#Dramatic

[musingmedia]

Are you mad? Yes, we are mad—at ourselves for forgetting your birthday!

[reubyanne]

Bruce Wayne loves to be a dramatic dad when he's out in public. It feels right to his character and somehow his children listen to him.

Dick: *swinging on the chandelier.* ppft! i can do more than this!

Bruce: *act like about to faint.* oh, ohh! Richard my son! oh, how worried i am seeing you like that, please my son! please come down before anything happens.. t-that chandelier is already 100 years old!

Dick: ... o-okay.. *gets down.*

..

Jason: *ready to leave the party with his motorcycle.*

Bruce: *holding to jay's motorcycle.* dear jason! my prince, where would you go leaving your dad alone here huh?? you don't know i would be so lonely and weak without you here..!

Jason: *can't even move his motorcycle for an inch, turn off the gear.* right.. so fucking weak.

Bruce: Jason! language! aaahh– *faints.*

..

Tim: *holding a meeting in WE, clearly tired.*

Bruce: *barge in.* my son Timothy! you look very unwell! come, don't let your dad worry you too much! we can always continue this meeting next week!

Tim: i think.. i think that is for today, I'm gonna take a rest for today too. thank you for everyone's hard work..

..

Damian: *at Gala with Bruce.* father, i need to–

Bruce: *dramatic gasps, the guests now look at them.* what sweet pie??! you want to tell my friends here your achievements in the hospital internship?! oh please go on, my dear! father is so proud of you

Damian: *confused.* i.. i.. i just.. helping heart attack patients..

Bruce: *clapping hands, wiping tears.* pop off, son!

[aka-nyontaros]

[burningvelvet]

a twitter thread that actually killed me

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

Förestående sjöstorm (c. 1850) - Macus Larson

[orofeaiel]

“I sit beside the fire and think Of all that I have seen Of meadow flowers and butterflies In summers that have been"

― J.R.R. Tolkien

[rexfordus]

*After 500 years, I've found those desperate enough to follow my own motives.

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[themuskrater]

I love Susan Foreman because she picked a real, period appropriate human name for herself, and then her gay ass grandfather goes "Just call me ✨️THE DOCTOR✨️"

Like okay, drama queen 🙄

[dewardin]

[fashioncreature]

Maison Margiela Artisanal 2024 by John Galliano

— a theatrical fashion show

[sincerelytennessee]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Ryan Reynolds was on the run from an insanely large alien bug that kept eating him alive. Every time he was eaten whole, he would come back but one less person remembered him and anything he did.

I got excited after seeing him on the street, and he realized I was one of the last to remember him. I had to help him lure the bug under the ocean or to top of a mountain in order to make it more vulnerable so he wouldn't have to find out what happened if he was eaten two more times.

I failed and watched myself forget him and the information about the bug, because he told me about everything before.

I tried to help when I noticed a monster was chasing a dude, but I was slow and dumb.

He didn't make it back after he was eaten again.

[rose24207]

can you do a one where she pranks lando like ignoring him and he kinda gets mad?

Me? Dramatic?!

Summary: You prank Lando by ignoring him to see how long it takes for him to get upset. Spoiler: it doesn’t take long

Lando x Reader

Genre: fluff, humor, a little angst

TW: pranking?

A/N: cute idea! Thanks for the request!!

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It had started as a joke, a simple prank.

You knew Lando well enough to know how much he hated being ignored—how he craved attention, especially from you. It was a harmless game at first, letting him call and text you without responding, leaving him on read while you enjoyed a quiet afternoon.

But now… as you sat there, watching him pace in your living room, the tension was growing.

You weren’t sure how far to push this.

Lando had called you multiple times, his voice getting more frustrated with each missed ring. At first, it was cute—the little text that popped up saying “Why are you ignoring me???” followed by “You okay?” and then “I’m really starting to worry.”

Then came the voice notes, growing more dramatic: “I’m not joking anymore. Call me back, please!”

You smirked, leaning back on the couch as you scrolled through your phone, completely unfazed by his increasing attempts at communication.

Your phone buzzed again, this time with a text that simply read: “Answer me, please. It’s not funny anymore.”

You bit your lip, trying not to burst out laughing.

You knew he was getting annoyed. You could hear it in his voice when he called you last.

But you didn’t expect to see him storming into the living room just moments later, his face red, his hands running through his hair as he stood in front of you.

“What the hell?” Lando huffed, his arms crossed over his chest. “Why are you doing this?”

You barely looked up from your phone, keeping up the act. “Doing what?” you asked innocently.

His eyes narrowed, and you could see his jaw tighten with frustration. “You know exactly what,” he snapped. “Ignoring me. Not answering my calls or texts.”

“Lando,” you said, setting your phone down slowly. “You’re being dramatic.”

He stepped closer to you, his voice rising slightly. “Me? Dramatic!?” His eyes were wide now, his patience wearing thin. “I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose! Are you mad at me?”

“No,” you answered too quickly, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to form on your lips. “Why would I be mad at you?”

He huffed again, his shoulders tense, looking like he was on the verge of giving up. “I don’t know, maybe because you’re giving me the silent treatment for no reason?”

The guilt started creeping in, but you were still holding your ground. “You’ve been fine. I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy? Busy doing what? You’ve been on your phone the whole time, ignoring me.” His voice cracked slightly, and you could see a flicker of hurt behind his usual teasing.

At that, you felt your resolve crack a little. You hadn’t expected him to get this upset, though part of you was secretly enjoying the way he was all worked up over it.

Lando took a deep breath, leaning down to look you in the eyes, trying to soften his expression. “Look, I get it. You’re playing some game or something, but you don’t have to do this. It’s really not funny anymore.”

You felt your heart squeeze, a mix of guilt and affection for him. You could see the stress in his eyes now, the realization that you were genuinely causing him some discomfort.

You let out a small sigh, dropping your phone on the coffee table. “Okay, okay,” you relented, a small smile creeping onto your face. “You win.”

Lando looked at you, confused. “What do you mean?”

You finally met his gaze, that playful smirk returning to your lips. “I was just messing with you,” you admitted. “It’s a prank. I was ignoring you on purpose to see how long it would take for you to get mad.”

Lando blinked, his expression shifting between disbelief and annoyance. “Are you serious?”

“I am,” you said, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “You’re so easy to wind up.”

He stared at you for a moment, his face a mix of irritation and relief. Then, with a sigh, he flopped down onto the couch next to you, running a hand through his hair. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know,” you said, leaning against him.

Lando let out a dramatic groan, flopping back dramatically. “I can’t believe you’ve been ignoring me for hours. I thought something happened.”

You laughed softly, brushing your hand over his arm. “It’s all part of the joke.”

Lando shook his head, still clearly annoyed, but there was no hiding the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “I’m never letting you do this again. You’re horrible.”

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad.” You grinned, nudging him playfully.

“You made me think you didn’t want to talk to me,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

You raised an eyebrow. “Really? You wanted to talk to me that badly?”

Lando gave you a pointed look, but before he could respond, you leaned over and kissed him, the tension finally breaking. “I’m sorry, I won’t ignore you again.”

“You better not,” he murmured, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

“Next time, though, I’ll just prank you with a fake spider,” you said, smiling against his lips.

Lando shuddered at the thought, pulling away slightly. “If you do that, I’m leaving.”

You laughed softly, your heart racing as he pulled you back into his embrace.

And for the first time in hours, Lando was finally at peace, his anger dissipating the moment you kissed him.

But next time… he was definitely going to keep an eye on you.

Just in case.

Thank you for reading!

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[svndvn]

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