#incorrect on purpose

[spenjelly]

Which Nicholas name is your favorite:

-Matricia

-Patthew

-Jartholomew

-Goseph

-Mitchard

-Limothy

-Ronovan

-Yennifer

-Datherine

-Tessica

-Jennard

-Teopold

-Hobert

-Zephany

[magicicephoenix]

Sun you wont believe it something crazy just happen wait crazy i was crazy once-

driving sun crazy insane!! ft. everyone’s lovely reactions 💕

(context)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Historians Hate Him

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[tiger-grace]

Damian: You have a face only a mother could love.

Jason: My mom’s dead.

Damian: Ouch, fresh out of luck!

[easel-eisel]

im chotto an oogesa

[steddieme]

eddie: would you rather be a ghost or a zombie?

steve: neither

eddie: that's not an option

steve: why not?

eddie: because i said so

steve: oh, so now you're suddenly on board with conformity?

eddie: what are you talking about

steve: you're trying to push me into these boxes, denying my freedom to be who i want to be

eddie: why are you like this

steve: this is literally what bi-erasure is like, eddie

eddie: how is it that everytime we talk about this shit with robin you're dead silent, but you're suddenly an activist when it's time to annoy me?

—

steve, at night, right as eddie is about to fall asleep: i'd choose ghost, by the way

eddie: *springs up and tickles him until he's literally in tears*

[sheespi]

the marauders and Euphemia as conversations me and my mum have had (part 1)

James: would you still love me if I were a deer?

Euphemia: *actually thinks about it for a second*

Euphemia: it depends, were you always a deer or is it like, 'if I transformed right now into a deer, would you still love me'? Because if you had always been a deer you wouldn't be my son... I'm a human

James: ...

James: so you don't actually love me

[thatssroughbuddy]

he is trying his best

[nyree2712]

Formula - Incorrect Quote 237

Arthur: *To Max* Charles has an insufferable crush on you, he told me to keep it secret but it's just so infuriating, and I have to tell someone... he also eat my food so this is my revenge

Max: I know, he kisses me "as a form of greeting", but it's just because he likes me

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[sunnysaystuff]

peter & remus in their dorm watching prongsfoot make out

peter: we've gotta ask them

remus: yeah, this has been going on a while

peter: there's no way they haven't talked about it with each other

remus: agreed, let's ask tomorrow

the next day....

peter: james...ive been meaning to ask you this and i wouldn't want to press if it's a sensitive topic-

james: omg what is it

peter: are you and sirius...together??

james: of course we're together!!

peter: *sigh of relief* oh okay that's what we th-

james: -we share a room!

peter: *facepalms* no i meant...are you and sirius...involved

james: ??? of course we're involved!!

peter: so you mean like, you're da-

james: -we hang out a lot!!

peter: *about to crash out* JAMES. ARE YOU ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED WITH SIRIUS. BLINK ONCE FOR YES BLINK TWICE FOR NO.

james: *blinks* ...yes?? we're dating why didn’t you just ask

peter: oh my GOD

*from the next room*

remus: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T SNAP YOUR FINGERS ONCE FOR YES AND TWICE FOR NO, RIGHT NOW, SIRIUS BLACK.!!! ARE YOU DATING JAMES OR NOT?!?!?!?!?

[brenshor]

Enid: How can I be accused of murder!? Things like this usually only happen to someone in the Addams Family!

Wednesday: Hey! I take offense to that. No one in my family ever, ever left a body to be found.

[clockworkreapers]

your honor, hes stupid

[starlightshadowsworld]

Mori dealing with Soukoku be like

Mori: What? They say insane shit all the time. How was I supposed to know this one was true?

Dazai: Bank accounts are a scam created by the shadow government.

Chuuya: In order to control our finances and feed them to the dragons.

Mori: See!

[bitchapalooza]

Nami: What the hell were you two doing in the closet!? We've been looking for you everywhere!

Sanji: Nami dear we—

Zoro: Sanji and I were having sex.

Sanji: Don't just blurt it out like that!

Luffy: What's that?

Sanji: Uh..

Zoro: It um..

Nami: Luffy, sex is—

Luffy: I know what sex is, I'm 19 not 5. I mean the thing on Sanji's nose!

Sanji: My. My nasal strip?

Luffy: Yeah!

Zoro: Two of your mates just got caught post fucking and you wanna know about the stupid cook's nose-thing?

Sanji: Nasal strip.

Zoro: Shut up.

Luffy: It looks cool, I want one.

Sanji: It's for my allergies, Luffy.

Luffy: I want one! I want oneeeeee!

Sanji: No I only have a limited amount!

Nami: I wanna look like a cool delinquent like Sanji!!!

Nami: Whatever. At least we don't have to explain the birds and the bees to anyone.

Usopp: Nami, what's sex? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Nami: ARE YOU SERIOUS!?

[steddieme]

eddie: stevie, would you still love me if i was a worm?

steve, without looking up from his magazine: i hate worms

eddie: but would you love ME if i was a worm?

steve: i'd keep you in a little jar, put you on my nightstand and cry myself to sleep because you'd be right there but i'd never get to hear your voice or hold you again. and i could do nothing about it.

eddie, tearing up: joke cancelled, i want cuddles