#the meet cute!

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Kara Prince AU Pt 4

The woman looks at her with an arrested smile on her face, eyes wide and confused as she searches for Kara's features.

"Yes, it's me," she chuckles awkwardly. "The girl with the flowers."

Kara stares for a long moment before the joke registers. The shop is called The Girl with the Flowers.

"Hah! Yeah. Sorry, I-- um-- I didn't see you there." Kara drops her hands, reluctantly ending the contact between them.

Lena looks at her with an effacing smile. "No worries. Sorry, have we met?"

"Huh?"

"It just seemed you recognized me," the woman explains.

"Oh! Right. Um." Kara scrambles for a plausible excuse. "You're the owner right? The girl with the flowers."

"Yeah." Lena finally sets her tray of flowers on a nearby worktable, dusting off her soiled hands. She reaches to offer the cleanest in a handshake. "Lena Walsh."

Kara takes the offered hand, and takes a moment to register the warmth of Lena's long fingers, their firm grip and callused ridges. Something in her chest eases, a knot unraveling.

Finally, she smiles.

"Kara Prince."

[c-tepx]

NEVERMIND THE MEETING HAPPENED

found the screenshot from the adventure bible and I'm obsessed

i knew girls are gonna dress up!! look at flertom! she's ready to charm that dwarf bachelor

mayjack seem to be wearing her "prettier" shirt and just regular boots. just like her dad. cute

puckpatti even brought some flowers!

[lazylittledragon]

this got out of hand really fast

context:

[simonbrain]

simon being delusional and pretending he's in a relationship with you because he has no game and can't work up the courage to approach you. maybe you're someone average and unimportant—like the waitress at the pub he frequents—but you've caught his attention, and he can't stop thinking about you.

he hasn't really interacted with you because he's always sitting at the bar with the rest of the boys, but you're sweet and polite, and he can't help the flurry of daydreams that rush through his mind.

he thinks about taking you home after your shift and nodding as if he's listening to you ramble about your night, but really he's concentrating on the soft rumble of your voice. he thinks about cleaning your tired face in the bathroom while you're perched up on the sink, a hand cupping your face to keep you upright while he quietly admires your pretty features. he thinks about dragging you into bed and holding you close to him, offering all the warmth you deserve as you curl up against his side.

he's got his head so far up his arse that when you actually approach this intimidating man who's been boring holes into your head to ask if he's alright, he kind of just short-circuits because you're actually speaking to him? there's no way his perfect girl is right here in front of him. he must be dreaming.

he doesn't realise he's just staring until you clear your throat and nervously say if he should ever need your help, to just ask. and then you're speed-walking off, praying he doesn't take you up on your offer. meanwhile, he's mentally playing russian roulette with a fully loaded gun because how did he fuck that up?

[hinamie]

long way home

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Dead Tired Coffeeshop Accident

For one reason or another, Danny is now living in Gotham and working in a coffeeshop. For one reason or another, Tim frequents the same coffeeshop.

Now, both of them are honest to god messes who treat sleep like a grave enemy. Meaning they both survive on coffee, spite, energy drinks, and their respective hyperfocuses.

They don't even talk, really, they just see each other from time to time: Tim knows the barista who looks like he's been dead for weeks is named Danny, and Danny knows how to make Tim's Death Wish with his eyes closed, but other than that, they are just strangers who largely don't care about each other.

That is, until one time after his patrol, Tim comes to the said coffeeshop in his Red Robin gear. He doesn't even think about it, he simply needs coffee. He comes to the counter. He orders. His voice is tired and emotionless. He just wants his coffee and maybe stare at a wall for a few hours until his brain reboots. Danny takes his order without even looking at him. He has been sitting and staring at a wall for a few hours, night shifts are literally killing him.

They are both so done.

Red Robin waits for his coffee. Danny makes it almost automatically, his mind elsewhere. The coffeeshop is empty, save for them two. It's four in the morning. Nothing feels real.

Danny sets the cup on the counter.

"One Death Wish for Tim," he says out of a habit, not fully registering they are alone, and he doesn't need to do that.

Tim takes the coffee without thinking, nods a silent 'thank you'. Brings the cup up to his mouth-

And notices a glove on his own hand.

He is in Red Robin get up.

He freezes and looks at the barista, who is cleaning the coffeemachine. Danny, noticing him looking, also looks back at him. Did he make the wrong order? He knows Tim's soul, he's seen it a lot, he couldn't have mistaken him for anyone else, but maybe he forgot to add syrup?..

There's a domino mask on Tim's face. A vigilante domino mask.

They stare at each other. No one moves. No one blinks. The sun is rising somewhere over the city.

Tim takes a sip of his coffee. Danny goes back to cleaning the coffeemachine.

They never speak of this again, but Tim becomes a regular here in both of his personas.

[deancasforcutie]

fuck dude he sure is <3

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that percy and annabeth have a relationship contract they made after they got together once the war came to pass. they outlined it on paper in percy's bedroom. typed up a final draft using sally's laptop. and printed out and laminated it at the local library on their two month anniversary. and they abide by it like it's the law.

[sentient-stove]

“Do you remember when I sold my soul a few years back?”

The tapping at the keyboard did not still. “Yes of cour— Tim, you sold your soul?”

“Oh my god, you forgot.” He dramatically threw a hand against his chest, collapsing sideways out of the chair to land on the cave floor. “I’m wounded. In my cold, soulless heart, shot straight through it. You forgot I sold my soul. Dick, how could you?”

“It’s been a hectic few years-“

“It’s my soul Richard Greyson. Isn’t that important? I sold my soul to the Ghost King and now it’s apparently changed hands.”

“The Ghost King sold your already sold soul?!?”

Tim sat back up, using the BatDesk to pull himself to his feet. “Nah, apparently the og king got bested in combat and the new king now owns it. He sent me a letter. So we could meet. And potentially discuss me repossessing my soul. Anyway, are you free Thursday cause that’s when he’s picking me up and he said I could bring a friend. Cissie already said no, so you’re the next on my list.”

Dick had long since abandoned whatever report he’d been working on and was staring at Tim with what could only be described as ‘major concern.’ “Can we please backtrack to the fact you sold your soul to a Cthulhu-like entity?”

“No.”

…

Meme under the cut

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby meets Cassie’s favorite FNAF animatronic Roxy!

[decomposingmousetrap]

I just thought of something cute.

.・。.・゜✭・🦷・✫・゜・。.

Y'know how Ghost pulls out some jokes here and there and is generally good at quips?

Imagine that the boys are out, just having a little get together at a bar after a successful mission and Simon pulls out one of his shit jokes.

You happen to sit nearby, your friend in the bathroom so you have nothing to do other than drink and listen to the environment around you.

"What's the difference between an oysterman and a prostitute with diarrhea?"

...

What?

Slowly, you set down your drink and listen carefully as a deeper, gruff voice behind you starts off a bit.

The Scotsman of the group groans audibly, "Steaming Jesus... What?"

"One shucks between fits, and the other fucks between shits."

Immediately, your forehead hits the counter as a fit of giggles bubble up and spill from your lips, uncontrollable, especially with how the joke, so fucking stupid, keeps replaying in your head. Your laughter is highly contagious as it seems, as the group of men behind you begin chuckling along.

"LT, ah think they liked yer joke."

Through little giggles, calming down from that little fit of yours, you throw a peek over your shoulder, catching onto the darkest yet equally shining pair of eyes, crinkling with a small grin as the large blond regards you with amusement and intrigue.

.・。.・゜✭・🦷・✫・゜・。.

Reblogs are highly appreciated :)

[weedle-testaburger]

you'd better all acknowledge the most important things from that finale, by which i of course mean this:

[nonomives]

I did something

[lazylittledragon]

mombin pt 6 and look who showed up

(1)(2)(3)(4) (5)

[egophiliac]

IT WAS ERIC AFTER ALL!!!! I'm so glad we got to meet him (before Vil snaps him away with those Infinity Gauntlets) (can't wait to see what happens when we get the matching Infinity Tiara to go with them, there will be no survivors)

(sorry to be so slow/rough lately, just got a lot of stuff on the ol' brain at the moment! alas, if only I could spend all my time drawing incredibly stupid characters I mean I do but)

[tragedy-machine]

Post s1 au where Charles tries to bond with the Night Nurse and jokes that she needs to put herself out there and date someone, take advantage of the fact that she's on earth now and that maybe her great love is just around the corner, and she goes "and what would you have me do, just stumble in an attic somewhere with severe internal bleeding and wait for the love of my life to show up just because it somehow had worked for you? No thanks!"

Charles is startled by this, like "love of- what??" And then it hits him that the NN thinks him and Edwin are dating and that holy shit, they really did have quite a romantic meeting, didn't they, and does he actually want to date Edwin?? (Duh)

The Night Nurse doesn’t buy it when Charles tells her they're not dating so it becomes a running gag that Charles tries to stop the NN from saying things like "your beau" or any other lines referencing them being together to keep it from Edwin so he's constantly interrupting her or pushing Edwin into other rooms when she visits etc

Finally, Edwin catches on and corners Charles like: why on earth would the NN think we're dating?!

Charles: um, she saw my memories of how we met- of my death

Edwin: so? She saw it from your perspective, so why would it lead her to a conclusion that we're dating?

Charles:...

Edwin: Charles.

Charles: *silence intensifies*