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Iced coffee and coconut ice cream

hi I’m blasphemous and bored so let’s make a tag game.

you know how Jesus is represented by wine and those communion wafers? (Or bread and water iykyk) Yeah so the question is what you’d be represented by.

I’ll start, I’m a Baja blast and a Ritz cracker.

no pressure tags:

@popcorn-plots @the-mountain-flower @brightoleander @shakespeare-official-account @bluejayscrying @yeah-decisions @salidqueen @theseus-bro @batfam-stuff-posts-0 @spacetimeaccordionfolder and anyone else who wants to join :)

:)

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Ravager. Your oldest brother and his huge ego are annoying me. Should I beat him up? Or will you try to stop me?

@battest-bat

Why're you asking me? People might start thinking you like me Batfreak.

Try not to kill him again. He has those weak organs. It would be so lame if he died from heart failure a SECOND time.

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//ooc yeah that's pretty her

what color is your aura?

no pressure tags: @thekinslayed @connorsui @sarahsangelicdoll @rafeysbangs @angelspitxx @wicked-barbie @deadonyouraccount @rafescorpsebride

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Steph stares blankly ahead, standing still as a statue

Rose jolts, the cucumber falling to her lap. She blinks the vision away with a sigh. Reaching for her phone, she scrolls until she finds the account she's looking for.

@therealrespawn 'Don't go to Damians house today and don't answer any of his messages. Gotham bullshit. Not our problem.'

Satisfied that she's done her job as a big sister, she plops the cucumber over the eye that's not covered by her eyepatch.

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I will carve both my eyes out if I ever have to see that renesme ass bullshit ever again. And why would you name me after your ex-wife and not my mother? I wish Adeline had succeeded in killing you.

@teentitanhateaccount why am being told that you used Joseph as the name you gave your anonymous hookups??

Gross

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Going from eating authentic falafel and baklava food to gray sludge....this is borderline child abuse. I'll be there within the hour to make you real food. I'm so sorry I didn't know it was this dire.

ur lame

You died on your first mission and didn't even kill anyone.

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University? What are you guys, British? Freaks.

ur lame

You died on your first mission and didn't even kill anyone.

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....

ur lame

You died on your first mission and didn't even kill anyone.

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I wasn't going anyway? Some of us have jobs Grant, I don't have time for a middle schoolers birthday party

ur lame

You died on your first mission and didn't even kill anyone.

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It's because he hates you! Hope this helps!

ur lame

You died on your first mission and didn't even kill anyone.

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I'm not guiding you I'm bullying you, welcome to being the youngest you're my least favorite 14 year old

if I had a nickel for every time I misspelled my name as grabt I would have enough nickles to boil into a liquid and drown @teentitanhateaccount in a comically large jar

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I did that before you were a thought in your father's test tube, respect your elders

if I had a nickel for every time I misspelled my name as grabt I would have enough nickles to boil into a liquid and drown @teentitanhateaccount in a comically large jar

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You both disgust me

Do you think Grant likes Jason?

Grant.

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You are your father's son (derogatory)

You like men

nuh uh I like Jason. Jason is his own unique category above everyone else therefore I'm not gay

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DISGUSTINGLY EMBARRASSING: this woman has wants and needs

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"There are worse role models to have I suppose." She concedes. The whole reason she got in contact with Two-face is because she deemed him a better influence than Crane and Slade, she supposed it would be better for Jason to have a wider support system anyway.

Her hand freezes in his hair, shoulders going tense. "I'm no ones caregiver. I can't- I'm not gentle, or kind, or sweet." She leans away from him, unable to meet his imploring gaze. "I'm not made for this kind of thing, Jason. Ironically I've always been more thorn than rose. If you lean on me you're gonna get hurt."

@arkhambird

He's squirming feverishly her poor boy "no... p-please no he's going to hurt me again! P-please" he...sounds terrorfied... like a frightened little boy on the inside it was heartbreaking

Rose scans the room with sharp eyes but sees no tangible threat. The tension bleeds from her shoulders, just a little bit. "Damnit, not again." Despite the annoyed tone, she approaches him slowly.

She pauses just before she's in arms reach. She's had little practice with being gentle, there is no room for it in this life they live. What if she makes it worse?

She wishes her mom were here. She always knew what to do, what to say. Sometimes Rose thinks the only mistake Lilian Worth made was her.

Gently, haltingly, she ghosts a hand over his thrashing shoulders.

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Rose is quick about it, hesitant to leave Jason alone for too long. She watches him intently while he takes it, and it's only when he's done that she realizes how out of her depth she is.

Jason leans heavily against her, arms wrapped around her tight, breathing starting slow the longer she sits playing with his hair.

It's late. They both have to be up early tomorrow. They had a meeting planned with Dent. Rose finds it hard to care when Jason melts against her, no armor or walls between them. He looks...young. Vulnerable. And Rose is so very aware that for all he is strong, for all he is skilled, he is only human. And humans are so very fragile. She feels hyper vigilant of her own strength, as though the slightest touch will break Jason apart. She tries to stop and Jason makes a discontent little whining noise that makes something in her chest seize.

She shifts so she's leaning against the headboard instead of perching on the edge, and settles in for a long night.

@arkhambird

He's squirming feverishly her poor boy "no... p-please no he's going to hurt me again! P-please" he...sounds terrorfied... like a frightened little boy on the inside it was heartbreaking

Rose scans the room with sharp eyes but sees no tangible threat. The tension bleeds from her shoulders, just a little bit. "Damnit, not again." Despite the annoyed tone, she approaches him slowly.

She pauses just before she's in arms reach. She's had little practice with being gentle, there is no room for it in this life they live. What if she makes it worse?

She wishes her mom were here. She always knew what to do, what to say. Sometimes Rose thinks the only mistake Lilian Worth made was her.

Gently, haltingly, she ghosts a hand over his thrashing shoulders.