You Should Get Mike To Audition Lol, Or English Willy If He Comes Back-

Roses are red

Violets are blue

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Violets are Red

Roses are Blue

Wait that was wrong

I gotta redo

okay but that line goes SO HARD oh my god

imagine the “Robin meets the JL while Batman is away” trope but it’s inverted. instead of being funny and interesting and extroverted all of the Robins just bolt. bolt, hide, or fight. B told them not to ever let themselves get cornered and to run if a meta sets eyes on them. so they run, they hide, and they fight back with a tiny shard of holdout Kryptonite B had embedded in their gauntlet. they dig their boots in, clench their fists, and prepare to be immovable at <100 lbs.

I don't feel like Josephine gets enough love in this fandom, i love her so much what a supportive mom <3

getting hit by Charlie's Inferno, Too Much Exposition and High Hopes in that order is truly a vibe like no other

my spotify shuffle:

"...but everyone's true colors are revealed in acts of lust~" "i'm not sure i follow-"

BUM BUM BUM BUM "WHAT IS URINETOWN? URINETOWN'S THE END! SWIFT AND BRUTAL PUNISHMENT NO NEED NOW TO PRETEND!"

Bird!!

I made a bird :D

AU, where Jason returns to Gotham, but in between of his evil mastermind plans and managing the criminal empire, he starts working in this anonymous psychological hotline services.

And gets a call from Bruce-fucking-Wayne.

Well. It is not like Bruce announces that he is Bruce Wayne — it is anonymous, after all — but Jason knows his father's voice, alright?

'I don't need a physiological help,' his father tells him the minute he picks up the phone.

Jason... Snorts.

'Of course,' he nods, making his voice nicer. 'How can I help you?'

Bruce pauses, his breath hitching for a second; almost as if he recognized Jason's voice.

'My... my son thinks I need it, but I am fine,' Bruce insists. 'Still... I want to, well, fulfil a promise I gave... for once.'

Jason rolls his eyes, a familiar irritation flaring up in green flames before his eyes. He wonders who is this lucky son that gets to have such a diligent, responsible father - Dickhead? Tim? Damian?

'I see,' he breathes out, trying to follow a protocol of the calls. 'I am sure he will appreciate your loyalty. Will you tell him about it?'

'If he appears,' something screeches in the background, and if Jason closes his eyes, he can easily imagine Bruce leaning back on the armchair, in the Batcave. 'I... He only ever appears in my dreams, my boy.'

Jason freezes.

'Excuse me?'

'I... He is dead, my son.'

Had someone else died? Jason frowns, reaching for his phone, typing anxiously Nightwing and Robin in the search bar, trying to see if there is something serious happened; because he can't be talking about the second Robin, can he-

'I am sorry,' he blurts out, eyes drifting back to notes on the table, with some common phrases that can be used in this situation. 'I... Do you want to talk about, sir?'

Bruce is silent for a while. Jason thinks he is about to drop the call, but then, he sighs heavily on the line:

'His name was Jason. And he was the brightest boy.'

Jason mutes the microphone. He thinks he is going to vomit.

wait hold up i need to try this-

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WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME WE COULD DO THAT?????

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Your honor I would die for them

Brucie ♡ no personal space ♡ Wayne

BAT ° get lost ° MAN

Proshippers are NOT WELCOME on my blog. kindly fuck off

Why the fuck is there a proshipper in the Urinetown fandom get out of here we don't welcome you