Oh to live in a weird little town with gloomy weather and strange weird sounds in the woods and hushed whispers about strange sightings and an alarming amount of hauntings and a concerning amount of eye motifs and a library with conveniently placed section for everything that's relevant to the mystery and cloaked figures sneaking around and the occasional uncanny person and weird notes and maps and books and stuff being found around the town and oh to live in a weird little town with a mystery
Alpha brain: Aphrodite should be played by multiple different actresses to showcase how diverse beauty can be.
Sigma brain: Aphrodite should be played by the wives, daughters and mothers of the camera operators, so it is accurate to their perspective of beauty.
I'm with the " Thomas and Martha were actually weird as fuck before they died" crowd. I like to imagine vigilantism is just an old Wayne family tradition.
Martha Kane, serial sugar baby, casually stalks and kidnaps creepy men, abusers, and predators, only came at the Wayne Gala for a new sugar daddy after bankrupting Carmine Falcone:
Thomas Wayne, rich ass doctor with flexible morals, deep as fuck basement, and access to a RIDICULOUS amount of sedatives:
Bruce, freshly showered and in comfy pajamas, settles down at the kitchen island with a contented sigh. It’s been a long patrol—Clark had tried to intervene in a Riddler scheme and had crashed into the side of a water tower—and Bruce is ready to relax with one of his favorite treats. Smiling, he sets the Cadbury Creme Egg on his porcelain dish and sets to carefully unwrapping the foil. After carefully repositioning it several times, he readies his knife and fork to dig in to his prize.
Jason, hiding on top of the fridge: Hmm. Bruce is enjoying himself.
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dealer: got some straight gas 🔥 this strain is called "looking for half a dead body in the woods" you'll be zonked out of your gourd scott mccall: yeah whatever. i don't feel shit
5 minutes later: dude i swear i got bitten by a massive wolf last night
stiles stilinski, pacing: derek hale is lying to us.