To all the SuperBat and Stony shippers
Doofenshmirtz + Balloney
Scott x Mildred(the milk carton)
Bradley x Carla(the ice cream machine)
Ms. Murawski x her desk
Elizabeth x a whale
Doofenshmirtz x Perry the Platypus
Professor Mystery x Peter the Panda
This is the best thing I have read, now I want to read the fic
Ok new fic idea
Bruce gets transported to another dimension where everything is normal. There’s no magic, there’s no vigilantism, no super hero’s
Also his parents are alive
And he’s freaking the absolute fuck out, he’s trying to explain everything and say he’s not suppose to be there and they’re like, “uhhh, let’s call Clark?” And Bruce is like, “YES LETS CALL CLARK”
And Clark and Diana come over and they’re like, “Bruce you good??”
And Bruce is flipping his shit explaining to them, then he smacks the shot out of Clark and everyone is like, “BRUCE WHAT THE FUCK??” And Clark has a nose bleed and Bruce is just standing there freaking out more
Then suddenly he’s like, “where are my children??” And they’re like, “what children? Bruce you have no children?”
And Bruce is like, “My children I adopted! I have 6 kids! 7 of o count Stephanie and I do! WHERES MY KIDS. Talia! Talia I’ll get Talia, she and Ra’s have to understand”
And they’re like, “who????” And Bruce is like, “the mother of my child? The one who got away? We couldn’t agree on certain things. Like not murdering people or taking over the world”
And basically everything is like, “Bruce has lost his shit” meanwhile THAT Bruce is now is the Batman timeline and HES freaking the fuck out. Everyone is freaking the fuck out because that’s not Bruce, and poor Bruce is like, “I’m not ready to be a father??”
But then OUR Bruce is like, “ok I’ll actually prove it” and takes off his shirt and shows all his scars and everyone is like, “holy shit. What is happening?? You’re definitely not Bruce??”
Basically a want all hell to break and Constantine come son and fixes it the end
I just found this and thought it was cool
:/
“But in the deep place of the spirit, we are moved and called forth to undertake this ongoing adventure by the yearning, restless, and creative One who - though called by the ten thousand names of God - is still clothed in marvelous silence…”
(from ‘Hymns to an Unknown God’, by Sam Keen)
July 7, 2017
(Source: https://goo.gl/maps/FePiHcDFqVr)
I FUCKING love this . When I heard the beat of what they were doing I literally fell on the floor laughing so fucking hard.
This is what I choose to do with my spare time.
“Capitalism made your-”
No. LABOUR made it. LABOUR made my phone, my laptop, the internet, this website, my clothing, my house, all social media, and everything else. LABOUR makes things, Capitalism doesn’t because economic systems don’t ‘make’ anything, they just determine who gets paid for making things.
LOL