Teenage Chuuya And Dazai Who Accidentally Developed Quite A Couple Of Inside Jokes Over The Course Of

Not guilty!

Jason: *on private line* Swanhead.

Tim: Red Hood. Don’t call me that. What is it?

Jason: Send me my location, I don’t know where I am.

Tim: Hold-

Dick: *batkids group channel* Hey Baby Bird.

Tim: Nightwing. Again don’t call me-you know what? Nevermind. What’s the problem?

Dick: I need you to send me my location, I got kidnapped overseas.

Tim: Red Hood too.

Jason: Hey! I didn’t get kidnapped, I was violently taken hostage for a minor drug deal that went wrong. Totally different.

Tim: Right.

Jason: Listen here you little shi-

Dick: Oh, Little Wing’s in Belarus. Coordinates: 53.6212, 27.94683 and there’s a bike nearby he can use to get to the aircraft landing space close by but he’ll have to be careful because it’s swarmed by mean-looking guards.

Tim: …..

Jason: Since when are the guards nice-looking?

Dick: Little Wing, when you get kidnapped as often as I do, you get to pick and choose who you like.

Tim: Not getting into that mess but how’d you know Jason’s coordinates?

Dick: Older Sibling’s Intuition!

Tim and Jason: Bullshit.

Tim: Anyway, I’ll send Batman to pick you up.

Dick: Wait, no, Batman will bring Robin and little D just went over to J-Superboy’s house to play video games.

Tim: ….Okay, then I’ll send Batgirl.

Dick: No Batgirl’s throwing it back at a frat party so don’t bother her. She’s winning.

Tim: Orphan.

Dick: No she’s busy dismantling an underground mercenary establishment in Shanghai.

Tim: I’ll-

Dick: Nah, enjoy your date with your golden teddy bear tonight. It’s also a bit of a distance to go from Gotham to Metropolis to pick up your other one.

Tim: OKAY HOW DO YOU KNOW EVERYONE’S LOCATION BUT YOUR OWN?!

Dick: ….Tee Hee 😋✨

Jason: *muffled* did he just “Tee Hee?”

Tim: ….where are the kidnappers, I gotta rescue them.

Dick: *in the background on Dick’s line: sobbing and nonstop muffled thank you’s*

Dick: Whaddya mean? They’re fine. Right, guys? *more crying heard*

Tim: Dick….

Jason: *on private channel* Shushhh. Just let him have this. Still send help though. For them.

Been thinking a lot about wizards lately.

Bsd fandom be like- omg skk are so toxic, they hate each other, make each other worst, they are so bad for each other.

The skk in question-

They are literally annoying little toddler besties who like to annoy each other. They act like the other has cooties and then go and invade the others space like its a competition.

Fuck Israel

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

Max: Okay, I will just shortly go to the toilette.

Kim: Ok.

Max: I will be right down the floor.

Alix: We know.

Max: So don’t do anything stupid, understood?

Kim: Uhu.

Max: *leaves*

Kim: Alix, I dare you to climb to the roof with me from outside the school.

Alix: *climbing out the window* You’re so on, Meathead.

Traditional Chinese wedding for Shiguang for the amazing donator @/irlccryptid for the Link Click Gotcha for Gaza event @/SGDLRaction (on twitter). Donation period for the event is over but keep donating if you can and keep supporting 🍉🇵🇸!

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BDS movement boycott targets

The man who slid from his horse was not his son. Not as he’d known him. Uther was still seeking answers for what had befallen Camelot, for what had become of his son, but he wasn’t certain the man before him could give him those answers.

He was changed. The man Uther had sent out to settle unrest along the northern border had been young, eager to please, there’d been a confidence in him that came from the arrogance of youth rather than confidence in his own abilities, something Uther had frequently taken advantage of.

This man bore none of that youthful arrogance. He stood tall, shoulders firm, sure in his own power and strength. The clean youthful lines of his face had given way to rougher lines of hard living, of a neatly trimmed beard.

He did not bow at Uther’s feet, rather he greeted him as an equal.

No, not an equal, Uther saw that in the way this grown version of his son eyed him.

“Father,” he greeted.

“My son,” Uther returned, longing to reach forward and bridge the gap between them and yet knowing it would not be welcomed. For once it was he who felt wrong-footed by their exchange. Something made all the worse when the ranks of knights behind Arthur, some familiar, most not, parted and another man strode up the stand beside Arthur.

Stand beside him as an equal. That at least had not changed, then. Merlin had always been an atrocious servant.

His son’s manservant had changed too, perhaps as much, if not more than Arthur. He stood tall and confident beside his master, clothes better made than he’d ever worn before, at least in Uther’s presence, a thick beard covered his jaw.

“You have returned with answers, I hope.”

“I have,” Arthur replied, his words were unexpectedly made of steel.

“We’ll speak inside.”

“Yes.”

Arthur turned to his head knight, a man Uther did not recognise and issued orders to deal with the horses and the men and then, with words that struck Uther deep he said, “And someone find Ygraine before we lose her to the sights of the Lower Town.”

“Ygraine?” Uther choked out.

“Our daughter,” Arthur replied curtly.

“A grandchild?” He uttered in wonder.

“We’ve much to discuss.”

Uther certainly thought so, no more than when one of the knights stepped forward and said, “King Arthur, the princess is with her grandmother.”

King Arthur.

Much to discuss indeed.

Nathalie: Well done, Sir! You didn’t akumatize anything in 2 weeks, 6 hours, 39 minutes and 41 seconds! Here you go.

Gabriel: Is this a Sticker?

Nathalie: Not just any sticker, it has ‘Me-wow’ on it, as a Cat Noir pun, you know, because you haven’t tried to get his Miraculous in 2 weeks, 6 hours 40 minutes and 2 seconds!

Gabriel: I am not in a nursery.

Nathalie: In case you don’t want it, I can always just give it to Adrien, he is ecstatic every time I give him one.

Adrien: *standing in the door way with excitement all over his face* A sticker? For me? With a pun? A cat pun? A-are you serious Nathalie?

Nathalie: *gestures to Adrien with a ‘told you so’ look*

Gabriel: No! Back off! It’s mine! I earned this!

Adrien: *tears are coming* Bu-but... I...

Nathalie: Here Adrien, for you. Because you’re paw-sitively claw-some.

Adrien: Oh, thank you Nathalie! You’re the greatest person alive! Here, I have something for you too, I drew a picture of us as sticker-superheroes!