At The Watchtower

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried

if i don’t get a ted lord x reader fic rn i will tweak out

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

JeSsIcA gRaYsON dId YoU sLEeP WiTh Mr.WilSoN

imagine a new member of the x-men not understanding rogue, & gambit’s dynamic, & thinking it’s a something WAY different than what it is. like;

*gambit not leaving rogue alone cuz he wants a kiss or something*

new member: u know if he doesn’t stop u should probably file a harassment claim

rouge who secretly likes it: 😳

gambit: A WHAT NOW?!?!?!

At the Watchtower

Kon: So then ma says "well you're not coming back into this house until you've caught every single one of them pigs"-

Tim: [clutching his coffee-mug and listening intently] without powers?

Kon: Of course! So there I am, covered in mud, and all I want is to eat some pie and go to bed-

Tim: [nodding enthusiastically while Kon continues his story]

Clark: [looks on from a distance]

Jon: [a few seats away] Did I tell you we got a new cow on the farm?

Damian: [with interest] what did you name her?

Jon: We haven't decided yet, Kon wants to call her Dorothy, but pa and I-

Damian: [earnestly interested]

Clark: [side eyes Bruce who's sitting next to him going through reports]

Clark: Hey Bruce?

Bruce: [grunts]

Clark: did I tell you we got a new cow at the farm?

Bruce: [hums noncommitally and continues reading]

Clark: [strained] Kon wants to call her Dorothy, but I think we should call her Susie and Jon-

Bruce: [sighs exasperatedly]

Clark:

Clark: [rips the reports away from Bruce with super speed]

Bruce: What the hell?

Clark: You're such a bad friend!

Bruce: what?

Clark: why am I stuck with you when my children's bat friends are so nice?!

Bruce:

Clark: Look at Tim! He's so nice! Why can't you be like that?!

Bruce: You want me to be like Tim?

Clark: Or Damian!

Bruce: [rubbing his temples] You want me to be like Damian?

Clark: I want you to listen when I talk!

Bruce: you were talking about cows

Clark: that doesn't matter!

Bruce: It matters a little

Clark: Cows are interesting!

Bruce: Cows are the opposite of interesting.

Clark: Well, I'M interesting

Bruce:

Clark: Bruce, tell me I'm interesting.

Bruce: [gets up and starts walking away]

Clark: [shouts after him] Bruce! Tell me I'm interesting!

Bruce: [walks faster]

-a week later-

Wonder Woman: Are Batman and Superman having a fight?

Flash: yeah I think so. I don't know what about though

Martian Mindhunter: I believe Batman insulted Superman's cow

Wonder Woman: I see.

Black Canary: Sometimes I wake up at night and think about the fact that they are two of the most important members of an organization that protects the world from certain annihilation and then I can't go back to sleep

Green Lantern: [feet propped on the table, throwing almonds into the air and trying to catch them in his mouth] yeah it freaks me out too

Black Canary: [glances at Green Lantern] never leave us, Diana.

i’m done-

MJ: Eat the rich

Peter: I do, every night.

Johnny, from across the room: He’s damn good at it too.

MJ: oh my god

honey, that is not what i would’ve been worried about

Every day my English teacher makes one person read an excerpt from a book of their choice. I was one of the first people to go and I read from red, white and royal blue. I had the guts to bring the book in person instead of reading the quote from my phone (like a normal person) and my teacher FREAKING RECOGNIZES THE BOOK COVER. So then of course I’m screaming on the inside because I was hoping no one would realize what I was reading from. When I finished she said she knew of several students who were reading the book and now I don’t know how to feel.

Tl;dr: took a gay book to school and my English teacher recognized it.

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Courfeyrac: I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Combeferre a little bit.

Enjolras: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Courfeyrac: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Enjolras: My mistake.