Prompt:
Instead of going for Tim, Jason goes for the easiest way to utterly destroy his Replacement and kidnaps his civilian boyfriend to demonstrate just how easy it is to lose something (or someone) you love in this line of work.
And while the whole “make the Replacement beg” part of the plan is going amazing…. Jason really didn’t plan the whole “keeping a conspiracy theorist teenager hostage” through to the end.
Bernard just wants to know what the new crime lord’s deal with Robin is. And why— and how— exactly he’s supposed to be a bargaining chip when he can count the times he met Robin on one hand. oh! and could someone maybe tell his boyfriend, Tim, that he’ll be late for their coffee date on Tuesday?
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a performance
hehe had fun with this. also, a note, the fics yesterday AHHH everyone killed it, i did indeed forget to reblog some of them bc im spacey and that happens but if i didn’t reblog yours, consider it beloved and cherished. every one i read was so good.
CW for implied future sexual content, if u want.
for prompt “passion” @wolfstarmicrofic
Remus was happily snuggling into a sleep-warm pillow on the bed of either Sirius or Remus (they’re kind of indistinguishable now) when he was so rudely interrupted but the godawful singing coming from their shared bathroom. James and Peter were already at breakfast but Sirius and Remus had slept in. Well—Remus had slept in, Sirius had snuggled until he was restless and then got up to take a shower.
“Pads, shut up.” Remus shouts, half muffled by the pillow.
Unfortunately, Sirius does not shut up and honestly, did he just get louder?
“Padfoot, I swear to Merlin and Morgana, I will come in there if you don’t stop.”
I’m going to kill him, I think he just got even louder, what the fuck?
It’s his bloody passion, Sirius always says, no matter how many times Remus tells him he is absolutely tone-deaf. Remus supposes it’s only fair, for him to be bad at something. The universe reminding him that he isn’t perfect at everything he does. Apparently the universe didn’t account for Sirius’s inability to believe he is bad at anything nor his “passion” or whatever the fuck. Merlin, it is too early.
Remus drags himself out of bed. He’s only wearing boxers because it’s spring and he runs hot at night. He steps into the steamy bathroom and his brain catches up to him. Of course he was getting louder you bloody idiot.
“Oh! Moony, didn’t hear you get up, care to join me?” The conniving grin on his face tells Remus everything he just figured out. He rolls his eyes but drops his boxers and shoves Sirius out of the stream of water.
“You prick.” But Sirius grins so Remus smiles back.
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help
i just realized that andrew rannells may some how some day go bald.
and NOW IM UPSET
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I'm ignoring the part of the internet who is going "Oh no" at this.
BUT OMG BOWSER YOU HOPELESS ROMANTIC. YOU LOVE PEACH NO MATTER WHAT SHE TURNS INTO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Bowser really is the type to love you if you became a worm lol
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being a manager sucks balls half the time but the cashier kids im in charge of trust me enough to dick around in front of me so ive been keeping a running list of the shit they say that makes me laugh randomly:
-"guys, is it cheating if you play fortnite with your ex" [4 seperate others, immediately]: "YES"
-"there must be like… infinite sentences"
-"bro what bro what the fuck bro what's that mean bro why'd you say that bro what" <distraught response to a girl randomly greeting him with 'hey there big boy' in an old timey transatlantic news reporter accent
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ppl who are like “there’s no way sokka’s art skills would improve, he’s ontologically bad at art” ummmm. dude. you realize that this is the mary sue of hobbies, right? this guy could out-westley westley. he would develop an immunity to iocane powder in less than a week because he’s just that prodigious. he became a kyoshi warrior who could best their leader in a matter of hours, and this was the first time he had ever trained in his life with an actual teacher and opponent. he mastered the sword in one day, if we’re to take piandao’s word for it (and considering his name is literally sword, he is clearly an expert). sokka looked at the rough schematics for hot air balloons after the eminent inventor in the world had spent who knows how long not able to get his idea to actually work like “uhhh…. this may sound obvious, but have you tried a lid???” he has borderline supernatural aim with a boomerang. he was dropped into a haiku battle knowing nothing about the form, and not only beat the leader of ba sing se’s premier haiku club, but also chose, completely unnecessarily, to make each verse rhyme. if he actually sat down and practiced drawing, maybe with some instruction from a trained artist, or easier beginner’s materials than ink and a brush (you’ve all seen my art, and I still cannot paint with ink and a brush), I think sokka would easily be able to produce a work on par with (if not superior to) the mona lisa by the following morning.
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