elevators on either side of the school. Your dorm mates will take you on a tour of the school after lunch. School starts on Monday at seven and ends at five with lunch and two additional breaks throughout the day for students. Students have Sunday off with Wednesday and Saturday being half-days. After class, students can leave campus as long as they’re back by their curfew. Curfew for Seconde students is at nine, curfew for Première students is at ten, and curfew for Terminale students is at eleven. I’d like for you to confirm your class choices so that you’re ready for Monday. You signed up for Fashion & Design, Textiles & Fabric, Jewelry & Accessories I, Voice Lessons, Songwriting & Production, Fashion History, Introduction to Business & Finance, and Studio Art as well as the core classes which for you are literary studies, social studies, mathematics, and physics as your science and Fencing as your physical education. Unfortunately, we don’t have a fencing class here this year because our Physical Education teacher is injured so, we arranged for the experienced fencing students to join Mr. D'Argencourt’s fencing class at Lycée Françoise Dupont after school on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You’ll get your full schedule at breakfast in the cafeteria before school on Monday.”

“Alright, Thank you, Camille. Have a great rest of your day!”

“You too, Marie. Oh- and if you already have experience designing and making clothes, you can make your own school uniform to wear as and submit it as an extra credit assignment in Fashion class. The rubric and guideline for it are with the rest of the papers I just gave you. When you’re done making it, bring it to class and your teacher will grade it and decide whether or not it’s acceptable to wear. Try to follow the guidelines please, but you can add small personal touches such as a symbol that represents you, your logo, or your signature.”

Marie smiled and waved goodbye to the administrator and walked back over to where Jagged was waiting excitedly with her suitcases.

They walked to the elevator and made their way up to the fourth floor. Marie made it to her new dorm and unlocked the door. There was no one inside yet since it was a Sunday and the students were most likely off-campus. She and Jagged walked into the transitionally styled dorm and found an empty room that already had large boxes on the floor. She pushed Jagged out of her new dorm with excuses about needing to unpack and decorate and said goodbye.

When Jagged was gone, she took a more critical look around her new dorm. There was a large flatscreen TV and a grey plush sofa with two dark red and grey bean bags in the living room as well as a piano in the corner of the room. The dining room table was a dark grey dining table with matching stools. The kitchen had the same dark grey cupboards and cabinets with silver appliances. She opened the fridge and laughed when she saw boxes of fast food, pizza, and other junk food, and the occasional Tupperware of salad and moved on to the reading area. The reading area was the most eye-catching area. There were four large wooden bookshelves, three of which were overflowing with books and another bean bag but in dark green. There was a shelf lamp in between the bookshelves and fairy lights scattered around the area. She walked back towards the individual rooms and entered her new room. She turned on her Pop/Alt Rock playlist and began to unpack while singing along to My Chemical Romance's Teenagers.

Three hours later, she had finished decorating her room. She had repainted the walls black and stuck light strips all along the corners and ceiling of her room as well as hung up string lights and posters of her favorite bands and artists like Evanescence, Green Day, and Jagged Stone as well as hanging her guitar on the wall. She pushed up a desk along one of the walls under a window and began tacking up her design ideas on the wall above it and around it. She set up her work area by placing a mannequin next to the desk, her sewing machine on the desk, and her trunk of fabrics at the end of her bed which had grey and black bed sheets. She also had unloaded all of her books from their respective boxes and placed them on a dark wood bookcase and pushed a black bean bag into her new reading corner. On top of the bookcase, she placed a pair of Bluetooth dancing water speakers and connected her music to them. She was just finishing putting away her clothes when she heard people coming into the dorm, but she disregarded them and kept putting away her clothes until she finished singing the finale to Bring Me To Life.

At the end of the song, she stood breathing heavily and went to write some ideas in her notebook when two people began clapping at her performance. She squeaked and turned around and saw all of her dorm mates standing at her door.

She flushed and stuttered out an apology.

“I-I’m so sorry! Was I bothering you?”

“No way! We had walked in a while ago but your singing was just so good!” squealed one of the girls.

“I’ll introduce everyone! I’m Bridgette Cheng. That’s Allegra Bianchi, Allan Montague, Claude Beauchêne and Felix Culpa.”

“What’s your name?”

“Oh, I’m Marie. Marie Wayne.”

“Oh wow! I guess we all come from popular families! Felix’s mom owns Graham Films, Claude’s dad is a popular actor, my dad is a famous chef, Allan’s parents are TV show hosts, and Allegra’s mom is a popular dancer!”

Marie was going to make a comment when suddenly their dorm door slammed open and a panting Jagged Stone ran in. They all heard screams and shouts pass by the door and drift away. Everyone stood there awkwardly until Marie cracked up.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD. THAT’S JAGGED STONE!” screeched Bridgette.

Jagged sent a strained smile at Bridgette and quickly turned to the still laughing Marie. “Marie, my darling sister! You’ll give your honorary brother some refuge from the screaming masses, won’t you?”

“You nearly broke our door. And you have lipstick on your face and neck.”

Jagged frantically tried to rub it off until Marie took pity on him and threw him her notebook.

“Tell me what you think about page fifty-two and I'll go bring you some makeup remover.”

Jagged turned the page and felt the other kids lean over his shoulders as he read Marie’s newest song.

After her boyfriend of three years broke up with her two months ago, she really got into her songwriting mode and was preparing to release an EP on her next birthday.

When Marie returned to the living room she was holding a bottle of makeup remover and some cotton balls.

As Jagged wiped off the makeup his fangirls had left on him, he decided to ask Marie for a demonstration of one of her new songs.

“Mars, will you sing some of your songs?” asked Jagged.

She looked at the (mostly) eager faces of her dorm mates and sighed.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll sing two songs. One on the piano and one with my guitar. Let me go get it.”

She went and came back holding her guitar and settled on the couch ready to play.

She took a deep breath and began to play the intro.

I knew a boy once, when I was small

A tow-head blond, with eyes of salt

He played the drum in the marching band

His parents cared more about the Bible

Than being good to their own child

He wore long sleeves 'cause of his dad

And somehow, we fell out of touch

Hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush

Don't know if I'll see you again someday

But if you're out there, I hope that you're okay

My middle school friend grew up alone

She raised her brothers on her own

Her parents hated who she loved

She couldn't wait to go to college

She was tired 'cause she was brought

Into a world where family was merely blood

Does she know how proud I am she was created

With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred

We don't talk much but I just gotta say

"I miss you, and I hope that you're okay"

Address the letters, to the holes in my butterfly wings

Nothing's forever, nothing is as good as it seems

And when the clouds are ironed out

And the monsters creep into your house

And every door is hard to close

Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created

With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred

God, I hope that you're happier today

'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay

When Marie had finished, almost all of her dorm mates and Jagged looked emotional.

Marie took advantage of the silence and moved to the piano. She played the intro to the next song and began to sing again.

We broke up a month ago

Your friends aren't mine, you know, I know

You've moved on, found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was attached

For all the sunlight of our past

But she's so sweet, she's so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?

An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean

Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?

And now I'm pickin' her apart

Like cuttin' her down make you miss my wretched heart

But she's beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, can't let you go

So find someone great, don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

After the song ended, Jagged vehemently cursed out her ex.

“Don’t worry about Andrew, Jag. I’m over him. It hurts a little still, but I’m over him. That's the purpose of my new EP. I'm naming the first song hope ur ok and the second happier. So… what did you guys think?”

“...That was amazing! You even made Felix emotional!”

“I am not emotional, Bri. But it was quite good."

"Quite good?! Mars, you're going to be better than me!! Brucie-boy would be so proud of you! When are you going to release your EP?"

"I'm going to release one or two of my songs very soon and I'll release my EP on my seventeenth birthday."

"When's your birthday, Marie?" asked Allan.

"July ninth."

And with those simple questions, the large group fell into a long conversation and eventually invited Jagged to stay for dinner. He kindly declined and left soon after. The rest of the boys soon followed suit, saying their respective goodbyes and going to their rooms. The girls, on the other hand, stayed up much longer getting to know each other until Bridgette and Allegra got too tired to continue. All three girls left to their rooms and two of them settled into bed. Marie though, she decided that she had too much energy to sleep and wanted to get started on her school uniform. She read through the guidelines and rubric and spent the next six hours huddled over a desk, diligently making twelve sets of her new school uniform and sending a picture of one to her fashion teacher.

By the time 4 am rolled around, Marie was finished with her new uniforms and decided to sleep the last hour-and-a-half she had.

When she woke up, she showered, did her hair, and checked her email, becoming pleasantly surprised when she saw that her Fashion & Design teacher, Mlle Bouchard had already approved her uniform. She quickly put on the uniform and walked over to her mirror.

Marie was wearing a scarlet red blazer over a fitted white button-up shirt tucked into a beige pleated a-line skirt. She tied on a pair of black platform combat boots, applied light makeup, and put on her favorite pair of white gold hoop earrings.

She walked out of her room, ready to start her day.

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Songs used:

hope ur ok - Olivia Rodrigo - Sour

happier - Oliva Rodrigo - Sour

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Teaser - Part 1 (here) / Uniform sketch - Part 2 (COMING SOON)

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our next post will most likely be around Halloween, give or take a few days. there'll be a notice at least a few hours before

catalyst is a group effort and posted under one account (@a-slytherinish-gryffindor) if it's posted anywhere else without crediting us, please be aware that it has been stolen.

Obviously, these two songs are not ours, all credit of the songs to Olivia Rodrigo and we don't own Miraculous Ladybug and DC. (We'd be rich if we did)

Some green skin beauties

Hc that Bernard thinks that Tim is a mob boss.

He's rich, he's smart, he's secretive, he knows how to fight...

So one day Tim comes home and Bernard is all " I'm sorry Tim I can't do this anymore" and Tim is panicking until Bernard says " I can't keep pretending to be ok with your life of crime" and he's just like "WHAT?"

Oh my god! Yes! HC approved!

That would honestly be such an amazingly funny misunderstanding

Tim showing up injured and disappearing all of the time making Bernard think that instead of a crime-fighting vigilante (like Red Robin) he’s actually some kind of criminal

Someone write a fic ASAP!

Clark: You look great in a suit, I wish I could pull that off.

Bruce, without hesitation: Go ahead.

Clark: What?

Bruce: You heard me

also in the trailer i don’t know if will saying ‘that was my favourite clipboard!’ when it got broken was meant to be a nudge/joke towards all the yj inanimate objects shenanigans that happened whilst s3 was going on where none of us would shut the fuck up and greg actually acknowledged we existed, or just a one liner but i’m going with the first one because that would be so fucking funny 💀

The Batman – TV Spot

- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrJRE678TiU

you think jason has ever ended an argument against damian with ‘shuddup I banged your mom’

damian: shuddup you can't tell me what to do! you're not my dad

jason: le- lemme- lemme tell you-

tired: ra's refers to damian as an "it" to show how thoroughly he dehumanizes his grandson, whom he sees solely as a living weapon

wired: ra's refers to damian as an "it" partly because damian is trans and ra's is purposely misgendering him

inspired: ra's refers to damian as an "it" because damian is trans and goes by it/its pronouns, and ra's isnt a transphobic asshole

will you still need me, will you still feed me

🐦

They're on a date

Possible ship names →

Rawen (Raven-Gwen): Boring, not on brand

Cambidite (Cambion-anodite): More interesting, sounds like a gemstone

Anobion (Anodite-Cambion): also interesting, sounds like a star name

Demodite (Demon-anodite): Also sounds like a Gemstone except it has demon in the name which is cooler

CASHEW (Cool Awesome Space High Extraterrestrial Witches): Cool Awesome Space High Extraterrestrial Witches. Need I say more

"I hate you, I hate you, I wish I was never artificially created in a lab!!" - Scott Evil but honestly could've been Kon @ Lex