So, I just moved to Gotham. Was no one going to tell me that having plants in my apartment was frowned upon?
It really depends on what kind. I would recommend wearing gear if you’re flying, long sleeves and pants as well to prevent any potential contact with irritating foliage.
Flying is really hard....
Also ...anyone know if evergreen bushes give rashes?
Nah, Gotham ‘boutta get a new vigilante. I want my goddamn Bagel.
Screw you too, Bagel Bandit
If you have written bad fanfiction clap your hands
We can’t Zoinks, Zap, Zoom our way outta this one.
Still collecting the full alphabet of the "live, laugh, love" variants if anyone has some good examples.
Bonus if they can fit the "We can't ___, _____, ____ our way out of this."
Ah. Well, if you ever need assistance I’m not afraid to throw hands with a vigilante.
Hey, I've got your phone. Red Hood decided to send it to the archives. It'll be back by tonight.
Oh thank goodness. I can pick it up if that’s easier. The vines are a little hostile towards visitors right now.
Sorry I took forever to respond, the fucking Red Hood took my phone. I was sitting out on the balcony and he just…took it? Hopped on the railing and snatched it. The vines got it back, but wtf? Anyways, just started working on it.
Do you think the bats might see some of the fan-fiction we write? I was gonna start writing some, but what if they see it? Is it worth the risk?
Bruce Wayne x Batman fan-fiction it is then.
Do you think the bats might see some of the fan-fiction we write? I was gonna start writing some, but what if they see it? Is it worth the risk?
A/N: The Anything-verse is owned by @darklordofthesimp, please go check them out before reading. If you haven’t already read my work ‘The Trouble with Time-Loops’ on Ao3 this might not make much sense either. I do not own Call of Duty. Anyway, on to the story!
MC had always been the sky, never the Star. They prefer it that way, if they’re being honest. They preferred the proximity to earth. They preferred to watch things from above, present, but never quite there. They preferred the safety of the sky, the calmness, the anger, the warmth, and the chill. Consistent, yet ever-changing.
If MC was the sky, the two Snipers were the Stars. Celestial and distant. Ever burning, ever glowing. The center of their own galaxies. Massive Stars that will turn into Supergiants. Supergiants that will someday collapse from their own gravity. MC loathes to see the day that the Snipers fall. They loathe to witness the Supernova that will inevitably occur. MC knows that even if the Snipers become Neutron Stars, there will still be a Black Hole. A force so strong that it pulls in everything around it. (MC briefly thinks that the Snipers may already be Black Holes with how they pull in everything around them and leave destruction in their wake.)
Stargazing was something MC was familiar with, but sometimes they set their sights on things closer. The Earth and the Moon. König, the mountain of a man, the Earth in its entirety. Ghost, a man chasing a Sun, the Moon in its essence. Beautiful, powerful, and scarred. Forces of nature and heaven that cannot be contained or controlled. Not truly, anyway. The Earth looks up at the sky, but does not care. He is searching for a Star, not an atmosphere. The Moon doesn’t even glance at the sky, for he is above it. He is chasing a Sun. A Star much bigger than the one that lights up the sky.
MC is the sky. They are the atmosphere that grows thin. Slowly being destroyed. The Earth is the only one that notices. (He does nothing.) The sky cannot cry out for help, for no one listens to the sky. (They listen to the Stars though.) The sky will continue to wear away, continue to burn. It finds safety in the consistency of its destruction. The sky is falling and no one will catch it this time. (No one ever even tries.)
Considering regular FDA regulations (or lack thereof), it was already poisoned. They just added a bit of spice.
someone poisoned the food again. yippee.