I WAS DOING PROCRASTINATED ENGLISH HOMEWORK AT 10:30 PM AND THIS BATFAM INTERACTION POPPED FULLY FORMED INTO MY BRAIN
Jason, staring down a defeated villain with his helmet off, dramatically monologuing like the theatre kid he is: Death didn't stop me the first time, what made you think you'd be the one to make it stick? Haven't you people learned? You cannot kill me in a way that matters.
Tim, pausing where he's taking down the remaining henchmen: hold on a second. I've heard that line before. did you just- did you just quote a Tumblr post in your takedown monologue?????
Jason, red in the face and blatantly embarassed: I don't know what the FUCK you're talking about, Replacement.
Dick, sweeping in on a grappling hook and knocking out a goon coming up behind Jason: No, he's definitely right. "decay exists as an extant form of life" and all that.
Jason, shoving his guns back into their holsters and walking away while grumbling to himself: and they wonder why I don't come to family dinners
Damian, popping out of the shadows: So long, fungus boy
Why do you post so much more about Fig, where is the precious Lou content 😭😭😭
I literally just noticed the last few posts have been all about fig like fifteen minutes before you sent this, I swear before that louis was getting more lime light than him. they flip flop
here he is leeching warmth from the dryer the other day
Sorry sorry, I thought about Neuvillette getting so lost in the feeling of your mouth or your cunt around his cock that he fucking shatters the headboard caught in his grip.
Something about him always being in control, always being so careful with his strength when it comes to you, holding you so lovingly even when his thrusts grow harsher. Rougher. Sweet whispers littered between his subtle moans and your keening whines before you hear a sharp crack in the wood above you.
The way his hips stutter against yours, stilling as he presses his face deep into the crook of your neck; a single, deep groan and a hiss of "yes" as his warmth floods you - and he practically tears a chunk out of your headboard as if it's nothing but a flimsy sheet of paper.
His endless apologies afterwards and his insistence that he pay for the repairs (or for a new, more study bed); you're just trying to figure out how to get him that feral again.
This morning I'm crying in my cereal over this part of Gogin kantabaari podcast (rough translation):
The fame and people recognizing him was cool for about two weeks, after which it came a burden of sorts. Not to say his fans are a burden because they are who pays his salary and who come to his gigs, and he appreciates them more than anything. But it gives him anxiety to walk around in public because he keeps overthinking and wondering who’s looking and who’s filming him and if he has a booger on his face or something. There’s fear and anxiety over his own space, especially the lack of his own space that he used to have.
And when he encounters people, he is left wondering if he gave enough, enough time or enough of himself, hoping he wasn’t acting like an asshole. And those encounters are overwhelming because there are so much of them, he feels like he has already been ripped to shreds and doesn’t have much to give anymore.
At some point the things people say to him just lose all meaning because there is too much of them. And it makes him feel bad, since the encounters and letters he gets etc. are clearly so meaningful to people but to him they are not, and he knows it sounds harsh, but when you have a room full of those gifts and drawings, it tends to lose meaning. He would love to react to everything but can’t, and it makes him feel bad.
Also, he talked about how isolated he feels and how he misses his friends and family and yeah.
if i had a nickel for every time 3 ex-buzzfeed members that started their own youtube channel continuing what they did back there on a couch after a massive controversy of their own doing, i would have 2 nickels! which isn't a lot but. it's weird that it happened twice