#and thus started their friendship

[gothamite-rambler]

How Jason and Roy became friends at a Burger King

Jason Todd: You seem familiar, have I threatened you in the past?

Roy Harper: Did you sell me China cat when I was addicted to heroin?

Jason Todd sat down at the table.

Jason: I'm sorry, I need to know more because we might be friends now. Oh shoot I think I do know you.

Roy: Are you selling me drugs?

Jason: Nope. Hey... did you shoot arrows and dress like peter pan?

Roy: It... it was more robin hood inspired.

Jason: Red hair... arrows... robin hood... Oh you're that moron's, Arrow, sidekick! Oh my God, it's so good to see you again! How you been?

Roy: On... heroin, falling out with Arrow, got married, had a daughter, lost custody, was on heroin and recovering.

Jason: Awesome, you are comfortable to tell me all of this. I like that.

Roy: I ain't got nothing left to lose. How do you know who I am?

Jason: I'll go with my trauma, okay, I was the second robin, died by the joker, was revived from the lazarus pit, went insane, worked with the ghuls for a few years, found Batman, tried to kill him, failed, crazy times man.

Jason laughed then sighed. Roy stared at him confused.

Jason: I am not making up a single thing I said... My name is Jason Todd, you met me before when I was a kid, oh and I fought my brother Nightwing and this annoying spoiled brat named Tim.

Roy: Oh my God, you're not lying. I was there when you made fun of his dead mom.

Jason: That's me!

Roy Harper: You're Jason Todd... Didn't you die?

Jason Todd: Yes, for 2 years actually, but then I wasn't... then I went insane... I'm kind of insane at the moment and I murder horrible people for money... And vengeance, but the money helps.

Jason poured salt in his glass of water and chugged it. Roy looked around nervous.

Roy (worried): Are you selling me drugs? Is this a test? Where's Green Arrow? I promised I wouldn't do them again.

Jason (concerned): No. I'm not selling drugs... I have cigarettes but I don't want that for a former drug addict. I just want to be friends with you... I want to... help you. I never got to do that with other drug addicts, and you look cool. I remember you were... the only guy nice to me.

Roy: I don't... I mean it was common human decency. When you died I was sad, on china cat, but sad.

Jason: Can we hang out then? Can I be your friend? Please.

Roy: Um, sure... I'm kind of friends with Nightwing at times.

Jason: Not anymore, you're my friend! We are friends! Nobody will take that from us! I will buy us bracelets. I heard a lot about you after I died and you are the perfect guy friend I could EVER have.

Roy (sincere): That was the nicest thing anyone has said to me.

Jason: I mean it too! I have not had friends in a while.

Roy: I can tell, but we're in a burger king so... this isn't the oddest thing that has happened in here.

Jason: This is great. What do you want to do? Go to a movie, a mission, a mission and a movie?

Roy: Okay, um, a mission if I can get paid.

Jason: Bitchin' let's go!

Jason stood up and yanked Roy out of his chair and they ran out of the burger king beginning their friendship and the outlaws.

[hanzajesthanza]

geralt "i will NEVER deadname my best friend" of rivia

"he will ALWAYS be dandelion to ME"

[moonlight-stalker]

# Dcu x Dp 200

Waylon Jones had been strolling down in the sewers when he hard fighting. When he got to the area where the fight was happening he sees several man in white shooting green lazer at a being that looks like a Werewolf.

[in-a-faith-forgottenn-land]

matchablossom is great bc you don’t know if they’re actually a married couple, if they’re just dating, friends with benefits, or just. best friends that pretends to hate each other but actually is so in love with one another and their love language is insults

[a-lonely-dunedain]

oh I forgot to post about this on tumblr but I made a slight change to Ethedis' backstory. I've decided that her and Corunir actually knew each other years and years ago, before he went to Angmar and was assumed dead. I wanted them to have a longer history together, and saying they met in Rivendell earlier was a pretty easy way to do it!

So, bad news for Eth because it means she had to go years thinking her first Ranger friend died, but good news because he turns out to be ok! everything is fine! y'know, besides the fact that Corunir seems like a shell of himself when she finally finds him again- ok I really need to learn how to be nicer to my poor elf

[ahalliance]

how do i turn qantoine’s spontaneous marriage proposal to qetoiles into evidence of his early-days fear of qfrench drifing away and keeping secrets from one another

[slowdive1994]

do u remember our friendship starting with you sending me enfp memes

YES I DO HDHDHHAJAJAJSHAJAJJAJA

[sincerely-sofie]

Would twig eat jello?

Twig would have loved eating jello as a young human, but she'd be utterly repulsed by it as an adult pokemon. She's got a thing about food being slimy, and Jello activates her fight or flight response. She can't wrap her head around why she ever liked it in the first place when she finds it so gross now. Maybe it's something to do with charmeleon biology??? Can they just not keep down jello?? Whatever it is, she hates it and its mouth-feel with a fiery passion.

Kip, meanwhile, would love the stuff.

[rosie-tyler]

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[lordgrimwing]

Friends and Family #08

Arwen came home from school furious. 

She stormed upstairs to her room and slammed the door behind her. Celebrían felt the reverberations all the way in her office on the ground floor. Wondering what had her so upset this time and hoping to help her talk through it rather than stew for the rest of the day, Celebrían went upstairs to check on her.

“Go away, Mom,” Came the fourteen-year-old’s muffled response through the door when she knocked.

“What’s wrong?” She asked through the door.

Her daughter groaned. “I hate boys, and I hate Maeglin!”

Oh… Well, whatever she expected to hear, that was not it. Last thing she knew, Arwen and Maeglin were fast friends again, well and truly over that awkward period when they tried dating. Just last week they came home and worked on a class project after school and then played video games with Elladan and Elrohir before Elrond drove him home. She hadn’t picked up on anything that could explain this sudden change, and Elrond would have said something if he thought anything was amiss.

“I thought you two were friends.”

The door creaked open and Arwen let her in with a sigh. “We are,” She explained. “But he didn’t show up to our presentation. I had to do all of it, and I didn’t know his part very well, and Mrs. Boffin docked us points because he wasn’t there. He just didn’t want to do it and he’s just as stupid as all the other boys!” She finished with heat, sitting down on her rumpled bed covers. 

“That is frustrating,” Celebrían said, sitting next to her.

“I’m so mad at him. I’m going to tell him he can’t sit with me at lunch tomorrow.”

“Are you done being friends then?” From her perspective, it was far too small a thing to give up a friendship of nearly four years for, but things always felt so much bigger the first time someone experienced them. 

Arwen sighed and flopped back on the bed, ponytail dangling over the edge. “No,” She admitted, and then firmly added, “if he promises to never, ever do it again.”

That settled the matter for the afternoon.

The next day, Celebrían expectantly waited for the recounting of how things went with Maeglin. Elrond was still at work, managing some kind of crisis, and Glorfindel and Erestor took Elladan and Elrohir to an arcade. There wouldn’t be anyone to interrupt the very serious work of discussing friendships. Since it would only be the two of them having dinner, she made Arwen’s favorite soup and toasted garlic bread in the oven. When Arwen arrived home after her debate club meeting, they sat down to enjoy dinner.

They talked about this and that. The conversation was notably bereft of any mention of her ill-behaved friend until they were almost done. Arwen set down her thick slice of garlic bread and suddenly said, “Maeglin wasn’t at school today.”

“Really?” 

“He must know I’m really upset about yesterday. I bet he’s just too scared to face me so he’s pretending to be sick so he can stay home.” She gave the soup in her bowl an angry stir. 

“That isn’t very nice of him.”

“He’s always getting in trouble with the teachers,” Arwen continued, her shoulders tight with frustration, “and he never cares about that. Why can’t he let me be mad at him instead of being a coward this time? Then we can go back to being friends.”

“Sounds like you’ve thought about this a lot,” Celebrían acknowledged, torn between commiserating with her over the foolishness of teenage boys and helping her learn about relationships.

Arwen poked at her glass of water. “I had a whole speech planned for lunch.”

“Oh? Can I hear it?”

“No, it was just for him.” She looked a little embarrassed now.

“Why do you think he didn’t come to school?”

“Because he's a coward. I just said that.” She rolled her eyes.

Celebrían wiped the grease off her hands with a napkin. “Do you think, maybe, he may be worried that you’ll stop being friends?”

“We aren’t going to stop being friends,” Arwen insisted. 

“But does he know that?” Was her gentle reminder. “He doesn’t have very many friends at school.” Only one, as far as she knew. 

Arwen sighed. “I guess not.” She picked up her spoon and ate some more soup. “I’ll tell him first thing tomorrow that we’re friends and that even if he makes me really angry sometimes, we’ll always be friends.”

Celebrían smiled. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“He’d better be at school tomorrow, though,” Her daughter added around a mouthful of toast.

“Why’s that?”

“Because it’s Friday and I need to give him the homework sheet he missed.”

Friday afternoon rolled around, and Celebrían mostly forgot about her daughter’s worries. There was a small crisis at work she had to manage with several dozen rapid emails and two phone calls with staff in time zones that did not line up well with her working hours. Everything was mostly smoothed over now, though she’d probably have a little more fallout waiting in her inbox when she logged onto her work computer next week. She was just getting around to feeding Gilly, the family’s beloved and round housecat, when the children came home.

Arwen shepherded her brothers inside, the twins engrossed in a comic book they’d borrowed from the school library. Her backpack hung limply from her slumped shoulders, sagging from a weight few children had on them at the start of a weekend.

“Is something bothering you?” Celebrían asked as the twins disappeared into the backyard.

Arwen knelt to pet the purring cat. “Mom, what do you do if someone’s missing?”

“You go looking for them, and you tell an adult. Sometimes, if you can’t find them, you need to call the police. Did something happen at school?” She asked. Arwen was as interested in the morbid as much as any other teen but she didn’t usually dwell on darker topics.

“Maeglin didn’t come to school today.” Her voice trembled and she pulled Gilly into her lap. The cat meowed when she couldn’t reach her food but settled onto the warm lap. ���Mr. Gror called me to the office because we’re friends and asked if I knew where he was because his parents didn’t call him in sick or anything. Mom, what if—what if something happened to him?”

Celebrían sat on the floor next to her. She didn’t want to jump to any hasty conclusions or make Arwen more anxious than she already was. “Well, there’s a lot of reasons someone wouldn’t come to school.”

“But you’re supposed to tell your teachers if you’re not going to come. I know he would have told me.”

 Gilly turned and butted her head against the hand that stopped its scratching. Rather than petting her, Arwen released the cat to devour her food.

“We have to go look for him!” She jumped to her feet. 

“Slow down, Arwen,” Celebrían said, climbing to her feet. “You can't just go running off.”

“But we have to find him.”

She shook her head. This felt like it was starting to get out of hand. She was trying to help Arwen calm down, not send her off in a near panic. “We at least need a plan first. Running off without planning never does anyone good.”

“Ok.” The teen grabbed Celebrían’s purse from the table. She wasn’t quite old enough to start learning how to drive herself. “Let’s go check his home. If he is sick, then he has to be at home, right?”

“Probably,” Celebrían agreed, taking the offered purse. “Go get Dan and Roh; Dad won’t be back for a while so they’ll have to come with us.”

Arwen ran outside, shouting for her brothers.

Celebrían pulled her phone out and texted Elrond, knowing he wouldn't be in a position to answer a call between patients. Briefly, she told him what was happening and where they were going. It wasn’t that she thought anything bad might happen to them; if she did then they wouldn’t be doing this, no matter how worried her daughter was, but there was just something too… off about this whole thing with Maeglin for her to not tell someone where they were going. She was just being cautious. She began to put her phone away but reconsidered and sent a similar text to Glorfindel, knowing he checked his texts frequently.

Arwen returned with the protesting boys just as she slipped the phone back into her pants pocket. 

“Mom,” Elladan complained. “Why do we have to come? We’re reading.”

“Yeah,” Elrohir echoed. “And we don’t need a babysitter.”

“You can read in the car,” Their mother said, ushering the eight-year-olds into the garage after their sister. 

The drive over to Maeglin’s home was unexpectedly tense. The twins sat sullenly in the minivan’s back seat, and Arwen perched in the passenger seat as the small lawns faded for wider sidewalks with thin strips of meager grass and occasional twiggy trees struggling to grow. Individual houses gave way to townhouses, townhouses gave way to old brickwork apartments. Parked cars dotted the street Celebrían turned onto. Navigating the road would be a nightmare if there were more vehicles. As it was, she found a spot directly in front of their destination. 

Arwen undid her seatbelt and jumped out of the car almost before it parked. Celebrían hurried to catch up with her, instructing the twins to stay put before locking the car. She caught up to her at the steps down to the front door. Maeglin’s family lived in the bottom unit on the right, the short windows above ground just large enough to meet fire safety regulations. Any light they might have let in or any glimpse inside the apartment was blocked with heavy curtains. 

The fourteen-year-old rang the doorbell. When the bell made no sound, she rapped on the door with her knuckles. The knocking was not so urgent as to be frantic, but each hit had more force behind it than was typically considered friendly. 

Mother and daughter stood before the flaking paint of the door, waiting.

A small dog barked in one of the other units.

Arwen reached out again and knocked.

No sound came from inside. The home stayed quiet and dark.

Arwen raised her fist a third time.

“I don’t think anyone’s home,” Celebrían said, stopping her from knocking again.

Arwen looked up at her, eyes wide. “But—but he has to be here, Mom.”

She shook her head, starting to share her daughter’s worry. Perhaps his parents were at work and Maeglin wouldn’t answer the door without an adult around, she told herself. Perhaps the family was gone today but would be back tomorrow. She said as much to Arwen before saying they had to go home. She and Elrond would come back tonight or tomorrow morning to try catching someone at home.

There would be a simple explanation for this, she tells herself as they climb into the car. For a simple explanation, she’d gladly feel like a fool for thinking it could be anything else.

[sakuratruther]

it’s so sad that sakura and sasuke relationship is so overlooked by the fandom. i’m not talking specifically about romantic relationship, before everything they were friends; sasuke thinks of both her & naruto when he thinks of bonds, but for some antis (that are mostly sns shippers, sorry to say) it’s canon that sasuke doesn’t give a shit about sakura when?? it’s not true?? and because of association problems of The Brain i can’t stand sns anymore. i think both sns and ss incapsulate naruto’s themes. and even though i love sasusaku so much i think that they all should be together, in a weird toxic polyclue because they are each other’s family. and y’all leaving sakura out of it makes me wonder if you even read the thing throughly

[incorrectjane-andthedragon]

*magnus meets Pincher*

Magnus: who are you? Pincher: I’m Pincher Bates, here’s my card. *hands Magnus his business card*

Magnus, reading it: this says ‘dept collector’

Pincher: the p stands for Pincher

Magnus: …

[like-butterflies-and-glitter]

i crave to be loved so badly but i am so scared of it, maybe even find myself undeserving or not capable of receiving it,

i wrote a self insert character who gets into a relationship with a character who loves so entirely with such devotion and yet find myself unable to write a story where that character does love my s/i enough, the way he has loved other characters in the past. what the hell is that about?

[poptartmochi]

suddenly thinking about the oracle again... idk if she would be so friendly to lana, if we're being fr

[oathofkaslana]

i knowwwww ive talked abt this many times before but i do think its funny how often i keep changing my teams bc i get so bored of playing the same one over and over again.

[cerealbishh]

"You should stop researching, it's... only gonna make your crush worse."

"I don't want it to be fine, that's the whole thing! If it's- if it's broken or if it's, like, in a weird angle or if it's just, like, straight up gone, then I can just let this go!"

"I'll go get my laptop. We'll get to the bottom of this!"