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Dick: Does anyone have any suggestions?
Jason: Why dont we shoot the Joker?
Dick: How that will help us in an alien invasion?
Jason: It would be really funny
Dick:
Dick: Works for me, add it to the list!
Damian: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake.
Tim: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for Jon.
Damian, pointing his hot glue gun towards Tim: You’re on thin fucking ice.
Dick: Mentally taking a drag of my mental cigarette because I don’t smoke, but life has been very smokable lately.
I think it'd be funny if Damian kept up his formal speech patterns for the sole purpose of appearance. Originally, he would've learned to speak that way in the League, but I feel like Jason's informality and unseriousness would rub off on him eventually.
Alfred is gone for the week and Bruce is cooking for the bats
Bruce: "Alright guys, it's a little burnt, but it still might be good."
Tim, squinting his eyes at the plate: "B, it looks radioactive.."
Damian: "Father, I will not be consuming this horrible dish. It seems itself to be inedible, and I will not be poisoned by your lack of skill in the food department."
Later
Damian, on the phone with Jason: "It looked like shit! He served us all mystery meat, Todd. Bring me some decent food right now or I'm killing myself."
Jason: "Jeez, kid, take a chill pill or something. I'm on my way."
Damian: "There is no pill chill enough for me to take, Todd! I can't keep starving myself whenever Dad is put in charge. He's going to kill us all on accident!"
genuinely what was mary’s reaction to cas and dean hugging was supposed to convey because all i got was “that’s legal now?”
sorry im. okay imagine buck is watching his trash tv. and its dancing with the stars. and eddie wanders in and hes standing watching it too (as dads are wont to do) and then he starts Critiquing Their Form and buck whips his head around like. um. what the fuck are you saying rn.
wholeheartedly believe that the first time dean drops the L word on cas, he’s scared and desperate and angry, and as he’s yelling at/pleading with cas (same thing to dean), “you’re the love of my life” just slips out. and dean doesn’t even think about it, because it’s just an obviously true fact to him.
meanwhile cas is totally blindsided making dial up noises and having his entire understanding of the world rewritten in an instant
Metgala had passed once again, and I can't stop thinking about how badly the Batsiblings would judge every look they see. Bruce Wayne taught them to style themselves and be dolls, NOT for this.
Dick, throwing chips in TV: Go, Kylie, go! Give us nothing!
Tim: As the most fashionable sibling out of all of us, I can't stress enough how this pains me.
Stephanie: Be fr, Cass is the most fashionable one, lol.
Damian: Not to appear as Drake's supporter, but Brown, I know that you are not joining us to judge this humiliation ritual, when you wear violet converses with yellow capri pants.
Duke: This year's topic, and the way they handle it, offend me personally. Like. Please. Cassandra, nodding: You would... Slay. Jason: God, I will slay these idiots with my sword, WHAT IS THIS? Another black suit?!
Everyone: *dead silence for a whole minute* Dick, swallowing: That is surely not what I think it is. Jason: I am starting to shoot in a minute. Tim, closing his eyes: I am speechless. Bruce Wayne on their screens, who was invited to the Metgala, but was suggested by the PR-team to wear the most boring outfit, so people would still perceive him as a bimbo with no thoughts behind his big blue eyes: *waving at the camera* Stephanie, scrolling her phone: Oh, that's not a thirst trap edits with this look on my timeline that I see. Everyone: *terrified screech*