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How People Think the DC Trinity Works:

Bruce & Clark: making dumb jokes

Diana: Children, I work with children

How the DC Trinity Should Work:

Diana: How can you defend a country where 5% of the people control 95% of the wealth?

Bruce: I’m defending a country where people can think, act, and worship anyway they want!

Clark: Hey, hey, hey, stop fighting. Now Diana, maybe Bruce’s right about America being a land of opportunity. And Bruce, Diana does have a point about the machinery of capitalism being oiled with the blood of the workers.

total chris pine moments in wonder woman
  • stealing something from evil dudes and then just booking it
  • cooly dropping a bomb onto a building while flying away
  • ..then proceeding to crash said plane and drown
  • needing to be saved by others
  • ACCIDENTALLY bringing his problems into other people’s lives
  • just the fact that tons of dudes want to kill him (like same)
  • his face when the lasso of truth
  • claiming to be an expert in stealth and stuff yeah right
  • giggling as he swishes his feet around in the hot tub
  • casually talking about his dad’s watch while nude
  • seriously he was standing there for like 8 minutes put somE CLOTHES ON (he was just pretending to be embarrassed okay he wanted to show off)
  • being confused 99% percent of the time
  • sighing whenever diana does anything
  • giving others fashion advice
  • but also the impatient “it’s been 2hrs can we get outta here??” husband
  • not wanting diana to steal his spotlight
  • that dramatic ‘ow that hurt’ hand shaking post epic punch
  • remus lupin: don’t do the thing!! chris: i’m sorry did you say dO IT?
  • but is a total hypocrite cause he continues to nag diana NOT TO DO THE THING!
  • “you’re breaking up, i can’t hear you sorry BYE!”
  • makes a big fuss about not taking the drink but then ends up taking it anyway
  • ripping off jacket to reveal a whole new outfit and excitedly jumping into a stolen car
  • the pipe and the german accent (was that even acting cause all i saw was chris)
  • wooing all the ladies
  • …by buying them ice cream and doing stupid impressions
  • dramatic goodbye but his gf can’t even here him
  • grinning as he blows himself up
  • just a bunch of questionable life choices okay?
What DC OWES Princess Koriand'r
  • Big. curly . red hair 
  • Pupil-less green eyes
  • GOLD Skin (Gold doesn’t mean make her look like a white person who got badly roasted under the sun) also>>>>>(She is black-coded)
  • Magenta/Pink Starbolts.
  • Her Pre-52 outfit.

{basically, just stop trying to make her look like the cartoon Starfire}

  • Kory with a Y
  • R.E.S.P.E.C.T 
  • Explore her true potential. - MY QUEEN IS A POWERHOUSE
  • Leading the TT team
  • absolutely no slut-shaming my Queen
  • miles away from Tim Seeley or any other writers who trash her to prop up Dick’s xyz relationships.  
  • She is 6 inches taller than Dick Grayson - IT IS FUCKING CANON- stop erasing that, you sexist trash floating in the municipality’s drain.
  • acknowledge her importance in Dick Grayson’s life *openly scowls at the Nightwing Series
  • acknowledge her importance. period.
  • her pure, precious bond with Victor Stone and Donna troy
  • [Give her Mar’i back]

Me: Okay, I know Jason probably ain’t going to show up in yj s3. I know this. The writers already have such a full roster of heroes they need to explore, and Jason’s a pretty dark character anyway, so he’s probably not going to be there. I know this, and it’s fine, so-

Dark me: *whispers* But what if-

Me: *opening new document* NOOO-!

(It’s literally just jaytim though and I don’t really care)

Tim wasn’t sure if his brain was short-circuiting from the lack of sleep, or if he’d somehow been injected with a hallucinogen during the bust that night.

Either way, he was gripping his bo staff much too hard and not gripping a single coherent thought at the same time.

“You know, the pictures and video feeds don’t really do you justice,” The man observed, gazing at him from where he was leaning against the memorial, arms folded over the red insignia on his chest. “Damn, okay. That sounded too much like a pun.”

A laugh was startled from Tim’s mouth before he clapped a gloved hand over it, nearly biting his tongue for betraying him.

“Anyway, I figured someone would catch me here eventually,” Jason continued.

Secretly, Tim thought that the statement was a little misleading; Jason could’ve been in and out countless times without the team noticing. If Tim was finding him here, then he wanted to be caught.

“I guess I kind of missed it, you know?” He glanced back up at the memorial, a contemplative look on his unmasked face. “Good times.”

“What are you…” Tim managed to find his voice, after getting over the shock of seeing Jason up close for the first time since he’d come back. “What are you doing here?”

The smile that the question prompted was amused, and a little judgemental. “I just told you, didn’t I?”

“Right,” Tim tried to recover, and collapsed his bo staff before taking a tentative step forward. He was sure that this was dangerous, and probably against about fifty bat-rules as well as confidentiality protocol, but he removed his mask and wrung it lightly between his fingers. “You really shouldn’t… uh, Bruce would probably have a fit if he saw you in here.”

“Yeah?” Jason seemed to find that funny. “Maybe I’ll stick around this time to see it.”

“I wouldn’t recommend that course of action,” Tim responded, fingers still playing with the domino, to give himself something to do.

“Jesus, it’s like you’re a robot,” Jason pushed off the memorial and started toward him with a scrutinizing look on his face. “Who taught you to act like a stiff, anyway?”

“I learned from the best,” Tim answered, before his brain could catch up with his mouth. He clapped another hand over his forehead and waited for the floor to swallow him up.

Surprisingly, the quip seemed to delight Jason, who uncrossed his arms as he approached. “There you go, loosen up. I don’t bite.”

“Often,” Tim mumbled in correction, remembering some footage he’d watched himself. He wasn’t sure his face could get any redder after that.

Jason only hummed noncommittally in response while he slowly circled the teen. It would have been frightening -should have been, frightening- but a (not so) comforting thought occurred to him; that if Jason had really wanted to do him damage, he’d have already done it by then.

“Nice suit,” He finally said, coming around on his other side. Tim was nearly surprised that the words weren’t bitter or dark- just absent and almost teasing, as if they were sharing some sort of inside joke. “I’m guessing the stripes were Dick’s idea, huh?”

“No, actually,” Tim kept eyes on him when he returned to stand in front of him. “They weren’t.”

“Hm,” Jason crossed his arms again and leaned closer, as if he was trying to discern the color of Tim’s eyes. “Interesting.”

Being analyzed like a museum piece wasn’t a new feeling to Tim, but being analyzed like a museum piece by Jason Todd definitely was, and he was positive that he’d picked the worst possible time to remember the childhood crush he’d had on the second Robin. It made everything that much weirder.

“You know what else is interesting?” Jason asked, cocking his head to the side. “The fact that all your buddies are upstairs winding down after debrief, and you decided to ditch them to stare at a dead guy.”

“You seem pretty lively to me,” Tim muttered, rubbing the back of his neck where his hair curled over it, much longer than the buzzcut he’d had when he first joined the team.

“Sweet, but I was talking about the guy in bird colors over there,” He jerked a thumb toward his memorial. “Everyone knows I’m back now. So why keep it up?”

Then it was Tim’s turn to laugh, maybe a little sadly. “You’re joking, right?”

The frown that turned Jason’s mouth down told him that no, he wasn’t joking.

“They still miss you,” Tim explained. “Artemis, M’gann, Wally and the others. They keep the memorial there to honor you, even if you’re not dead, now. It reminds us all of what we signed up for.”

“That’s a little… disturbing, don’t you think?” Jason returned.

“It’s the thought that counts?” Tim suggested, lifting a hand, palm up as if to say I don’t know, man.

Jason blinked, still frowning. “Yeah, okay.” He regarded Tim for another minute.

“So, you really just swung by to reminisce?” Tim asked, finding it a little hard to believe even after he’d confirmed it before.

“Ugh, don’t say it like that,” Jason scrunched his nose and turned to start walking toward the back door. “Makes me sound old. But no, you’re right- that’s not really why I came here.”

He glanced over his shoulder when Tim hesitantly followed, a curious look crossing his expression. “I was gonna start shit, mess with some of the new kids like you, but,” Tim paused when Jason stopped, with one hand on the door handle. “I think I changed my mind.”

“Why’s that?” Tim chanced another question.

He shrugged and flashed him a sudden smile before disappearing outside.

anonymous asked:

I just thought about what if Jason accidentally fakes his death? Like the batfam thought his still in a warehouse or something when it blew, and his comms destroyed so they can't call him, and he just went to a safe house after to sleep and like he doesn't know until a few weeks later when he shows up at the manor to meet up with Alfred for tea.

would it be better or worse if he wasn’t even really getting along with the rest of the family at that point? either way you play it, jason has a bunch of redundancies for his safe houses, and he was trained just as well as any of them. there has to be at least one or two he’s managed to keep secret from the rest of the bats. 

jay doesn’t really make a habit of carrying explosives in his helmet anymore; that was really more of a one-off when he first came back to gotham. since then, he generally just carries more explosives with him to make up for it. because of that, and because he’s usually fighting standard-grade humans, it’s not all that likely that he tosses his helmet aside in the middle of a fight.

a warehouse blows. red hood was in it, they know that (it all but had “This Is A Trap For Red Hood” written all over it), and when searching it, the bats find the badly burnt remnants of hood’s shattered helmet. no body, but –

it’s easy to assume the worst. it’s already happened once, after all. they hold on to hope for a week, but they haven’t been able to find any sign of jason. he can’t be raised on his comms, he hasn’t been in any of the safe houses that they know of, oracle couldn’t find any sign of him on cameras. 

no sign of him in a hospital or even leslie’s clinic, no body matching his description in the morgue. (that last doesn’t mean anything. no body at the warehouse, but someone had set the trap – they could have easily dumped it somewhere else.)

there’s no sign of him, living or dead, anywhere in the city so far as they can tell.

red hood’s been throwing himself into ever-escalating fights since he came back to gotham, and finally they have to assume that this time, his luck didn’t hold long enough for him to get out. 

the family sinks into some kind of shock. it’s impossible to believe that they lost him again.

it’s not something that can even be explained to the public. how do you explain that you’re in fresh mourning for a son and brother that was declared dead over half a decade ago? 

then again, all the bats are good at hiding how they feel. 

they mourn quietly, but they mourn.

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murderxbaby  asked:

Yeah but now I want to talk about hummus......(no seriously, what's the deal? LOL)

OKAY SO. I have nothing against hummus as a food group, right. BUT a very silly mistake on my part has led me to be the biggest joke in all my friend groups. Because I can’t tell what hummus looks like, apparently.

Two years ago I was getting lunch with my friend in one of our school’s dining halls, right? And in the front there was free food samples which really isn’t that weird at my school. My friend went ahead, while I stopped to look at the samples bc free food is free food and why ever turn that down?  

Anyway the samples were apple slices and this brown creamy substance for dipping the apple slices in- which I assumed to be hummus since there was no food label. And I really didn’t think anything of it bc I had thought I’d heard about someone eating apples with hummus so okay whatever.

Well. The creamy brown substance was not hummus.

A few minutes later my mouth started to get itchy, I felt hot and had difficulty swallowing. I immediately realized what was the problem and went to my friend.

“Did you try the samples in the front?” I asked her.

“You mean the apples and peanut butter?” she said. “Yeah, why?”

I’M ALLERGIC TO NUTS. OKAY. I was having an allergic reaction- a mild one bc I’m more allergic to other types of nuts than peanut butter- AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAYS


I didn’t die of course but this story has led to numerous jokes ever since. This same friend gave me this card for Valentine’s Day THIS YEAR (TWO YEARS AFTER THIS WHOLE THING HAPPENED): 


Another friend of mine got a bunch of stuffed animals for Valentine’s Day and decided to name them after all the friends in our group. GUESS WHAT MY STUFFED ANIMAL WAS NAMED.


And then I made the huge mistake of telling my roommates this same story last night and they put this on my door:


So. The moral of the story is a) know what you’re eating before you try it, and b) I don’t talk about hummus unless I want this story to be retold for the millionth time in a row XDDD

(tagging @recyciedtrash and @youmeandhistory bc you know this story by heart by now damnit)

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An Actual Scene From Supernatural:

Dean: Cas! *laughs* Damn, it’s good to see you.
Dean: [brushes a finger across Cas’ cheek] Nice peach fuzz.

Castiel: How did you find me.
Dean: The bloody way. You feeling okay?

Benny: Why’d you bail on Dean?
Dean: [defensively] Dude.
Benny: The way I hear it you two hit monster land and hot wings here took off. I figure he owes you some back story.
Dean: Look, we were surrounded, okay? Some freak jumped Cas, obviously he kicked it’s ass, right?
Cas: [ashamed] No.
Dean: [dumbfounded] What?
Cas: I ran away.
Dean: [disbelieving] You ran away??
Cas: I had to.
Dean: That’s your excuse for leaving me with those gorilla wolves?
Cas: Dean.
Dean: You bailed out and what, went camping? - I prayed to you Cas, every night.
Cas: I know.
Dean: You know and you didn’t… [taken aback] what the hell’s wrong with you?
Cas: I am an angel in a land of abominations. There have been things hunting me from the moment we arrived.
Dean: Join the club!
Cas: These are not just monsters, Dean, they’re leviathan! I have a price on my head, and I’ve been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to… to keep them away from you. That’s why I ran.
Dean: [relaxes] [understands]

Dean: Hold on, hold on. Cas, we’re getting out of here. We’re going home. 
Cas: Dean, I can’t.
Dean: You can.

Dean: Hey, we’ll figure it out. Cas, buddy, I need you.
Cas: [brokenly] Dean…


Dean: Let me bottom-line it for you. I’m not leaving here without you. Understand?
Cas: I understand.