man one thing i really wish there was in the ddadds shippering side of fandom is joseph/mary/robert. because like. obviously robert and joseph had a thing, robert and mary are drinking pals, and mary and joseph are married!!!
so give me them realizing theyre all dumb and being a happy poly group
“harry’s the sickest. hands down one of the coolest guys i know. super nice. super talented. just bad ass. really humble. really quiet.”
“liam’s my neighbor. he lives across the street. liam’s great. he has a lot of energy. like me in the studio - jumps around.”
“i finally hung with louis a few weeks ago and we wrote. he’s just got his shit together now. he’s so sweet. i can’t say enough good things about him. i hadn’t see him in a while. i’d always see him out partying but he came to the studio and we wrote and just caught up. it was hard on the road always because it was like we’re making the album and there was a lot of hyper, not tension, but energy whether it’s egos or just being on the road and it was just a lot. so it’s nice to hang with them on the couch…. as humans.”
“niall’s the man. niall is the rock. he hasn’t really changed in the last six years. it’s that irish thing. he’s the sweetest guy on the planet. he hasn’t changed one bit.”
i was thinking about amazonian telepathy and i don’t think i can use this anywhere so
There were responsible ways to deal with being bored during League debriefs. Rather than do any of them, Diana adjusted her legs so that her knee touched Batman’s. A ragged tear in his suit meant that it was skin-to-skin contact.
She reached out tentatively.
Black Canary’s hair looks cute today, she ventured, an idle thought to share. She was careful not to go searching for any answers he did not give. She expected him to say nothing, and break contact.
Doesn’t matter, came his answer, so terse a dismissal it almost startled her. He didn’t move his leg. It seemed unlike him, but this form of communication did tend to be more honest.
How unfortunate, to imagine this was what he thought of their occasional conversations.
I’m sure she put a lot of work into it, Diana tried again. The bright blonde locks had been curled into ringlets before being drawn up into a ponytail.
Not for me.
She frowned. That doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate it.
Don’t need to.
You’re being awfully rude.
If I’d gone through such trouble, I’d want you to notice.
Not for me.
It will be, Diana decided. I’ll do my hair just like that, to spite you, and it will be the cutest.
Batman said nothing. Then he leaned back just a little, only enough to see where their knees touched. He glanced at Diana, then away. Was that you? he asked finally.
Of course, she said.
How long have we been having a conversation? he asked.
Since I pointed out the cuteness of Black Canary’s coiffure? she said. Batman did not respond. What did you think was happening?
She tried to look at his face sidelong, though she didn’t know why. Looking at him directly would make it no easier to decipher his minimal expressions. Do your intrusive thoughts often sound like me making observations about other women?
Can you two keep it down? asked J'onn. Some of us are trying to pay attention.
No you’re not, Diana accused. You just heard gossip and wanted in.
We’re not gossiping, Batman said. Don’t make me break truce.
I had also noticed Black Canary’s hair, J'onn said, ignoring Batman.