Work In Progress..

If Peter + Jason, Dick and Tim went out on a boys trip

To Japan. As detailed through timestamps:

5pm - pregame

Tim has been day drinking at previous event and comes to the pregame mildly tipsy

On the contrary Jason forgot to skip his meds that evening (for the first time?!!) and is consequently suffering stone sober

(He’s tried to leave three times already and plans to perform an Irish goodbye)

Dick is a little tipsy but he’s saving it for the main event

Peter has accidentally had too many Shirley temples (unaware that they weren’t clean) and upon discovering so, has begun adamantly repeating that he’s ’not even drunk yet’. This will only worsen with time.

6pm - The drive

Tim ordered the Uber - he sent a venmo request to Jason and to no one else

“You scamming little freak that ride was not $60.”

“Oh yeah I added $40. For GST.”

“That’s not how GST works! You kno-YOU KNOW THIS! How the HELL are you running a conglomerate-“

Peter “I will listen to just about anything”Parker was on aux earlier but got muted when his megaplaylist wouldn’t stop playing brown noise

“why don’t you sort this shit by vibe? why is there a Rihanna song next to minecraft ambience? What is going on -?you know what- stop. GIVE IT HERE-”

Dick has been suspiciously quiet throughout the ride and it’s because he’s wearing earplugs. He and Peter have been sharing a packet of trail mix through the gap between the front and back seat since the trip began.

6:30 - Dessert stop

The first bar they go to is super dead so they ditch without buying a round (Peter grabs a sparkling water bc he feels bad 💔)

They stop at a dessert spot across the street that Tim insists they visit

Jason ditches halfway to go god knows where because the line is LONG

Dick starts chatting up the people in front of them to pass time (social anxiety fears him)

They end up getting invited to a street festival which they spontaneously decide to go to.

But then they’re walking and guess who they find near the Sanrio pop up entrance with bags fucking galore

And Jason refuses to elaborate aside from claiming “it’s a write off” but??

“you don’t even pay taxes??”

7:45

They’re in the centre of the street stalls line up and everyone has split off to explore the stall on their own

8:00

Tim is FaceTiming Steph obnoxiously loudly by the trinket stalls

Dick is taking selfies with his sakura shaped ice treat, ignoring the small gaggle of girls gearing up to approach him (he’s been asked about the club he Hosts at…three times already)

9:50

Overstimulated, Jason went into an alley for a mandatory shut up and smoke break.

Peter’s joined him but those spiked jelly shots from earlier are WORKING and the jet lag is making him sleepy so he’s crouching

But now they lowkey look like shady criminals from afar

Local authorities have circled the area twice to check on the gangsters in the shadows practically scaring the hoes

They end up having to go home early bc if it

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This was just a silly idea that came to me while working on my Peter in Gotham fanfic so hope yall enjoyed :)

“What’s your fav hp ship” you can’t just ask me that. It’s personal. It’s private - there are LEVELS to this… I need to know how far along the ship pipeline you are to reveal mine

Like don’t have time to explain why harry x Luna works when im in the trenches of bluna discourse…mamas busy

Headcanon: Percy and Annabeth, as a result of being a loving, functional, equitable couple, have caused no less then 8 break ups among their acquaintances.

Annabeth's friend in New Rome watching Percy run two blocks to the drug store to get her Advil for her ankle, because she left it at home that day by mistake:

Friend: Gods, how did you train him that good?

Annabeth, barely paying attention to what she said: huh? Oh I didn't train him much, really. I taught him Ancient Greek, some myths and stuff. I mean, I guess I kind of trained him in battle strategy? But that was more of a "learning on your feet" kind of thing.

Friend: No I mean train him to do whatever you ask, or do things without even asking.

Annabeth: What?

Friend: Like if my back was hurting, I don't think my boyfriend would run two blocks to Walgreens for me.

Annabeth: That's fucked up.

Friend: You ... didn't teach him to do that?

Annabeth: To be nice to me? No, I didn't.

Friend: Ugh, you're so lucky.

Annabeth: I ... think I'm going to kill your boyfriend, actually.

~

Percy forgets to print his paper and somehow manages to leave his computer at home. Annabeth is still home when he calls, and she logs into his computer, prints it for him, and brings it to him before the deadline with his favorite smoothie (she had time to spare, and her best friend was stressed).

Percy: You're amazing, babe. Thank you so much.

Annabeth: Of course. See you later. Love you!

Percy: Love you too!

Some guy in his class: You're so lucky. My girlfriend would never.

Percy: Oh, why not?

Some guy: I don't know. She just doesn't do things like that for me. And the smoothie? Fuck, you're lucky.

Percy: I mean, I know I'm lucky, but ... I don't know, it didn't even occur to me that she wouldn't do me a favor.

Some guy: And she doesn't, like, call you stupid for forgetting?

Percy: No. I mean, she might call me seaweed brain, but that's different.

Some guy: She didn't call you seaweed brain just now.

Percy: You're right she didn't ... hold on [calls Annabeth]. Hey are you mad at me? Well, it's just that I did something silly and you didn't call me 'seaweed brain.' Well, sure anyone could do it, but I did it. No, it doesn't hurt my feelings. Yeah, I like it. Thanks, I love you. [hangs up]. You should break up with your girlfriend by the way.

Peter who completely forgets he used a random date for his birthday when he was forging his papers

and then gets jump scared when he steps into his apartment and (amongst other guests) a bloodied Wally, a kilt wearing Roy, a hockey-masked Dick, and a blue scrubbed, scalpel wielding Artemis all yell surprise at him (the date was in fact Halloween)

Peter: so..if Dick is the chainsaw massacre guy, what are the three of you supposed to be?

Wally: (confidently) well, I think ours is pretty obvious - It’s a couple’s fit!!

Peter: (looking between Wally and Art) okay..and you are?

Artemis: A surgeon. He’s the organ donor I trafficked.

Peter: . . .what-?

Artemis: boring right? I think I’ve seen three other couples with the same costume on the way here.

Peter: *suddenly remembering he’s in Gotham*. . .yk what, yeah that checks out.

Roy: I’ve kept it simple this year. I’m an Irishman.

Peter: well that’s lazy. You were already ginger - and why exactly is that terrifying anyway?

Roy:

Peter:

Roy: (deep breath) Okay, I’m going to talk about Ireland. Specifically I want to talk about the famine-

[Damian and Peter sketching on some rooftop]

Damian: what did you draw?

Peter: (flipping his sketch book) A dog. And he’s bored. What did you draw?

Damian: (sighing) A stick.

Peter: A stick??

Damian: A stick from the park where YOU PROMISED TO TAKE ME TODAY!!!

poison tree sighting (in my restless dreams, I see that town)

May our bodies rot together.

The original "Damn Bitch you live like this?"

Trying to explain scenes from my fic to anyone but words escape me and the characters do whatever they want and I need to literally project the visuals into your mind complete with a soundtrack of whatever song I was cooking it up to so I end up saying um and ah alot

but pleek you get it right? RIGHT-

Oh I could tell you where your lillies went…but you wouldn’t like it 🙂‍↔️