Headcanon for the Batbros, at the beach:
Dick, drawing something on the sand:
Duke: What’s Dick doing?
Tim: Looking for Damian.
Duke: By drawing a pentagram on the sand?
Jason: Exactly.
Bonus:
Duke: He’s not actually gonna show up-
Damian, coincidentally, shows up after Dick is finished with the drawing: You called, Grayson?
Duke: …
Buck: *looks at Ravi* Ya hear that Virgins! You guys are gonna live forever!!
Ravi: please leave alone....
pilot!bobby at pilot!buck
How.have I never noticed this?!
Antigonick by Anne Carson / I'll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson / Electra by Sophokles / Erica E. Goode
Alfred is just a mood
I love how all of the Batman villains are like “ah he’s not at the manor, it’s defenseless! and then alfred just racks an AK-47 and is like pull up bitch
i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
This is just funny
Bobby, calmly: Hello, Eddie. how long have you been sleeping with Buck?
Eddie, startled: What!?
Bobby, still calm: How long have you been sleeping with Buck?
Eddie, panicking: That's disgusting. And wrong. I don't even get-
Eddie, still panicking: Why would- I- I've never had sex with anyone anywhere. It's none of your- you- you have. The nerve. The audacity.
Eddie, trying to cover: Buck is my co-parent. Technically. And he is terrible face-wise. And how- how do I know, frankly, that you're not sleeping with him?
Eddie, trying to act calm: Maybe you are. Maybe you're trying to throw me off. Hmm? Check and mate.
Bobby:
Eddie, shouting: This is an outrage! Who do I call?!
^ what they said
Could you reblog this if you enjoy seeing your writer friends ramble about their wips on your dash?