Had This Wierd Dream, With Bruce And Selina And Suddenly It Turned Into A Weird Commercial For Merch

ugh i know bruce probably has some lame ass ubiquitous american broadcast voice, but SO BADLY i want him to have just. the world’s THICKEST jersey accent

“jason peetah, swear ta god, i’m gonna cawl alfred and get ‘im to tawk some sense into ya. do you want him to know what you been up to? yeah no. yeah no! ‘swhat i thought! yeh breakin ya butler’s heart!!”

“jane and lisbon sit on the edge of the bed, weary and disconsolate and dirty, like lovers after an illicit tryst” is the craziest thing bruno heller has ever written btw

31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN 1990's edition — (21/31) ↳ Fear (1996)

hamzah would be a freak of a husband guys dont kid yourself... and i DONT mean the down and dirty kinda freak hes just a freak in general. stick 2 binging slushynoobz media and stray from the irl fics.....

Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you

as my friend says: top tier old men yaoi

yoshida is a freak

initially hes unnerving, makes you feel uneasy

youve told him plenty of times youre just friends he cant just lean in for rough bites of kisses or let icy, cruel, hands brush so closely to your ass, and for a while he listens, understands maybe he needs to play with food a little before he devours it

so he lets you have your fun, partaking in a handful of uneventuful relationships. because he needs you to need him. and eventually you do. after every bump in the uneven ground that is your narrow array of suitors youre at his door, welcomed in before listening to his soft coos at your ear like a thick warm syrup

sweetheart, youre in the right

how could he say that?

you deserve so much better

oh come here, ive got you

and doesnt he? hes proding you with a fork like the finest cut of meat he believes you are but every hair of yours he tucks away from your tear stricken face, gentle kiss he places on the crown of your head, and comforting carress to your skin has you feeling more than youve felt at all lately

and you dont see the venmous glint in his eye when he hears the doorbell and knows it means theres a issue in your endeavors. you dont see the hospital bills for the past suitors hes sent there, bloody, broken, bandaged. you dont see him hidden behind corridors as you foolishly entertain these boys nor do you see the nightly inner workings of his corrupted brain conjuring up pretty images of you clinging to him, the concept of your whines paired with dewy tears making his cock flushed, red, angry

so you sniffle, lean up, and press your plush lips to his, hungry hands immediately traveling down to hold your hips in a deathly grip, while he lets out a content sigh against your mouth that cant be anything else but a desperate affirmation of victory

he can finally devour

I like this movie

Batman (1966-1968) Season 2 Episode 48 “The Joker’s Epitaph”

you want to know if i think jason todd is worthy of being loved and hated in equal measure, because to love him blindly would rob him of his purpose as a creature too full of sacriliage to be returned to his place at batman’s side and to hate him would be to vilify a hurt kid too desperate for validation to be a villain?? you want to know if i think he’s forever caught in this dark place, hinging on villainy and cusping into sainthood?? you want to know if i imagine him as the mahogany wood pulpit at the head of my childhood church and i am wracked with catholic guilt before him?? you want to ask me if i find him a saint, yet you don’t want to acknowledge that the saints were once sinners, and even peter denied christ three times?? you want me to explain a concept as abstract as human nature and the blurry line between what’s good and what’s worthy of being shunned?? you want to know if jason todd is capable of being both the effigy and the sacrifice?? what are you, a cop? come back with a fucking warrent if you want to know.