NEVER!!!!

Bobby: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Little Sally: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Officer Lockstock: I recorded the dumb stuff

Josephine: I joined you in the dumb stuff.

Hope: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM THE DUMB STUFF!

im not saying my exact place (bcs privacy) but i got decently high! :DD

i feel like this would make an incredible (awful) cursed item-

like just any liquid you put in it has a 50/50 chance of either all the water immediately having all the water dry up (potentially useful if you want some sort of concentrate?), or just straight up turning into piss.

no inbetween

urinetown mug isn’t real, it can’t hurt you

urinetown mug:

getting hit by Charlie's Inferno, Too Much Exposition and High Hopes in that order is truly a vibe like no other

my spotify shuffle:

"...but everyone's true colors are revealed in acts of lust~" "i'm not sure i follow-"

BUM BUM BUM BUM "WHAT IS URINETOWN? URINETOWN'S THE END! SWIFT AND BRUTAL PUNISHMENT NO NEED NOW TO PRETEND!"

A Wayne family trip to Metropolis <3

Of course, they will wear their own merch ^^

Inspired by this! V

Heheheheh.

AUGH MY HEARTTTTT

tell her I love her

wait hold up i need to try this-

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WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME WE COULD DO THAT?????

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Do y’all know where the phrase “eat the rich” comes from or do you just repeat it cause you heard it elsewhere?

It’s not a bad thing, I just saw someone say “we never said who would eat the rich” and realized a lot of y’all might not have heard the full quote

It’s from Rousseau and it’s “When the people shall have nothing more to eat, they will eat the rich"

And, well, there’s a lot of people with nothing to eat…

AU, where Jason returns to Gotham, but in between of his evil mastermind plans and managing the criminal empire, he starts working in this anonymous psychological hotline services.

And gets a call from Bruce-fucking-Wayne.

Well. It is not like Bruce announces that he is Bruce Wayne — it is anonymous, after all — but Jason knows his father's voice, alright?

'I don't need a physiological help,' his father tells him the minute he picks up the phone.

Jason... Snorts.

'Of course,' he nods, making his voice nicer. 'How can I help you?'

Bruce pauses, his breath hitching for a second; almost as if he recognized Jason's voice.

'My... my son thinks I need it, but I am fine,' Bruce insists. 'Still... I want to, well, fulfil a promise I gave... for once.'

Jason rolls his eyes, a familiar irritation flaring up in green flames before his eyes. He wonders who is this lucky son that gets to have such a diligent, responsible father - Dickhead? Tim? Damian?

'I see,' he breathes out, trying to follow a protocol of the calls. 'I am sure he will appreciate your loyalty. Will you tell him about it?'

'If he appears,' something screeches in the background, and if Jason closes his eyes, he can easily imagine Bruce leaning back on the armchair, in the Batcave. 'I... He only ever appears in my dreams, my boy.'

Jason freezes.

'Excuse me?'

'I... He is dead, my son.'

Had someone else died? Jason frowns, reaching for his phone, typing anxiously Nightwing and Robin in the search bar, trying to see if there is something serious happened; because he can't be talking about the second Robin, can he-

'I am sorry,' he blurts out, eyes drifting back to notes on the table, with some common phrases that can be used in this situation. 'I... Do you want to talk about, sir?'

Bruce is silent for a while. Jason thinks he is about to drop the call, but then, he sighs heavily on the line:

'His name was Jason. And he was the brightest boy.'

Jason mutes the microphone. He thinks he is going to vomit.