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I NEED TO SAY THIS CUZ YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE THAT’LL LISTEN

Techno isn’t a black coffee guy. Techno is one of those people who orders a caramel macchiato with extra syrup and chocolate bits with like barely any coffee in it.

Most of Techno’s allowance goes to those frilly seasonal drinks. Valentines White Chocolate Strawberry Macchiatos. Summer Guava Passion Fruit and Pineapple Boba Teas. Christmas Peppermint Gingerbread Lattes. Most of his diet during autumn is just Pumpkin Spice. If it has enough sugar to kill an elephant, he’ll love it.

On the other hand, it’s Tommy that likes Black Coffee. It’s so out of left field, people think Tommy is just trying to impress people. He just genuinely likes black coffee. He’s one of those coffee pricks with a French press, espresso machine, and enough different coffee beans to crush your grandma. He finds even putting in sugar or cream to be blasphemous.

They both think the other’s drink choice is atrocious.

YOURE A GENIUS THIS IS FANTASTIC WIDSOM THANK YOU FOR SHARING

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Bohatyrka by sculptor Vasily Korchevoy

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Highschool au but that specific trope scene of the teacher reading out names for attendance and then they get to tommy and theyre like oh god youre a Craft and tommy is like :] with evil intent

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Ra’s, admiring the Batfamily from afar: how does Bruce inspire such LOYALTY without compromising skill and endurance?

Bruce, back in the Cave: if you can do this handstand for five minutes straight I’ll teach you how to dislocate someone’s elbow without breaking it

Tim, shaking like a chihuahua: and?

Bruce, sighing: and afterwards we can run the evac simulator together

Tim now upside down: with—

Bruce: —with popcorn, yes

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Turns out I'm still alive

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the thing about being nonbinary is that you really do start to forget that other people have such strict walls around what is and isn’t allowed for genders. i thought we all agreed that we made that up. could you climb out of the cave real quick and feel the sunshine for a minute.

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Considering that Jason canonically accepts easily if someone gives him money and even intentionally asks it sometimes for his Service, I need Tim to pay him on occasions when he is in trouble and needs to distract Bruce.

Bruce: Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne.

Tim: Woah, not the full governmental name? What did I do?

Bruce: Wanna explain where the... 3 million went from my bank account?

Tim, who promised Bart and Kon, built a whole ass trampoline park for them along with other stupid shit, BUT who doesn't want to spend his personal money, so he wastes Bruce's: Well.

Tim, pressing an automatic button on his phone that sends Jason money and his location: Yeah, actually. You see...

Bruce: Well?

Somewhere from the town: *a loud sound of explosion*

Bruce: What—

Tim, absentmindedly: Oh, horrors, it is Jason's episode again. Seems like he blew up something.

Bruce: Oh my fucking g—

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maybe this is just me idk

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i know we joke about cis artists having the weirdest sense of anatomy, but also even when the anatomy is fine, no one seems to want to draw women doing normal things

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I don’t understand how people are able to just lay on their back for hours at a time or even fall asleep while doing so. It’s usually really hard to breathe while you’re on your back, like your lungs feel heavier. How is that comfortable? It’s ridiculous if you ask me

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Danny: Ugh, they're back again

Jazz: Don't make that face at paying customers. Do you want to make a portal back home?

Danny rolling his eyes: Yes

Jazz: Then we need to get enough money to buy the parts. If that means waiting tables at a barely legal dinner, where idiots hit on us, then we wait those stupid tables. Now go over there and get the Waynes to leave us a 200 tip.

Danny: Fine, but only if you do too!

Jazz: *Tighten her apron straps into an hourglass figure* Way ahead of you.

Danny: *Rolling eyes but does the same*

Meanwhile with the Waynes

Bruce: It's so nice to go out to eat with you all

Alfred: Indeed. It's a nice change, don't you agree, children?

Wayne kids: *hyperventilating*

Bruce Not looking up from his phone: The Fenton siblings?

Alfred: Indeed, sir. It seems like Master Dick, Master Jason, and Miss Cass are going to attempt to speak to Ms. Fenton today. Master Tim, Master Damian, Master Duke, and Miss Steph don't seem mentally ready to look Mister Fenton in the eye. Bets?

Bruce: Dick chokes on his fork again. Tim face plants on the table, and Steph once again speaks in gibberish after forgetting the entire English language.

Alfred: Very good, sir.

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Tucker: Don't look now, but Wayne is making his way over. And he's doing that stupid face again.

Sam: Ugh, I do not have the mental strength for this. Did he not get the message last time?

Danny: I had the flu for the last gala, catch me up.

Tucker: That guy is Damian Wayne, the youngest son of Bruce Wayne, one of the wealthiest men in the country. Major Old Money. And he happened to take a liking to our dear Samantha here, after she passionately started ranting about environmental protections at the last gala. Spent the whole night desperately attempting to flirt with her and failing. Failing badly.

Danny: *snorts* Aw Sam has an admirer.

Sam: It's not funny, Danny! He's one of the richest boys in one of the most corrupted and dangerous cities. What do you think that means? He's obviously involved in organized crime!

Danny: Says the richest girl from the most haunted place in America.

Tucker: That's what I said last time-

Damain: Good evening, Miss Manson. Gentlemen.

Danny/Tucker/Sam: *Jumps a foot in the air* Where did you come from!?

Damain: Apologies for the scare. I merely wanted to introduce you, gentlemen, to these two fine people. This is Timothy Drake-Wayne and Stephanie Brown. They were hoping to speak to you two privately while I conversed with Miss Manson

Sam hissing under her breath: He obviously asked them to distract you two to get me alone. It's a honey-pot.

Tim: Hey ;)

Steph: How are you? ;)

Danny/Tucker: You're on your own Sam, I'm not giving up a honey-pot this good

Sam: You pathetic weaklings.

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thinking about the time they sent me a seven year old autistic patient to investigate if he was suffering abuse because in every psychological test he kept drawing awful monsters

and I start the consultation already miserable as fuck and I give the kid some pen and paper so I can maybe communicate and see what's on his mind

and then I go WAIT A GODDAMN SECOND I KNOW THOSE MONSTERS

turns out the kid just had a special interest in Five Nights at Freddy's