I sometimes wonder if Two-Face ever drops his coins when flipping it, sure he isn’t infallible especially with a effed up left side face. I bet when it does the batfamily helps him and treats him with patience after all that’s their father’s former bestfriend
Two-Face: Nightwing, your fate shall be decided by my coi— ah shit I dropped it.
Red Hood: for fucks sake, get on with it already!
Tied up Nightwing: …
Robin: it rolled over there *points at the couch*
Two-Face: *bending down and struggling to reach underneath the couch*
Red Robin: here let me help you harvey
Robin: here I found it *gives a cent*
Two-Face: No! That’s just a regular cent mine was customized I had to pay hundreds of dollars for it to have skulls and—
Red Robin: wait is it one of those coins from youtube that has like cool art that has secrets you can do like press small buttons and open up a compartment?
Spoiler: that’s awesome, does yours do that? then I’ll help look for it
Two-Face: No—
Red Hood: you got scammed dude
John and I did run into some trouble in Frankfurt, Germany… Somehow, the desk clerk at the airport hotel couldn’t find our reservations, and no amount of my pleading could convince him to give us some rooms. I reported the bad news to John, who’d been “hiding” in the hotel lobby by using his old disguise of staring close up at a wall.
“They have no rooms,” I said.
“They have rooms!” he said. “They always have rooms!”
“Maybe you can try?” I asked. “I mean, you are John Lennon. If anybody can get us rooms, you can.”
“I can’t do that,” he said. “I can’t say, ‘I’m a Beatle: give us rooms.’ ”
“John, it’s raining outside. We can’t walk around Frankfurt in the rain all night.”
John sighed and headed towards the front desk to reluctantly play the Beatle card. For the next few minutes, I watched as he and the clerk chatted, occasionally smiled, and at one point even laughed. And then, for some reason, John pointed at me. The clerk stared in my direction, nodding furiously. A few moments later, John came over with two keys.
“I told him you were Paul McCartney,” John said. “That seemed to work.”
It worked, all right. I was given a gorgeous suite with a feather bed and a sauna. A little later, the desk manager sent up a tray of delicious snacks and a bottle of wine. Life as Paul McCartney was clearly good.
But then, early in the morning, John was at my door, looking tired and miserable. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “This place is such a dive. They gave me a bloody closet.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “This place is great!”
John stepped into the suite, surveyed its opulence, and his jaw practically hit the floor.
“I guess the desk manager liked the “fact that I wrote ‘Yesterday,’ ” I joked.
John didn’t laugh.
Excerpt From ‘We All Shine On’, Elliot Mintz
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courtney love, edward norton, & frances bean behind the scenes of courtney’s shoot for versace. photographed by richard avedon
actually the funniest shit ive seen today on here
Ryan Gosling is very handsome.
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at least im bisexual