everybodys out to get me

a comic about me learning how to drive

Mickey Milkovich: Character development.

1x10: “You say that again and I’ll rip your tongue out of your head.”

2x08: ‘’You think we’re boyfriend and girlfriend here? you’re nothing but a warm mouth to me.“

3x11: Not everybody gets to blurt out how they fucking feel every minute

4x11: ‘’Ian, what you and I have, makes me free. Not what these assholes know.’’

5x06: ”I’m worried about you, I love you

5x12: ‘’I love you” “It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit.’‘ 

6x01: ‘’I’ve been thinking about you, ever think of me?.’’ ’’Gonna wait for me?’’

7x10: ‘’I thought a lot about you inside.’’ ’’You’re under my skin, man. The fuck can I do? What can I do?”

Originally posted by arcticlightwood

Hi friends! Guess what. Commissions are finally open!

I’m a currently unemployed recent college graduate who is in major need of some money. I’m not gonna go into detail about my full financial situation (though tbh it’s not great and probably won’t improve for a while), but the job market sucks and any help/support/purchases would be greatly appreciated. Please email me at naiku.art@gmail.com if you’re interested in commissioning me!

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a bush dog

beauty & her beast

i. you fall in love with a girl
who is made of art and fairytales
and spirals of watercolors
in shades of rose petals

she is beautiful, and she is sad
she wears smiles like crowns
you wish she would breathe easier
(you wish you could breathe easier
around her)

ii. you are standing in a forest
waiting for the truth in stars
and chasing moonlight
your reflection in the river is twisted
a monster looks you in the eyes

the moon is full and empty tonight
as silver as your fur
wolves aren’t made for loving
(and who could ever learn
to love a beast?)

iii. you fall in love with a girl
who makes you feel human
her life is a masquerade ball
and you are made of masks

she sings laughter into your skin
the night sky fades
and the tides pull away from shore
drowning you in freedom

iv. you are standing on two feet
color fills your world
there are wolves in this forest
there is truth in these stars

v. you are in love with a girl
who carries poetry in her smiles
the sun sinks over the forest
she is in love with a wolf

— M.J.


@emmycheung asked: favourite mini improv from TDA ‘17

Theory of Relativity - Part 1

ao3 | ff.net

Summary: In which Dick Grayson gets de-aged and everybody freaks out

Okay, so let me just start off by saying that, yes, this is going to be more than one chapter long. I’m thinking about five or six. The only thing is, updates are going to be sporadic because of Teach Me to Dream, I just really wanted to get this story out because of a prompt I received asking for this specific story. Since I already had this written I figured I would post it.

Thanks to @laquilasse for helping with (and inspiring) this story.

When Dick wakes up cradled in Bruce’s lap, he immediately knows that something’s wrong. One, Dick doesn’t remember ever leaving the manor after falling asleep last night. It had been a school night and he’d already used up his weeknight patrols for the rest of the month.

The second is that he isn’t wearing anything. He’s wrapped up in a big leather jacket like it’s a blanket or something, and it dwarfs him so spectacularly. He’s small for his age, sure, but this is ridiculous. Only his knees down are bared to the cold—plus the parts of his face that aren’t smooshed into a shoulder or covered up by the jacket collar. And even then, it’s not too cold.

He doesn’t know what’s going on but he’s sure that this is Bruce who’s holding him—Batman, really. But he doesn’t think there’s much of a difference.

The way Bruce holds him is familiar, arms wrapped around Dick tight, but not too tight, like he’s not completely sure of his grip. The Kevlar armor plating and the cape under Dick’s cheek, the rough fabric of gloves as Bruce’s fingers card through his hair, the familiar rumble of the Batmobile humming from underneath them. This is Bruce, of that Dick has no doubt.

“He’s too quiet,” a voice says, and it’s low and soft, but Dick’s sure he’s never heard it before. “I don’t like it.”

It’s weird, because Dick thinks it’s coming from the driver’s seat. Since when did Batman let anybody but Robin get into the Batmobile? It’s only supposed to be Bruce and Alfred and Dick. Not even Uncle Clark is allowed to touch the Batmobile.

“He’s unconscious,” Bruce lectures, his voice maybe a touch deeper and gruffer than Dick is expecting, but it could just be Dick’s imagination. There’s a pause, and then Bruce huffs an exasperated breath. “Or are you?”

Busted, Dick think and he peels his eyes open. He doesn’t move his head from Bruce’s shoulder, though, just pulls the leather jacket tighter around him and pushes his face into the crook of Bruce’s armored neck. Bruce’s arms automatically tighten around him.

It’s only then that Dick asks, “How’d you know I was awake?”

“You know exactly how,” Bruce says, but it sounds nothing like when Bruce had said it as a joke the other day over a cup of hot chocolate. It sounds all growly an intimidating. It doesn’t—It doesn’t really sound like Bruce.

Dick frowns, choosing to file that piece of information away for later. He has more questions, after all. “Why aren’t I wearing any clothes?”

Bruce pauses. Dick can’t see what he looks like, so he can’t guess what he’s thinking. Probably wouldn’t be able to with the cowl on anyways. He can, however, see the stranger in the front seat, the one with the domino mask that looks like he wants to be anywhere else but here. Yeah, Dick can see him, and he thinks that this guy has to be on the same level of trust as Alfred to be sitting there, and that’s when Dick knows something is up.

Bruce doesn’t have anybody that he trusts more than Alfred. Dick doesn’t even think he makes the cut. Close, sure, but is Dick driving the Batmobile? Bruce probably wouldn’t even let him sit behind the steering wheel.

But the stranger, even with the mask on Dick can tell the guy’s shooting furtive glances at Bruce every so often. More and more the longer Bruce stays silent. They both know something, and neither of them are inclined to spill. Great.

So, even though he’s frustrated about it, Dick moves on. There’s no getting an answer out of Batman without a lot of hard work, and Dick’s not really feeling up to prying Bruce’ secrets out of him at the moment.

Instead, he says, “Fine. Then who is he?”

The stranger’s face twists up strangely, like he hadn’t been expecting Dick to say that, and honestly, Dick’s just about as confused as he can get. The stranger shoots Bruce another look, and then his gaze drops down to meet Dick’s from behind the mask.

Dick makes sure to meet the white lenses evenly, having enough experiences with masks to figure out where the guy’s eyes are. Besides, he’s already huddled in what’s probably this stranger’s jacket, looking like a little kid. There’s no way he’s going to show any more weakness in front of someone he doesn’t know. Even if Bruce seems to trust him.

“You don’t know me?” the stranger asks,, tone matching his expression.

“No,” Dick says honestly, and he feels it when Bruce heaves a sigh.

“Of course you don’t. Lucky you, then, I guess,” the stranger snarls. “Everybody’s just looking for an excuse to forget I exi—”

“Red Hood,” Bruce snaps, and the stranger snaps his mouth shut. Dick tries not to flinch at the shapr tone, and he succeeds, but his limbs lock up. He freezes. Because the last time Dick had hear that tone hadn’t been a pleasant experience, and it had led to the biggest argument Dick had had since coming to the manor.

Bruce catches on quick, but the stranger catches on even quicker. A sharp, mirthless laugh leaves his lips, and he gives Dick a sneer. “Well, that was a surprise. Didn’t think that the Golden Boy would ever be afraid of Batman.”

“I’m not afraid of Batman!” Dick protests, sitting up straight, even as his cheeks flush with ager. Bruce’s arms never leave him, but they do pull him in closer so that Dick’s back is up against Bruce’s chest. If he were afraid of Bruce, he would never even let Bruce near him. “What do you know?!”

“I know a lot,” the stranger says as they leave the city behind them, and he doesn’t sound like he’s joking. “I know that Batman’s actually Bruce Wayne. I know that you’re Dick Grayson. I know that being Robin get you fucking killed.”


“How would you know anything about being Robin?!” Dick yells over Bruce’s reprimand.

“I’ve been Robin, kid.”

Dick sucks in a sharp breath, eyes burning and a tightness in his chest that doesn’t make much sense. That can’t be right. He’d made a mistake before, yes, but Dick’s Robin. He’s the only one that’s ever been and ever will be Robin.

“I’m Robin,” Dick insists, because it’s his name, his colors, and Batman is his partner, and the stranger has to be lying. Trying to get under his skin or something. He turns to Bruce, who watches them both silently. Dick demands, “Why is he even here anyways?”

“Bruce needed my help,” the stranger sneers. “And you’re both lucky I was there or we’d have two incompetent rich kids.”

“Yeah?” Dick asks, because that’s another thing. “And how do you even know our identities?’

The stranger snorts. “Told you, kid. “I’ve been Robin. Bruce adopted me.”

That something is back again, telling him that whatever’s going on it’s so, so wrong. And Dick swallows past the lump in his throat. Because Bruce wouldn’t. He wouldn’t adopt anybody else. He hadn’t even been able to adopt Dick. And besides, this guy has to be in his late teens, or maybe even in his twenties. The stranger is lying.

And so, Dick tells him that, and he makes sure his tone is ice cold. “You’re a liar, you know?” Dick seethes. “I’m robin and I’m the only one Brue has taken in. Right?”

He turns to Bruce once again, but the cowl is still doesn, and while Dick is getting better at it, he still has trouble readin the visible half of Bruce’ face for any emotion. For some reason, it seems especially hard now.

After a moment, Bruce inhales deeply through his nose and peels off the cowl, and Dick can’t help but flinch this time. Because—it’s Bruce, but it’s not. He’s older and broader and the hidden twinkle of kidness Dick used to be able to find isn’t there anymore. This is someone else with Bruce’s voice and personality, and Dick think that if they weren’t in the Batmbile right now, he would probably be half a block away by now.

“Dick,” Bruce says, and it’s tired. “There’s a lot that we need to tell you, but I don’t think now is the best time.”

“No.” Dick’s stubborn on a good day, and there’s no way he’s letting this go without a fight “Why is the guy—” he nods to the stranger “—saying he was Robin? I’m Robin.”

“Not now,” Bruce repeats.



Dick wants to shrink away. But Bruce’s hands are still holding him in place as the atranger weaves the care down the long winding road to the entrance to the Cave. Bruce is looking at Dick, swaddled in a stranger’s jacket, like it’s been such a long time since he’s seen him, and it doesn’t make any sense.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” Dick says, just because he doesn’t know what else he’d supposed to think, and the anger’s back full force. “Why aren’t you telling me that he’s lying? Are you trying to replace me? Are you firing me again?”


The stranger jolts in his set, slamming on the breaks just as they make it to the Batmobile’s parking spot—and it probably would have been fine if Dick had been wearing a seat belt, but he’s still sitting Bruce’s lap, curled up in a leather jacket without his own hands to stabilize him, so he jolts forward with the momentum, too. Bruce barely pulls Dick away from the dashboard in time to keep him from getting a concussion.

“It wasn’t about Two-Face,” Bruce says once Dick is pulled back into Bruce’s hold, and Dick tenses at the use of past tense. Wasn’t. What is that supposed mean? “Trust me, Dick. Firing you for a situation I hadn’t prepared you for wasn’t your fault, and I’m sorry.”

Dick slumps back into Bruce’ comfort. “Then I don’t get it.”


“Make it uncomplicated, then,” Dick demands. “Who is he? Why is he saying he was Robin? And why aren’t you disagreeing?”

And why is Bruce so old? He looks like he’s agd twenty years in between last night and now, and Dick just doesn’t know what to make of it. At all. Maybe this is all some drug-induced hallucination, or something. It really wouldn’t surprise him at this point.

Maybe fear toxin. His worst fears had been his parents—and then Bruce—falling to their deaths. But ever since Two-Face, he’s had a sort of different fear on his mind.

And yet, everything seems so clear. Bruce’s touch feels so real. He just doesn’t get what’s going on.

“Let’s get you something to wear first,” Bruce says softly. Then he turns to the stranger. “Go upstairs and get some of Damian’s old clothes.”

Dick doesn’t know who Damian is or why he would have clothes upstairs, but apparently the stranger does, because Dick watches him leave without a word. There’s just a glance between Dick and Bruce and he’s gone. Then, it’s just Bruce and Dick alone in the car, and Dick has a sneaking suspicion that Bruce had wanted it this way. Wanted to talk without the stranger interrupting them again.

“What’s going on?” Dick asks in a small voice. “Why was that guy saying all that stuff? And why aren’t I wearing any clothes? Why do you look so different?”

Bruce’s expression is grim, but his eyes are honest. “Dick, before we left for patrol, you were twenty-four.” Dick opens his mouth to say something, to deny it, to say that’s impossible, but he can’t get anything out before Bruce is speaking again. “We ran into some trouble. A gang had access to drugs that are able to manipulate age and memory. You were hit with a dart containing the drug.”

“I don’t understand,” Dick says, and he feels empty inside. Blank. Numb. The sense of wrongness takes over, and this—this can’t be happening. Dick doesn’t remember being twenty-four at all. He’s eleven. He’s the Robin to Bruce’s Batman. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It’s true, Dick,” Bruce says.

And Dick can see it now, kind of. He’s been trained to put clues together since he became Robin, and he sees it all adding up. This isn’t his Bruce. If what he’s saying is true, then this Bruce is thirteen years older than what Dick remembers. And Dick knows that if he’d changed so drastically in just the two years Dick had been living at the manor, then there’s no way he hadn’t changed in six times that long.

But Dick shakes his head violently, backing up into the dashboard to the best of his ability. No matter how many signs are telling Dick that Bruce is right, he won’t accept it. Not yet. Not until he can get this straight in his head.

Because Dick wouldn’t have just given up being Robin. It’s who he is, and Dick would never let it go. Not in a million years. So the stranger has to be lying. Bruce has to be lying.

But Bruce’s eyes are clear, and his gaze is steady. His hand comes up to push Dick’s hair back from his head, and Dick relaxes into the touch. He remembers this touch from when he’d woken up, too. He’d been so sure that this was Bruce, just by his touch. Because Dick knows Bruce. They’re partners. It’s Dick’s job to know.

So Dick slumps, and he decides that, for now, he’ll believe Bruce, and hope that whatever storm comes from it, from losing thirteen impossible years, doesn’t destroy them.

Doodle-Do! Something A Little Different

In the midst of all the Overwatch, and the Swan Queen, and the general hectic-ness of life, there is LauBear. 

And really, there’s nothing better than that. 


on literally any website i go onto i always feel so awkward and out of place. like anytime i make a post on here that’s just me talking i feel like a kid that walks into the wrong classroom at school and everyone’s just starin at me like “lmao this bitch is dumb”



Consider this:

Finn teaches Sean to drive

“But… but you should never skip tail day!”

“Puh-reachin’ to the choir…”

“Is he stupid or something?  I’d go knock some sense into him, but it’d be too easy.  Like, a literal baby could beat him up!”

“Heh-heh!  I bet you’re right.   Y’know, I’d pay good money to see that.”

“No, shut up!  This is serious!  I’m gonna go talk to him!”

Yes!  You skip tail day!  Everyone thinks you’re a weakling all the time!  Because you’re so weak!  In your tail!”

“Buh- wha–?”

“Look, I’m not mad… I’m just worried about you, Raditz.  Some wild baby could headbutt you in the chest when you least expect it and then what would you do?”

“N-nonsense! My scouter would…”

“Those things are garbage!  I overloaded yours just standing here!  Didn’t your parents teach you anything?!”

“Well… my finishing move… I call it ‘Hump Day’, and–”


“I’m worried about your brother.”

“Huh?  You mean that green fox guy I met before the 22nd World Tournament?   Man, I ain’t heard from him in forever!  How’s he doin’ anyway?”

“Wait, I forgot you’re a damn jackass.  Never mind.”

“No problem!”

“What’s wrong with all of you?!”

“Oh.  You found out about Raditz, I take it.”

“At least he has a tail!”

“Aren’t you overreacting a little?   It’s a liability, really.  Besides, mine’s purple.   It’s a little… ostentatious, you know?”

“Dammit, this is why you’re still single, Trunks!  There’s plenty of color-blind women who’d never hold your half-breed tail against you!  Instead, you just lop it off before they even get a chance to know you!”

“Don’t you have something better to do?”

“It’s the same way you hide behind that milquetoast personality of yours!   No one even gets a chance to find out whether you use that sword to compensate for below-average unarmed combat prowess!”


“You keep building all these barriers, Trunks!  People can’t see the real you!”


highlights of the 18hr livestream’s Mario Kart sessions (feat. Supportive Brendan™ and Clueless Ashley™) pt. 3

• *lauren casually just feeds brian chips from offscreen*

• Brendan: “uh, Ashley, Kayla’s rooting for you because of strong women” Lauren: “no one rooted for me because of strong women!!” Brendan: “they all were upset because you left!” Lauren: “alright. okay yeah”

•Gabe: “these are the controls that have existed in every version of mario” Ashley: “I’ve never been good at it. also i haven’t played in like 15 years” Gabe: “it’s like riding a bike” Ashley: “i haven’t ridden a bike since i was 11”

• Brian: “hey can we please race in complete silence thank you so much”

• Lauren: “Gabe… who are you?” Gabe: “bottom right” Lauren: “well he’s a real grandstander, you might wanna keep him in check. look at him LOOK AT HIM i hate this guy”

• Brian: “guys sometimes you just go from 2nd to 5th in the blink of an eye. ain’t that just the way”

• Ashley: “am i supposed to be underwater???”

• Brendan *reading the chat*: “they’d like Lauren to continue cursing and they’re cheering for Ashley” Lauren: “i can only curse when I’m competing” Brian: “otherwise she’s like a Puritan” Lauren: “i’m a pure princess”

• Ashley: “Brendan, you and I are the same” Brendan: “at being terrible? fantastic. the score to beat, Ashley, is seven points total in four games”

• Joey: “FUCK. my. little. mouth.” Lauren: “Joey!” Joey: “sorry…” Clayton: “hey it’s not that little”

• *Clayton’s eating chicken and holding a bag of chips* Lauren: “it looks like you just pulled a chicken wing out of that bag”

• Ashley: “How many times do we have to go around in a circle?” Gabe: “three times it’s three laps” Ashley: “my hand is already hurtingggg”

• Lauren: “ooh the ghost!” Brian: “it’s a SQUID” Lauren: “no it’s NOT it’s a little ghost that goes around” Brian: “it is objectively… it is objectively a squid”

• Ashley: “i have carpal tunnel now”

•Ashley: “oww somebody hurt me and I don’t know why you would do that” Gabe: “Joey was that you you son of a bitch?” Joey *smugly*: “yes.”

• Lauren: “wait is that why i was moving so slow??” Joey: “yes well it stops you from moving very fast” Lauren: “what? i thought it was helping me… all this time it was cursing me?!?”

• Brian: “ok everybody get out their proverbial checkbooks cause it looks like Gabe is going down my friends”

• Ashley: “what do you want from me?! im trying really hard ok…”

• Lauren: “yeah jojo get him. fuck that guy he mugs too much”

• Ashley: “I’m really struggling with steering. You know what it is? I’m from California so I never really learned how to drive in the snow very well”

• Brendan: “Ashley you’re doing better sweetie!”

• Ashley: “i mean i hit that iceberg real good. i’m titanic”

• Lauren was just mumbling incoherently into Joey’s shoulder for a while

• Brendan: “someone provide Ashley with emotional support” Gabe: “you’re not last Ashley, you’re killin it”

• Lauren: “I am TIRED can we all just go to sleep now?”

• Ashley: “I’m gonna leave as soon as I finish losing this. I should already be asleep”

• Gavyn, to Ashley: “I’m behind you right now and I’m giving you all of the girl power vibes I’ve got”

• Brendan: “Kayla, I totally agree: the scoring does work like golf so I am still the winner in this room”

• Joey: “hell yeah I’m drifting hard I’m drifting fast and I’m gonna drift into this entire corner BYEEEE”

• Gabe: “someone just hit me with a goddamn boomerang” Ashley: “I hope it was me” Gabe: “it CANT have been” Ashley: “well SHUT UP you might have lapped me”

• Ashley: “I GOT TWELVE!!”

pt. 1 // pt. 2 // pt. 3

Speaking of character development...
  • "Kiss me and I'll cut your fucking tongue out."
  • "I miss you." - "You say that again, I'll rip your tongue out of your head."
  • "Take your hand off the glass."
  • "You wanna chit-chat more or you wanna get on me?"
  • "You ready to go again or you need some time, firecrotch?"
  • "Liking what I like don't make me a bitch."
  • "You're nothing but a warm mouth to me."
  • "I missed ya."
  • "How do you know if a guy you've been hanging out with likes you?"
  • "He isn't afraid to kiss me."
  • "Fuck you is what you were invited to."
  • "Would you at least look at me?"
  • "You love me and you're gay."
  • "I know what he felt with me. He can't fake that."
  • "It's a fucking piece of paper!" - "Not to me."
  • "Not everybody just gets to blurt out how they fucking feel every minute."
  • "DON'T."
  • "The other one. The readhead."
  • "I like fucking carrot tops."
  • "He in trouble?"
  • "I gotta take care of something important."
  • "25 bucks gets you a dance." - "25 bucks for your ass, huh? Never had to pay for that shit before."
  • "Jesus Christ, Ian."
  • "Don't make me say it, asswhipe."
  • "Yeah, sure. Got nothing better to do than watch a bunch of pruny queens slap their sacks against your asscheeks."
  • "Those fingers go anywhere near that cock, Imma break every knuckle on your hand."
  • "Ian, what you and I have, makes me free."
  • "I just want everybody here to know, I'm fucking gay."
  • "You're going down, Army."
  • "Fucking cheat on me, Ian? Won't get out of bed and you're fucking bouncing off the walls. I came out for you, you piece of shit."
  • "Red-head. Bat-shit crazy. Packing 9 inches."
  • "Are you out of you're fucking mind? [...] You are out of you're fucking... don't touch me. [...] You need to pack you're shit."
  • "You're sick. You need help. I got to take you to a hospital, Ian." - "Fuck you." - "Hey, hey. You are going to the psych ward or a fucking E.R. It's up to you. [...]" - "Okay... okay. I didn't know how important this was to you."
  • "I'm worried about you. I LOVE YOU..."
  • "His partner. Lover. Family. You know?"
  • "Can I go in with him?"
Sky High Sentence Meme
  • “In a world of full of super heroes, there are two that stand above the rest.”
  • “His super strength makes him pretty much indestructible.”
  • “She has the power of supersonic flight along with a mastery of unarmed combat.”
  • “You look at them and see the defenders of the world. All I see is my dad wearing tights.”
  • “Living up to the family name means that I’m supposed to save the world someday.”
  • “I just want you to know how proud I am that you’ll be attending my alma mater and someday following me into the family business.”
  • “Maybe the next tiem I punch a meteor hurtling toward Earth, I’ll be the one who shatters into a million pieces.”
  • “It’s nice to know that whatever happens to me, you’ll still be around to save the world.”
  • “How does it feel to save the world again?”
  • “Do you want every super villain in the neighborhood to know we’re here?”
  • “So you…you don’t have powers?”
  • “In a few moments you will go through Power Placement and your own heroic journey will begin.”
  • “Good deeds and good luck.”
  • “My judgment is final so there will be no whiner babies.”
  • “If life were to suddenly get fair, I doubt it would happen in high school.”
  • “I believe in only using my powers when the situation demands it.”
  • “His mom’s a hero and his dad’s a super villain.”
  • “Kids who inherit their powers…well, impossible to say.”
  • “May sidekicks are the offspring of one super parents and one ordinary parent.”
  • “You must never ever bring anyone into the inner sanctum.”
  • “Soon as she came smashing through the window, I knew she was the oen for me.”
  • “He’s got the ego the size of a giant robot.”
  • “Turns out I may never get my powers.”
  • “Everybody expects greatness from me.”
  • “So you’re a sidekick. It’s not the end of the world.”
  • “You have an awesome power. You could have made hero easy.”
  • “I’m not into labels.”
  • “Why would you choose to be a sidekick?”
  • “When do we pick our names and costumes?”
  • “We in Hero Support are trained never to panic.”
  • “You can’t kill a zombie. You can only kill rekill him.”
  • “It’s a power trip. That’s all it is.”
  • “I don’t have any powers.”
  • “The fact of the matter is I’m proud to be a sidekick.”
  • “All I ever wanted for him was to save the world.”
  • “We can’t change who he is.”
  • “Living up to your father’s reputation or trying to live it down is a sad waste of talent.”
  • “I say if you ever cross me again, I’ll roast you alive.”
  • “As you may have noticed, I got my powers today!”
  • “When the time is right, we’ll have our revenge.”
  • “From now on, people mess with us as their own peril.”
  • “You’re breaking down barriers, proving we’re not heroes and sidekicks.”
  • “I’d give you an F but that would only mean having to see you in summer school.”
  • “I’m a technopath, I can control technology with my mind.”
  • “Once they start handing out grades for destruction of school property, I’ll be in good shape.”
  • “We were hoping that you’d be the guests of honor and receive the award for Heroes of the Year.”
  • “You’re not supposed to use your powers outside of school.”
  • “Some say she was recruiting villains at the school.”
  • “To let true love remain unspoken is the quickest route to a heavy heart.”
  • “You didn’t have to walk me home.”
  • “Your loyalties are clear when it comes to friends.”
  • “Did I do or say anything last night to make you think this is okay?”
  • “I feel extremely dangerous.”
  • “When you spend your whole life kicking butt and taking names, I guess you make a lot of memories.”
  • “You’re a hero, she’s a sidekick. She was holding you back.”
  • “You do not dump me! Not the night before the dance!”
  • “You ever feel like you messed up something so bad that you’ll never be able to fix it?”
  • “If someone is a true friend, you’d be surprised at how understanding they can be.”
  • “How I ever lost to a fool like you, I’ll never know.”
  • “Just because you have powers, that doesn’t make you a hero. Sometimes it just makes you a jerk.”
  • “I don’t believe in using powers for violence.”
  • “She hatched a plan so daring, so visionary, to start her own Super Villain Academy and raise a generation of heroes from scratch as villains.”
  • “My only regret: that this may be the finest super villain speech ever given and you don’t even know what I’m saying.”
  • “Oh my God. I made out with an old lady!”
  • “I thought you were a sidekick.”
  • “I just want to say sorry because this whole thing was my fault.”
  • “How were you supposed to know your girlfriend was a psychopath?”
  • “You gave me one rule and I broke it.”
  • “Whatever you’re teaching them, keep teaching them it.”
  • “In the end, my girlfriend became my archenemy, my archenemy became my best friend, and my best friend became my girlfriend.”