Excuse Me Mister Di Angelo?

2019 isn’t going to be any different unless you actually put effort in to change it

Cassandra: “Sir, Superman is on line one.”

Batman, over the phone: You uhh… You guys still there? Red Hood/Jason: Yeah no, we’re still here ummm can…Can you run that back again? There’s, there’s no way that we heard that right. Batman/Bruce: I want you to stay on the lookout for Skeletor. Red Hood: All right, ok, so we did, we did hear that right it was just fucking dumb. Nightwing/Dick: Bruce I think you might need to clarify more cause that seems like you’re just saying that as a turn of phrase. Are we hunting for Doctor Destiny or what? Batman: Listen this is all I know, you’re looking for a large man with a skull for a head, in a suit that is covered in bones, who is wearing a cape, with a voice that sounds like two chalkboards trying to kill each other. Red Hood: Ok, that does sound a lot like Skeletor. Nightwing: Does he have like a name of any kind or does he literally go by Skeletor? Batman: Alright so there’s the thing, I’m gonna be honest with you Dick, I got so annoyed at his voice that I started blocking things out. I don’t remember exactly what his name was, it was Lord Something-or-Other I don’t… Robin/Damian: Lord Death Man. Batman: Wait hold on a second, what? Robin: The guy, his name is Lord Death Man. Batman: Oh, sweet. Good Job. How did you remember that? Robin: He’s my girlfriend’s boss. Batman: Oh ok cool… WHAT?! Nightwing: Bruce? Bruce you there? Bruuucccee? Red Hood: Dick? Nightwing: BRUCE! And I think he hung up on us. We need to teach him how to hangup the phone like a proper human being. Red Hood: Dick. Nightwing: Like he’s been hanging up the phone like he’s in a movie since I was a god damn Robin. I mean you’d think living in a house with the most polite person on the planet he’d learn to hang up the phone like a normal human being… Red Hood: DICK!   Nightwing: What! Red Hood, nodding his head towards something off screen. Nightwing: What are you looking at? *camera pans to Lord Death Man crouched behind an object, ineffectuality attempting to hide* Nightwing, whispering: What the fuck is he doing? Red Hood, whispering back: I think he thinks we can’t see him. Nightwing, still semi-whispering: He’s just crouching there. He’s not even hiding that well. Why would we not be able to see him? Red Hood: Hey! LDM, looks around. Red Hood: Yeah you. Buddy! LDM, stands slowly: Yes? Red Hood: You Skeletor? LDM: N..no. Red Hood: Okay. Who, uhh… Who are you then? LDM: L..Larry. Red Hood, quietly to Nightwing: This motherfucker just say Larry? Nightwing: What’s your uhh… What’s your deal man? LDM: I am to be Batman’s nNemisis for I can not DIE! *Red Hood immediately shoots LDM in the head* Nightwing: HOLY SHIT JASON WHAT THE FUCK MAN? Red Hood, casually: What, you heard him. He said he couldn’t die. Nightwing: And you just took him on his word for that!? Red Hood: Dude’s dressed as skeletons usually only have one type of power, come on. Nightwing: He better start fucking breathing. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Come on, come on. LDM: *gasps back to life* Nightwing: Oh thank fuck! LDM: You SHOT ME! Red Hood: Oh my god your voice somehow got worse. Nightwing: Hey Jack Skellington, you still all there? LDM:  I still have all my memories, yes. Like all the Pokemon and their evolutions. *Red Hood shoots LDM in the head again* Nightwing: JASON WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT! Why did you even do that?! Red Hood, deadpan at the camera: I absolutely hate forced reference jokes because they are extremely lazy and they piss me the fuck off. Nightwing, quietly as an aside: I wouldn’t do that. People got real mad when Batman did that last time. Red Hood: I’m wearing a beanie and he’s in shorts. What the fuck do you want me to do? Nightwing: Alright that’s a fair point. LDM, wheezing back to life: I thought it was funny. *Red Hood instantly shoots him again* Nightwing: DUDE! Red Hood: Alright, I’m done.    

reblog to beat the joker to death

Jin will act in a K-Drama.

Reblog to make Jin’s dreams come true. Ignore to break his heart.

So I’ve recently gotten into the Percy Jackson fandom

bernard loves taking care of tim after his missions of saving gotham. he knows that tim’s always so stubborn in a self preservation type of deal, but he doesn’t care. if he can’t help him out in the field, he can help him at home.

bernard assists by first helping tim shed off his robin suit. he’s careful with his movements, not wanting to jostle the fragile thing beneath his fingertips. he was the last person to ever hurt him, and he didn’t want to ever be one of those people. so he takes his time helping him out of his clothes, allowing tim the space to say no at any moment.

he doesn’t.

so bernard slowly guides tim to the bathroom, cleaning his dirt covered hair with gentle fingers before washing off all the dried blood and debris that caught onto his achy skin. he loves how thorough he is, almost passing out in the tub before being softly shaken so he could keep his eyes open.

tim’s embarrassed to be treated so gently, unlike the roughness of the outside world, but he doesn’t vocalize it because he likes it. he likes being taken care of more than anything and he knows he shouldn’t get attached, but he can’t help it.

and after treating him like he was the most precious treasure on earth, bernard helps tim out of the bath and change into pajamas. tim requests wearing bernard’s clothes because it would make him feel safer, and bernard agrees happily.

but before they could sleep, tim needed to get bandaged up. bernard fished out his first aid kit that he bought immediately after finding out his boyfriend was robin and began to carefully wrap every scratch, cut, and bruise that needed to be compressed. he’s so attentive to what hurt and what didn’t, how each bandage was wrapped tight so there wasn’t a risk of infection or how the gauzes were placed so accurately that it caused a flare up in him.

tim feels like he’s gonna cry.

not because he hates this— oh no, far from it. it’s so intimate and sweet that it’s foreign to him. he’s never had anyone handle him with such kindness before. sure, there was bruce, but bruce wasn’t bernard. no one was.

he notices his choked up expression (of course he does, bernard notices everything) and he placed a gentle kiss as a reminder that he was still there and that he didn’t think any less of him for coming home half dead nearly every week.

after the bandages were done, bernard takes tim into his bed and lays him down. he intended to leave so he could sleep but he felt a gentle clutch at his wrist and a soft sob like voice rip through the air.

“please. stay.”

and how could bernard deny a request like that? he just nods, pressing a benign kiss to tim’s forehead to ensure that he’d stay. sliding into the place next to him, he doesn’t comment about the way tim immediately clings to him and keeps a tight grip on his shirt, almost acting as a lifeline of sorts.

he needs bernard to stay grounded.

and bernard needs him to stay alive.

i saw a comic panel where Conner's just gawking at some boobs and he goes "I was chest choking--I mean, I was just joking!" And, yknow what, i found it incredibly funny, so I made it timkon

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