SCREAMING I love Oz
When him and Willow get picked for that secret computer company?????? Ughgh
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I have never had a better timed edible, shit hits right when spike makes his turn to the other side.
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The Penguin going into detail about the Maroni/Falcone family feud makes me FERAL.
It just makes me think about. Young Oz. He’s hungry, scrappy, and slick, and if Gotham wants a piece of him, it’ll have to come get him herself. He doesn’t chase.
Makes me think about Sal and Falcone fighting at any moment’s notice. Not a day goes by where the notorious families don’t try to kill eachother in bright daylight.
They made a big fucking mistake fighting on Wayne’s street, thought.
Imagine Thomas, only in sweatpants cause it’s 8 in the goddam fucking morning, angrily stomping out of his house, holding a sleeping baby Bruce with one hand and a gun in the other.
“Hey! You Drop pushin’ cocksuckers wanna murder eachother, do it off my fucking lawn!” There’s a collective gulp within them. Falcone tries saying something and gets shot in the knee.
“Anyone else have a speech prepared?”
The silence is very clear.
“Oz!” Oz jumping. He’s been sitting at Sal’s side just for this, — if Falcone asks, he’ll just say ‘I wanted to make sure he doesn’t get ya, boss’ as always. “Get inside, come on.”
At the end of the day: Oz plays for the biggest dog. Even if that’s his annoying childhood best friend.
So he grumbles, hurries off on a bad leg, — Thomas offered him better braces and like hell he’ll accept. The doors get locked. “…Thanks—“
Thomas whips around, a sharp, vicious motion. Pain cuts from the tip of his ear to the bow of his lips, flesh cut by the hard barrel of the gun. Hurts less than his ego.
“You’re going to get yourself fucking killed. “
“Not your fucking problem, fyi.”
“FYI? As long as you’re alive, you’re MY fucking problem, fyi.” He tosses the gun in Oz’s lap, along with a still sleepy baby Bruce, who touches on the fresh wound on his face gently.
And Thomas walks away like it’s so casual. “Cmon, I’m making cannolis. “
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-the ball @ the bookshop-
mr. brown, intrigued: so, what's the deal with you and mr. fell?
crowley, scoffs: deal? there's no deal.
mr. brown, pleased: oh, good. so I can ask him out, then?
crowley, suddenly annoyed: uh, no, you can't actually.
mr. brown, frowns: why not?
crowley: ...
crowley, panics: he's straight!
mr. brown, laughs: what? no way
crowley, nods: oh, yeah. a real ladies man. I mean, it's obvious
aziraphale, appears, very excited: everything is working perfectly. the guests look fabulous, the bookshop is stunning *downs a glass of champagne* now, you, mister, owe me another dance *grabs him and starts pulling him away*
crowley, clears his throat as he's dragged away: he just really loves women...
mr. brown: ...
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