Rich pregnant socialite: So we went to this clinic and let them manipulate our genes so we're 100% sure our child won't have any disease, he will have my hair and his father eyes and so much things we did for him! And you Bruce ?
Brucie: Found em in the trash. Except Tim, he found me in the trash.
Being a pro censorship ao3 user is so insanely cringe. Either use the (incredibly effective and well designed) filtering system to avoid seeing the shit you don't like or stop complaining. Leave the pro censorship rhetoric to Wattpad or smth
and then nothing bad ever happened. the end
I am in tears
‘plot bunnies’ was my favourite fandom phrase back in the day
it was a term for fic plot ideas that would pop up in your head and just keep hopping around in there. they’d breed more and more ideas, until you finally got them out by Writing The Damn Thing
Because Danny is half dead, he has some serious doom and gloom vibes without trying.
He smiles and wishes you a good day? Holy shit this kid just said this is my last day holy fuck.
Give you hot chocolate? Is this kid implying that this is the last warmth I'll ever feel?
It boils down to this; Danny had Hitman Vibes.
This is both hilarious and concerning, especially when people try to contract him to perform assassinations. He has gotten so many people arrested with that shit.
Jason: People who sleep with their phone on silent or DND really don't give a damn about anybody.
Damian: If you decide to have a problem after midnight, that's between you and God.
Tim, very tired: …How do you set your phone to Dungeons and Dragons?
THIS HAS ABSOLUTELY MADE MY FUCKING DAY
BRO WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HES ABOUT TO BURST INTO TEARS 😭😭😭