#and i would be his alibi

[wwooyology]

I would like to give a shout out (shout, shout, shout when we're together) to bec (@yeonzzzn) for blessing my eyes with this scrumptious edit 😩😩

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Let the revenge games begin.

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[potatoeofwisdom]

[marc--chilton]

ruhgh the pilot. the pilotttt.......... the patient getting wilson to reflect on house's actions and he barely has to examine before determining with a little smile that "yeah, he cares about me :) " like it's such a little thing. utterly precious. but also very smoothly gets the audience to think similarly: people will say anything, it's what they do that really shows what they mean and how they feel. love is a verb love is a doing word

[spicylove4ever]

FI.NA.LLY.

Who else loved the Admiral's bottom line? I loved the Admiral's bottom line.

Headcanon: Lithera choose to stay on Pellus' arms not just because that's her favourite spot, but also helps her look down Evret on this situation.

[protect-namine]

so as of trial 5, here's the number of times people knew shuichi lied in the trials:

kokichi: probably every time tbh. he played along in trial 2 when kirumi was being implicated (because he also, by then, figured out kirumi was sabotaging the trial). he starts poking fun at shuichi by trial 4 then eventually gets pissed off (though tbh I think he was more so mad at gonta and shuichi's lying just tipped him over from annoyed to really mad). but he pretty much let shuichi do whatever he wanted for the other trials.

maki: 3x. the first time was when shuichi faked an alibi for her in trial 2. the second time was and when he lied about tenko dying immediately in trial 3, which maki would know because she's the one who told shuichi that tenko's death wasn't instant. interestingly, maki corroborates shuichi's lie to kokichi when asked, and kokichi was just like "¯\_(ツ)_/�� mmmkay sure whatever you say." the third time, he says in trial 5 that there's no lock in the cockpit of the exisals, which again maki would know because she piloted one of those things herself. but to be fair, she was also lying about not using an exisal in the first place.

kaito: 1x. he helps corroborate shuichi's lie about maki having an alibi in trial 2.

keebo: 1x. shuichi lied about keebo not being able to see through his flashlight function lol. it was a pretty bad lie. keebo was flustered and just said he didn't remember anything.

kaede: 1x. shuichi tries to steer the class away from kaede once in trial 1.

I'm not counting any of his lies involving himiko since none of them seemed effective lol and they always make it seem like shuichi was just humoring the supernatural options rather than outright lying or falsifying evidence, unlike the rest of the time where he actually does make up alibis and fake facts to steer the case along. so when himiko is the target of shuichi's lies, it never seems like he's lying to or about her.

there was also a lie in trial 5 where it comes off more as "wishful thinking" than an actual lie, so I don't think kaito would have caught it as a lie.

so to conclude, kokichi and maki both have the most experience and knowledge of shuichi being a lying liar who lies.

[kushanna]

except that, realistically speaking, that's bizarre lol. what do you with "beatrice" going from one person to another? what do you mean the culprit changes halfway through? lmao what. are you even talking about

[boilingrain]

I'm still thinking about how out of all of the crimes that he has committed, Childe went to prison for something that not only did he not do but something that he physically could not have done

[reviviscencegruiform]

And wouldn't you just know it? Seems like the feller climbing that tower had some sort of scrambler! Can you identify this glitched out blob? Can't even really properly identify who that was. Eyewitnesses from that far away don't mean much. Pity.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

The big question - who can JGY be in a study group with that would force you opt out of working with him, and why is it NMJ? 😉

anon how did you know???

[daydreamerdrew]

Adventure Comics (1938) #44

[teddyreblogslotf]

I was talking to my Greek mythology friend about your Greek god oc's the other day. And I mentioned how their not compliant to they myths, and they asked if that bothered me.

With full confidence I said, "You really think Percy Jackson is myth compliant. If o wanted something accurate I'd read the actual myths. Accuracy means nothing to me."

HONESTLY! i can’t make any of my things myth compliant because some of the myths are so brutal and awful that i would be uncomfortable representing them. like my zeus is nothing like myth zeus because NOBODY LIKES MYTH ZEUS!

i kept some myths as a part of my au, like most of the creation myths are the same but greek god are assholes, anyone who knows mythology knows that. i would never represent those kinds of assholes in my ocs

[pocketramblr]

am I mistaking you for someone else or are you the one who made Giran Kotaro's dad once?

Haha no yeah that was me, that's a fun au born of a typo but committing to the bit was worth it as it ends up meaning Giran raises his grandchildren and leads to the Todobeards plotline

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Request idea:

Your darling, adoring, wonderful boyfriend Jason sits you down And solemnly confesses that he is red hood. He’s been dreading this day for months. If you want to leave, he’ll understand and wait—-

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU KNEW THE WHOLE TIME?

Jason thinks he’s in an angst fic. The reader is in a rom com where her boyfriend has been a ridiculously obvious superhero, but she’ll let him tell her when he’s ready.

Maybe some shaningany flashbacks where you’ve helped to keep his identity secret (stalling so he can change, giving alibis) while he was oblivious.

- Batchilla

To Wait and To Love

Hi Batchilla! Hope you enjoy! ♡ ~1.5k words

Your boyfriend is a vigilante, Red Hood, to be exact. You know this. He's just not aware you know this.

It's obvious, really, and kind of cute the way he makes excuses to leave. Sure, before you put two and two together, it was starting to seem like he was just dragging you along. But it all made sense when you caught sight of the helmet poorly concealed under his bed.

It makes you wonder if he wants to get caught. Especially when he brings you flowers from the shop you just saw him save from Poison Ivy on TV. Or freezer-burnt cartons of ice cream from your favorite ice cream shop, which was buried under piles of snow courtesy of one Mr. Freeze only twenty minutes ago.

You offer him big smiles and kisses of thanks, and your heart melts a little at how relieved he looks, how baffled he is by your understanding. And you do understand. To tell someone you run around in spandex and leather every night is a big risk, especially for someone who used to run crime in Gotham.

You're no angel yourself, even if he does call you one, and it's endearing to watch him scramble for excuses. It's even more endearing that he tries so hard to make it up to you when he's late, when he has to leave early, when he comes back battered and bruised with flimsy half-thought out explanations.

You'll let him take all the time he needs to tell you, and it's almost funny how easily you've come to cover for him.

"Jason? Oh, he's changing his suit. Someone knocked into me and I spilled my drink all over his jacket. How embarrassing," You laugh out, answering the reporter's question over Jason's absence from the latest Wayne Gala. It's only half a lie, you might not have spilled your drink but he's definitely changing his suit. It's just not the suit anyone would expect.

Once whispers of a break-in at Gotham National Bank started circulating the Gala, it wasn't hard to miss the meaningful glances between your boyfriend and his family. Sometimes you wonder how no one's noticed it before.

You smile brightly at him once he comes back, smelling like gunpowder and leather, and you let him kiss your knuckles while he mumbles apologies over getting caught up with an old friend. You don't imagine Riddler is exactly an old friend, but you teasingly tell him how he owes you a dance for making you wait. He smiles back, his own grin even brighter than yours, as he leads you to the dance floor.

You're opening the door to your apartment, chatting lazily with your friend after a night out.

"Is your boyfriend here? I remember you saying you two were practically living together," they ask, eyes trailing around your living space.

You hum thoughtfully, "We pretty much are. I think he might be sleeping or out looking for the stray cat we saw the other day. It had a bad limp." It's not a hundred percent a lie either, there was a hurt stray. You just know that Catwomen already picked it up, after a text Jason sent to Bruce Wayne's current girlfriend, Miss. Selena Kyle. Which would have been more of a surprise if you didn't already know who Batman was.

But it definitely isn't the truth, because you did catch sight of a red helmet following you and your friend back from the club. (Gotham never felt safer, than when he was watching over you.)

Your friend coos and starts to respond, when a thump sounds from the fire escape. They jolt, "What was that?"

"The cat, probably," You say quickly, letting out a laugh, "it's, uh, pretty big. Has a limp. Hey, did I show you the flowers Jason got me?" You gesture towards the bouquet behind them, and you both focus on the pretty blossoms.

Within minutes, you hear your bedroom door open and close. "Hi, baby," Jason drawls, looping an arm around your waist to pull you to his side, "Sorry, I fell asleep, how was your night?"

You pretend not to notice the limp he's nursing, one you're certain he should be resting, and tilt your head up to kiss his jaw, "It was fun. Missed you."

"I missed you too," he echoes fondly, and the three of you fall into an easy conversation. You distract your friend when you all go to sit on the couch, and if you choose to avoid sitting on his left side, it's certainly not because Red Hood hurt his leg fighting Killer Croc earlier this week.

Jason has never said your name like that before. His eyebrows are knitted together. He's kneeling in front of you, his hands clasped over yours as you sit on the bed.

"I love you and I– I have something to tell you," he chokes out, strained, "please, just– just, hear me out."

It clicks. This is it. He's going to tell you.

You smile and nod, it'll be nice to finally air out this secret. And maybe he could help you work on your excuses? It'll be easier if you're working as a team. You reach out and brush his hair back, unfazed and delighted he's trusting you enough with this, "Of course, Jason. Anything you need to tell me."

Jason is going to throw up. He's finally gotten his act together enough that he's going to tell his partner he's Red Hood. His stomach is churning, it's agony, knowing he could lose them over this.

They're so good to him. So understanding and patient and kind. He has no idea how he got so lucky. And he loves them. It's scary sometimes, how much he loves them. He wants this to last so badly. So, he has to be honest. Has to tell them he isn't what the world says he is.

He's a vigilante. Was a crime lord. He hurts people to save people. He terrifies the trash that calls themselves human. He's not good for you, but he tries. He wants you to still love him.

He wants you to stay so much. Even if he's not good. He wants you. You deserve so much more than the excuses and lies he gives. Jason's wanted to tell you for weeks, but he chokes on his words every time. He's never been so afraid of doing something. Not when he was a kid on the streets. Not when he was Robin. Not as Red Hood.

You look so perfect, sitting at the edge of your bed and smiling at him. He almost flinches when he thinks this could be the last time you smile at him.

He's on his knees. He's prepared to beg. He would beg to keep you.

He says your name, he tells you he loves you. It might be the last time he gets to say that to you. The thought makes him even more nauseous. He tells you he has something to say.

You brush his hair back and keep smiling. He wants to sob. You don't know. You don't know what he is, what he's done.

"I'm Red Hood," he gasps out, voice ragged.

A beat. You're still smiling, you still look happy, and you're nodding at him.

He blinks at you, "I'm Red Hood," he repeats, "I know that- I know it's a lot. I understand if you never want to see me again, but, baby–"

You lean forward and kiss him. He's more than just a little dumbfounded. "Jason, I love you too. I'm not leaving you. I, um, kind of already knew you were Red Hood?" You say, a sheepish smile coming over your face.

"You– what?" Jason stumbles out. You're still here. Still touching him. You kissed him. You look relaxed. Happy.

"I saw your helmet under the bed. Everything clicked after that," You tell him gently.

"And you're okay with that? You're okay with me?" He asks, tone betraying his desperation.

Concern flashes in your eyes, "Of course I'm okay– I'm more than okay with that, Jason. I love you, tights or not."

He lets out a laugh, and his stomach swoops, the tension dissipating throughout his body, "Yeah?"

You grin at him, cupping his face, "Yeah, but you're going to have to show me how you swing around rooftops."

He gets off his knees to kiss you again, he doesn't think this moment could get any better, "Is that all?"

You giggle, at the pure elation in his eyes, and he grins widely at your joy. Then, the moment does get better, "Well, I'm kinda interested in the car Batman drives around you."

"I could make that happen," he murmurs, and seals the promise with another kiss, "You wanna see the batplane too?"

Your eyes light up, and Jason thinks he might be addicted to the mischievous glint that flickers in your gaze.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Okay so like stick with me but young Derek, alive hale fam au.

So like the Hale family finds out that Derek has a crush on Sheriff Stilinski’s delinquent son, and has mixed reactions. Talia is torn between amusement, worry and wanting to dislike stiles. Papa hale is very protective but thinks it funny that him and his son have the same tastes.

Peter is ecstatic, Stiles once beat him in chess when running from the cops. (stiles was running and sat down in the park around people for cover, turns out he interrupted a chess tournament. Peter challenged him to a game if stiles lost, Peter would turn him over to the police. If he won, stiles could use him as an alibi)

The rest of his siblings don’t really have an opinion other than using Derek’s crush to make fun of him EXPECT for Laura. Laura is in a one sided rivalry with stiles.

As the sheriff right hand deputy she was tasked with keeping an eye out for stiles and she constantly loses him. Which shouldn’t be possible because she’s a werewolf. She can never connect him to a crime he’s committed and can never prove anything. Can’t go to a judge a say “oh he left a scent trail which I followed because I’m a werewolf.”

Derek brings him home to dinner after they start dating. Unfortunately, the day that Derek brings him over, is also the day that Laura had to run around town taking reports of his crimes. She is fuming. Stiles looks her dead in her twitching eye and asked her how her day went.

The only crime she can connect him to is when he commit aggravated assault against a few of Derek’s teammates went to far with hazing. (Derek refused to fight back as not to hurt them) she lets him off.

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

I think YJ98 would go hard as one of those unserious high school superhero shows where the characters are always making godawful excuses to their friends and sneaking off to save the day, except all of them are superheroes and they just don't realise it, resulting in identity shenanigans that are actually wholly unecessary. Also the story follows Tim, who doesn't even operate in the daytime, but is left providing increasingly absurd alibis for his friends because he's the only one who's deduced their identities and he really needs to keep it that way before they all end up arrested and he has no one left to eat lunch with

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