Maverick: I don’t know why Cyclone has an assistant. He does not need one. Unless he needs someone to be like, "Remember, Admiral Simpson, at five o’clock, you need to keep looking like a hard-boiled egg."
I think I was supposed to be gay. I think in Heaven they built, like, three quarters of a gay person and then they forgot to flip the final switch, and they just sent me out and an angel was like, “You marked that one gay, right?” and another was like, “Oh no! Was I supposed to?” and they were like, “Oh man, well this’ll be a very interesting person.”
Hamilton was one of the first pop culture medias I was really into with a cheating plot line and I was like damn. Can’t believe this guy threw away his successful career he dedicated his whole life to and incredible wife and family for one hook up. I should not have been surprised Apparently this is very common and easy for men.
The nature of humanity is that every few years someone reinvents the mothership of ships and my pattern recognition skills are left to deal with the consequences.
Sure, they're normal pregnancy carving... And then they're weird ones. Like, yes, he can't eat a batarang, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to.
Have a little crack I guess! Also bonus point if it's angst for the others batfam members
Angst, you say?
Jason came out of a daze to the sound of broken glass.
Why was he in Tim’s room? He remembers getting up to look in the kitchen. Nothing was appealing at the moment but he was hungry and Dr. Leslie mentioned he was a little below weight.
He was looking and nothing was appealing but then he felt a pull and-
“Jason, what the fuck.”
Tim looked disheveled, clearly back from his patrol.
Why was he freaking out? Sure, Tim finding him here was strange but-
Jason was suddenly aware of something papery in his mouth.
“Wha-?”
“Jason why?”
Tim looked like he had shot him, and as Jason looked around him he realized that he may as well.
Around him laid a shredded old box.
Tim’s old photo box.
He remembers when he was first reached out to his family again after the mess of reintroduction.
The olive branch Tim held out to him. The night they sat in the lounge as Tim shyly showed him the years of photos. They were up until dawn reminiscing. It was the first time he started to think of the two of them as brothers.
They weren’t all ruined but quite a few had obvious teeth marks and tears.
Shit.
“I-I don’t- fuck! Baby bird I’m so sorry. I don’t even remember..”
Jason raised a frustrated palm to his eyes at tears started to pool.
Fuck, Tim was shutting down.
“It’s- it’s fine, I was in the middle of digitizing the photos anyways. Never know what will happen, you know?”
Jason removed the photo from his mouth and tried to flatten it out what was left. It was one of the one’d around his debut as Robin, sitting on a gargoyle under a moonlit sky.
Jason gently got off his knees with a wobble before he gently took his brother into his arms.
“I-I already got most of them taken care of.. It’s fine.. you didn’t- the baby been doing a lot of strange things to you. You nearly bit a batarang last week- it’s not- something like this was bound to happen and-“
Tim made a keening he folded himself into Jason’s side.
Looking around at the carnage as Jason tried his best to comfort his brother as he wailed.
“This shouldn’t’ve happened. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
He muttered as he rubbed up and down Tim’s back.
“Okay… Okay.. How about we go downstairs huh? We can go downstairs, and I’ll make us some hot chocolate ‘n’ we can put on one of those shitty b-rated horror movies we love to roast.”
Avoiding what Jason could only assume was a cup of coffee on the floor, he closed the door and gently guided his little brother down the hall.
Matt(about their dog):...Oh, what if we got like, a Biblical painting done with Petunia in it?
Foggy: Oh, that would be so cute. We should do like "The Last Supper."
Matt: Oh my God, that would be SO cute! We should do all different French bulldogs as the different apostles...
Foggy: Oh, and we should have Petunia in the middle where Jesus is, in front of the turkey...!
Matt:.....Wait, what did you just say?...Did you say "the turkey"?
Foggy: Yeah, why?
Matt: Would you just answer me one question...do you think that in Da Vinci's "The Last Supper", that Jesus, of Nazareth, is sitting in front of a TURKEY?
Foggy:...Yes, I do.
Matt: Thank you for your honesty. Just one more follow-up question - so then, what do you think they're celebrating?
Foggy: OK, I get it. I don't get this shit cuz I wasn't raised Catholic, and I'm fucking glad I wasn't cuz it's a fucked - up organization -
Matt: - Oh no, no, no...we ALL know that!...But what do you think those guys are celebrating?
Foggy(looks at the floor, then looks at Matt):...Thanksgiving.
Bob: Phoenix is cold-blooded. She once shushed a kid during Lion King on Broadway. That actually happened. We were at Lion King on Broadway, and there was a five-year-old behind us going, ‘Look, it’s Pumbaa! Look, it’s Timon!’ And Fee turned around and said, 'Are you going to talk the entire time?’ She’s my hero.
Today is a good day to remind people that "unrequited love will kill me so love me else I'll die" is only one take among many others on the Hanahaki trope and not what it inherently is