Freddie Mercury comic illustrations by artist, Butcher Billy.
You: Who broke the coffee pot? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
Cass: I did. I broke it.
Y/N: No. No, you didn’t. Dick?
Dick: Don’t look at me, look at Jason.
Jason: What?! I didn’t break it!
Dick: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
Jason: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
Dick: ...
Dick: Suspicious.
Jason: No, it’s not!
Tim: If it matters, probably not... Steph was the last one to use it.
Stephanie: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Tim: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Stephanie: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Tim!
Cass: Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Y/n.
You: No! Who broke it?!
Damian: Y/n, Duke has been awfully quiet-
Duke: REALLY.
Damian: Yeah, really!
Duke: OH MY GOD-
(yelling ensues)
Y/N: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and Bruce's head on a stick.
i know homecoming is lame but maybe we can be lame together
since the first one did so well, have another
thanks to @musicofthenight98 for some of the suggestions
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Hi! Can you give me a Gotham ship? I am a Filipina and my height is 5'0 and I have a black hair. I am an ambivert. And I really like reading books, especially classic. I like to write novels too. I like anime. And I like reading about history. I really want to be a lawyer or an author in the future. And I like to wear comfortable clothes like plain shirt and jeans. Thank you!
you sure can!!! i ship you with...
(pre-spray) jeremiah!
he’d spot you in the library on a day out from st ignatius with your head buried in a book and would have to lower his head in his own book to hide the blush
then he’d notice the glimmer in your eyes scanning the history section from a-z and his legs would force himself towards you until you were face to face, and he was left with no choice but to introduce himself to you
you guys would spend a lot of time safe inside his bunker, often doing your own things but still enjoying each others company
when he thinks you aren’t looking he’d set down his work and just watch and marvel at you, subconsciously mirroring your facial expressions as you write and act out the novel you’re writing
he’d love that he doesn’t need to be outrageous or entertaining for you, the two of you so content just being in each others company
but he’d love seeing you on too, talking and laughing and socialising. i don’t think he’d join in much, but he’d love seeing your bright smile as you did
and he’d definitely support your dreams of becoming an author or a lawyer, checking in every so often about your thoughts, your plans, wanting to support you and motivate you every step of the way, so the world can see your genius and beauty the way he does
actual footage of the hargreeves trying to teach their 58 year old brother to floss