#; brot3

[shyjusticewarrior]

DC Comics Incorrect Quotes Pt 206

[Batfam is doing a forgiveness exercise]

Steph and Jason: *hand Tim envelopes*

Tim: What did I do?

Steph: Read them.

Tim: "Dear Tim, I forgive you for ruining every single movie we've ever seen together."

Tim: How do I ruin every single movie?

Jason: Oh read mine, read mine.

Tim: "I forgive you for figuring out the end of every movie and shouting it out before it happens."

Jason: Because, see, we don't wanna know.

Tim: I just want to share my abilities with my friends.

Steph: We don't want your abilities.

Jason: Your abilities make us wanna hurt you.

[gekkanshoujomangacaps]

[cephalog0d]

Batkid Drabbles - "Nominate"

The door loomed before them, huge and dark and ominous and covered in symbols drawn in what Steph really hoped was red paint (but probably wasn't, because Gotham).

"So," she broke the silence. "Someone's going to have to try the handle."

"I nominate Batgirl," Tim said, gesturing at Steph to clarify.

"Second," Cass immediately added, because she was a traitor and a terrible best friend.

"Seriously?!"

Cass patted her on the shoulder, mask scrunching up in what Steph recognized as a smile.

"You're brave," she explained. Which was blatant emotional manipulation, but fine. Apparently Steph had a reputation to uphold.

(Crossposted from AO3)

[the-chaotic-ghost]

You’ve heard of a OT3 and a BROTP. May I present to you…

BROT3

[onward-magic-princess-barista]

Ngl I think Branch, Sheldon Cooper, and SpongeBob would be the Ultimate Grandma's Boy Brot3 and I think that Sheldon and SpongeBob would comfort Branch for the loss of his grandma in their own way where Sheldon would be like "💘🥺 I understand...if anything happened to my MeeMaw I'd be one inconsolable Moon Pie 🥺💘" and SpongeBob would be like "💘😭 THAT'S SOOO SAD...I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO WITHOUT MY GRANDMA!!!! 😭💘"

😉 I'd also like to think that Branch and Sheldon would definitely be disgusted at the idea of SpongeBob being picked on for loving his grandma and be willing to stick up for him even by stating how much they all, SpongeBob included, love their grandmas and are proud of it as a sly comeback 😉

[bastardsunlight]

Has he grossly misinterpreted, or is he testing the definition of sashimi? Whatever the case, Sixteen maintains almost direct eye contact with Chris as he deftly slices off a piece of the salmon fillet and takes a bite out of it, scales and all.

"I... was going to smoke that..." Chris has only recently become comfortable with Sixteen even EXISTING, much less in the same space he is occupying.

"Relax," Leon chides from a doorway. "It means he likes you. If he leaves organs, you're a god."

[vickriarts]

probably hasn’t even been that long but I was missing my brotp, so

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Enid, unprompted: This is why your mom doesn’t fucking love you!

Tyler: My mom died. Yours doesn’t love you by choice.

Enid:

Enid: You got me there. Lmao.

Tyler: Ayoo! We both got mommy issues!

Enid: Purr!

Wednesday: Can you two focus. This is a stake out, you imbeciles are going to get us caught.

Tyler: Oh I’m sorry miss ‘my mom loves me unconditionally’ is our childhood trauma annoying you?

Wednesday: Yes.

Tyler:

Enid:

Wednesday: Focus.

[captainhysunstuff]

@unofficial-deathnotetober Day 12: OT3 or BroT3

Lawlightmane~!

[addictedtostorytelling]

sara sidle + teasing her husband by way of their son greg

[gekkanshoujomangacaps]

[theangrypomeranian]

Zeke: Do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Henry: You're a hazard to society.

Darryl: And a coward. Try twenty.

[pearlcaddy]

we always win the fight, your left hook and my right but if things took a dive, i'll be by your side

luke patterson & reggie peters & alex mercer (1978-1995, 2020-present)

[octoagentmiles]

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii <333

[heatherfield]

Well, DEADFINDR says that Revolutionary War graves are about two rows up.

Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story, Episode 2 “The Ghosts in the Graveyard” [x]

Bonus:

[shrinkthisviolet]

realizing they can never return home with the Skywalker triplets?

Gladly! This follows them throughout the trilogy and touches on some of the aftermath. It's vague on purpose, but the details here are mostly true to how things will go for them after the war (if I tweak a few minor things, I’ll edit this fic to reflect that). Also, I added some Han in here too, hope you don't mind:

War was a funny thing.

Lucy and Leia had grown up hearing stories about it, dipped into it as children, and thrust into it as adults. Luke had grown up knowing about it only from the Imperial history books, ignorant to the rest of it by design, and thrust into it with little warning as an adult, with only his mentor and surrogate sister to guide him.

But then his mentor died, he gained two friends, and his surrogate sister turned out to be the more deeply connected to the Force and lightly trained in connecting to it and holding a staff.

But she at least had resources from Ben—Obi-Wan, but Luke and Leia refused to call him that, and Lucy had always called him Obi—so the two of them muddled through.

It wasn’t easy. Between Jedi training and the fights against the Empire, sometimes it felt like only their promise kept them going through the worst of it: no more children fearing the Empire.

Lucy and Luke’s shared nightmare had turned out to be real. Leia had lost her home planet, her parents, her people. Han had been homeless all his life, bouncing around, taking odd jobs, never having a place to call home. They refused to let any other child suffer such horrors…and with the defeat of the first Death Star, it became easier to believe.

So they threw themselves into it, dedicated themselves to the cause, rose up in the Rebellion (Leia already had, but she was more than happy to pull them up as far as she could—to her, these were her best friends, her family). It became all about the Rebellion, from early dawn to darkest night, and even while they slept.

Tyranny never slept, after all, so why should freedom?

Fighting took a toll, of course it did. Physical scars abounded in Luke’s prosthetic hand, Lucy’s prosthetic arm, the small scars on Leia’s face and hands from the torture droids, Han’s torture scars and fuzzy vision in the first few seconds of a bright light. The four of them awoke screaming from nightmares, consoled only by the presence of one another. Luke, Lucy, and Leia, with connections to the Force, had it the worst, so often they’d sleep cuddled together if they could afford it.

When the war’s over, they told themselves, things will be different.

So hoped every Rebellion soldier. Everyone wanted to go home again, once there was a home to go back to…and slowly, with each battle won, with each victory, even with each loss…they held on to that, inching closer and closer.

And then Luke, Lucy, and Leia discovering they were siblings.

And then the Rebellion blew up the Death Star.

And then Luke came back, embraced his siblings—siblings, imagine that, two of them—and his best friend.

Things were supposed to get easier after that.

But they didn’t. They never got easier.

Each of them had been hurt, betrayed, in different ways throughout the war. And there was no time to linger on that in wartime, of course—but now, with peacetime nigh…there was time.

Even as peace talks were still under way…their bodies relaxed, slowly registering the danger had passed…and newly processing everything that had come before.

Luke and Lucy taught Leia in the Jedi way, and Leia took to the lessons well. Han and Leia got married, settling into Hosnian Prime, with Leia as one of the top Senators. It felt almost like a restoration.

(It wasn’t home, though, and Leia saw it every time she looked out the window.

Han had never settled anywhere long enough to call home, had never bothered about it. But seeing Leia so tearful, so bitter…he couldn’t help but weep for her.)

And Luke and Lucy…well…

“I’m leaving, Luke.”

“…what?”

“I’m leaving,” Lucy repeated stiffly. “I didn’t want to say anything until the wedding was over, so…here it is.”

“Is this about—?”

“It’s about me,” Lucy snapped, “thank you very much, and I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t make a fuss and let me go.”

Luke pursed his lips. “Does Leia know?”

Lucy looked away.

“I…I rather hoped you’d come with me and—”

“No.” her voice trembled.

“You finished my training, Lu!” He insisted. “I—”

“You’ll manage just fine without me.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Better, even, I’d wager.”

“Lulu…”

“My mind is made up, Luke. Don’t waste our last moments trying to change it.”

He sighed, hugging his sister tightly. “If you want to leave…then alright. I won’t stop you. But at least tell me, where will you go?”

“Home, I think. To finish Aunt Beru’s work.”

He nodded sadly. “Keep in touch.”

She smiled bitterly. “We’re already in touch, genius.” She touched her forehead to his, closing his eyes and savoring his presence for a few moments. “I’ll miss you.”

“Please don’t let this be forever,” he whispered. “You’re family, and you know how to find me. You’re welcome anytime.”

“I know,” Lucy smiled sadly. “I know, Luke. I love you too.”

So off she went, flying to Tatooine, intent on her mission.

(Her mission had more than one part to it, but Luke didn’t have to know that.

Nor did he have to know that the further she went, the less it felt like home.)

Luke, for his part, wandered about, following trails and leads to find other Jedi for his Jedi school. Other students, even.

He’d start with adults, he decided. Kids could be challenging, and Luke himself had learned as an adult—he had experience teaching that age range. When he found more Jedi…well, then he’d see about teaching kids too.

(And yet, no matter where he went, no matter how many friends he made or places he settled…his heart still longed for home.

His heart still longed for his sisters.)

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