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Threads have been plotted and posted. Replies have been done. I reblogged a few memes, if yall want to barge in there and leave me some.
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Threads have been plotted and posted. Replies have been done. I reblogged a few memes, if yall want to barge in there and leave me some.
I’m off to work. I’ll do replies and answer asks when I get back home. :)
Thnks ft th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy (Acapella + 3 layers) Starts in the left, ends in the right (headphones required)(x)
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LIST EN TO THE BRIDGE
✖ punching them
“What the fuck man,” Tim said from his position on the ground.
The punch had been unexpected and had cracked his glasses too. That was an expensive kind of fix he wasn’t happy about.
“What did I do to you,” Tim rubbed at his sore jaw while he looked at the stranger who’d hit him.
Write an “about me” for my muse to find in the dating section of a newspaper/on a dating site etc that your muse has written on behalf of my muse.
( replacedrobin )
Two different worlds collided and became one, thoroughly confusing all of their inhabitants. The most confused were the capes and masks who protected them. Suddenly some were seeing double, while other’s looked and weren’t sure what to make of their other selves. Still other’s looked to find themselves missing from this other world.
( leaguesheir )
Tim hummed to himself, ill at ease but content for the moment. His eldest brother wasn’t happy to see his brother fall. Tim believed that Dick himself wasn’t to far from falling himself. Damian, well he’d been a little of a lost cause from the get go. That was just Tim’s opinion though.
Pallas utterly innocent to the dark nights and the darker plots that ran through Gotham’s underworld. Other than the scraps of what she saw on her own as Elle or heard from vigilantes like Robin and Batman. Especially Robin. The two had become the best of friends. Confidants. She knew him beneath the mask and he saw her through the development of Pallas.
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It was a quiet night in Gotham, a rarity for those in the underground circuit. Yet there wasn’t a soul that was complaining. Tim leaned back lazily in his chair, various notebooks scattered across his desk along with a take-out container and coffee mug. Crocus mewed at him from his newly appointed throne, otherwise known as Tim’s lap.
i could not count the nights that i’ve woken s c r e a m i n g…
( notesxnights )
Cerberus was relatively new to the world of masks and capes. Neither good nor evil morally, at least that’s what he appeared to be in the beginning. To those morally white, he was bad news. To those morally black, he was still bad news. To those who he worked with, he was morally gray and both sides were right. Cerberus was bad news in the best way.
My thread requests are in! If it isn’t posted tomorrow morning, it’ll be up Wednesday morning. Good night all!