It’s almost like she knows J is in that helicopter coming to get her and she’s looking at the Squad thinking, “Yeah, you and I can handle them easy.”
This little moment subtly reminds the audience that they are a team and that Harley is only there to get back with her puddin. Really does show what Harley is willing do to, willing to betray, to get back to Mistah J.
Joker’s thinking, “HEY, BABY! DADDY’S HERE AND READY TO GET ON THAT BEAR SKIN RUG WITH YOU!”
also forgive me because it’s probably gonna be short
“come over here and make me”
“y/n!” your boyfriend called, bursting into your shared hotel room.
you’re currently in london, spending some time on tour with him before classes start again. he had been in and out of the hotel room many times in the past hour, trying to get ready for the busy day ahead.
you on the other hand, had stayed in the exact same position on the bed for an hour, ignoring his calls for you to get up.
“seriously y/n, you need to get up or else we’re going to be late and andrew will kill me.” shawn pleads.
you rolled over, checking the time on your phone. there was still an hour and a half until you needed to leave the room for breakfast. you let your phone rest on the nightstand as you pulled the duvet over your head.
“there’s still an hour and a half.” you grumbled, “let me sleep.”
“y/n, you take an hour to get ready!”
“if you want me to get up so bad then come over here and make me.”
you heard shawn sigh, followed by his footsteps making their way to your side of the bed.
before you had any time to prepare yourself the warm duvet was viciously ripped off you, leaving you exposed to the air conditioned room in only shorts and one of shawn’s shirts.
“so first you’re sleeping in, and you’re wearing my hogwarts shirt? that’s it.”
he threw you over his shoulder, while you repeatedly hit his back.
“put me down! i’m tired!”
he set you down in the small washroom where all your things were laid out already.
Barry wanting Iris to see him as dating material decides to impress her the only way he knows how...with science! Pretty much just want Barry showing off to Iris with his scientific knowledge and she more or less humoring him.
“Did you know,” Barry said, “that popcorn pops due to a small drop of water inside of the kernel that, when heated to the right temperature, creates steam which in turn makes the starch inside the kernel into a gelatinous substance which allows it to burst open the hull of the kernel and create this.” He picked up a single kernel of popcorn, flicking it into his mouth with a satisfied grin.
Popcorn facts. The true way into a woman’s heart.
“Really?” Iris asked. “That’s truly fascinating, Bear. Is that something I’m going to be learning in chemistry this year or…?”
“Nope.” Just the truth of the world, he wanted to say. Just the science of everything.
Iris nodded, and then turned back to Gilmore Girls. Well then, he thought. He’ll have to try harder.
you know what i'm miffed about though? we were blessed with sammy getting laid but we didn't get any shirtless!sam! it would have been so easy to have sam pop his lil head up and just see a lil bit of naked torso behind the seat. come on, they cheated us.
"What have you done to your hair?" John exclaims. "Don't you like it?" Sherlock asks shaking out his exceptionally voluminous curls. "You look like a porn star," John replies. "THAT'S EXACTLY THE LOOK I WAS GOING FOR!" Sherlock exclaims. "You wanted to look like this?" John questions. "My stylist said that this was fuck me hair and that if I didn't get laid within 24 hours she'd give me my money back," Sherlock explains, "so do you want to fuck me?" "Oddly yes," John nods taking off his jumper.
William set at the bar drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey a little ticked off that his friend ditched him to go get laid and didn't even notice when a beautiful black haired woman sat next to him (war-priest)
Raven sat down as she didn’t try to drink but it would take her mind off things as she hated remembering the bad times she had. Leaving Yang wasn’t helping her either.
Marie and Mina had had plans to hang out and do some shopping in the early afternoon. She woke up and late, and didn't have the energy to get out of bed. She laid there for a few hours, staring at the walls and ceiling. Finally she shot Mina a text. [canceling today. Sorry.]
Mina looked down at her phone, and frowned. [Okay. You all right?] She knew it was close to that time, and wondered if this was why. This ‘date’ had been to keep her mind off it, but it didn’t seem to be working.