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okay contrary to a previous post i made: what if jason wrote fanfiction but it became a MC Daredevil situation where literally everyone knew his identity but he just waves them off
Jason: *writing A/N* here you go guys, sorry, something came up with my job comments: we all know it was the warehouse penguin blew up. its all over the news jason: *responding* idk what you're even talking about dude, i don't own a tv. how could a flightless avian blow up a warehouse
jason: this chapter's gonna be a little dark cuz that's my mood this week comments: is it because they took you off the earth's greatest threats list? jason: they wh---no of course not
jason: *posts* comments: we missed you red hood! jason: idk who that guy is but he sounds cool
jason: ugh, have you guys seen the new episode? shit's horrible. here's a fix-it. comments: do you . . . perhaps . . . think its horrible because they misused the gun props . . . jason: no i was talking about x character dying but YES OH MY GOD THAT PART HURT ME TO WATCH comments: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
comments: so when r u going to change your ao3 name to redhood? jason: i fucking swear if one more of you moterfuckers insinuates that i am the gotham vigilante known as the red hood i will withhold five of my most recently written chapters from the entire fucking lot of you comments: . . . you'd never jason: fuck
comments: you have an interestinly in-depth and expanisve kowledge of firearms jason: well, we all have hobbies jason: mine was born out of fear of the ao3 author curse. ima fuckin shoot the thing the moment i see it comin comments:
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God this show is old
I love seeing list memes where someone makes a "le cool people vs le cringe" and they obviously skew it so they barely scrape by into the cool kids club
Color practice by ICE VII
Very interesting advancement note that Iām obviously not the first to comment on but
The wording is ārescueā a Ghast from the Nether, and bring it āsafely homeā. Which has always been the idea of, are Ghasts from the Nether? Was the Nether always like this; and are they so miserable because they were forced to adapt to a ruined fiery hellscape? Well, now we know that presumably when young especially, theyāre liable to dry out. That if theyāre rescued from being dried, they thrive in a more earthly environment. That they grow up happy when doing so. I do think that Ghasts may be from the Nether, but not from the current Nether. A much colder one, maybe more like the Overworld, maybe not. Probably a cavernous fungal paradise if I had to guess. But now they live in a world thatās been ruined by something, and turned into the human embodiment of hell, forced to spit fire just to no longer be filled with it when theyād much rather eat snow to cool down. Is it any wonder they cry?
Pool # 27 - Ā Ann Goldberg , 2016.
Canadian , b. 1970s
Oil on canvas , 30 x 48 in.
I saw this tweet and was like 'yep, that's atsushi'
headcanon that Bruce is worried about his kids who donāt live with them and who he no longer gives an allowance to. Specifically Dick and Jason. But theyāre too proud and āself-sufficientā to ever accept any money Bruce tries to give them,,,,,, so Bruce gets . . . creative.
jason: *walking through his apartment* Jason: *grabs Jane Austen book* *five hundred dollars spills onto his lap from inside the book* Jason: Jason: what the fuck, Bruce
Dick: *tired af* Dick: *pours himself the sugariest cereal in his cabinet* *a check labeled āfor the dentist you will obviously need* Dick: Dick: Iāll deal with this once Iāve had coffee
Jason: *putting on a show for a few watching criminals* get outta the Alley, Bat! Bruce: I need information first, Hood. Jason: *internally thinking āthis is not part of the script!ā* what dāya want? Bruce: the locations of Penguinās goons. Jason: *rattles off locations, assuming Bruce just wants to draw out the act* Bruce: *nods solemnly and hands him four hundred dollars* for your trouble *disappears* Jason: Jason: *mutters under his breath* I swear to god Dick: *walking down the street* a little boy: hey mister!!! Dick: uhāhello? Are you okay, kid? Whatās up? Boy: some dude in a really fancy suit asked me tā give you this! *hands him an envelope that is obviously money* Dick: Dick: *smiling through gritted teeth* ah, thanks. Um where did you say he was? Kid: *shrugs* Dick: here. Just take the envelope to your mom, okay? Jason: *going through paperwork for a case* his goons: *knock on the door* Jason: come in goons: uh, hood, sirā Jason: *raises eyebrow* yeah? Goons: we just got . . . Paid? Jason: by who??? Aināt I payinā ya? Goons: exactly. So uh, we donāt know where theā money came from. But itās a shit ton. Jason: *sighs* and why are you even coming to me about this? Why not take the money for yourselves? Goons: there was a post it on thā bills sayinā āIāll know if this does not reach Hoodā. Writing was crap. Jason: *under his breath* fuck
Flower crowns are awesomeee
not rlly proud of how it turned out but might as well post it