Dick, To The Joker: Hello. My Name Is Richard Grayson. You Killed My Brother. Prepare To Die.

Okay but why is no one talking about MY BABY JAI?! HE A WHOLE SENATOR NOW! CONGRATS JAI!

NO WAY DIDTHAT JUST HAPPEN

I remember relating to Elphaba so much after seeing the show when I was like 11 because she was just as socially oblivious as me. Turns out she was being sarcastic, but I didn't get it because autism.

It's Wednesday!

⋆｡ ﾟ ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ ☾ ﾟ ｡⋆ have a sweet night, little dears, it’s time for bed. grab your favourite stuffie and paci. may i tuck you in so you are comfy and protected? perfect. now, we are all set for a bedtime story.

Wait so Castiel's human form is just some rando he possessed, was nobody going to tell me this

you don't have to have sex in your relationship for it to be successful <3

With the obnoxious medical droid gone, the room fell into a somber silence. Everyone in the crew was watching Ezra, but none of them could find the heart to speak.

Until Hera.

"You really hurt yourself good, huh?"

It was quiet, yet everyone in the room heard it. Aside from Kanan, no one ever really heard her speak that softly. None of them had ever heard her speak to them while they were unconscious.

@raointean

(WI(P)ing-Pong)

The game: Let’s help each other’s WIP goals by playing a rousing game of WIP Ping-Pong!

The rules: If you’ve been tagged (pinged), post any number of lines from your current WIP of your choosing. If you’d like to continue the so-called ping-pong match, tag the person who pinged you (pong), as well as anyone else you’d like to play with!

Let’s see how many concurrent games we can all handle and how quickly we can get through our respective WIPs!

Tagged by: @niennawept -- thank you! This looks like fun and I needed a little nudge to work on some vexing parts of my WIP. It really has been a bit of a slog (affectionate) so far.

Here are some new lines in To Partake:

Elrond sucks in a gulp of that sea-drenched air, then lets it out as slowly as he can, squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on the sound of Lindon’s port: the shouting sailors, the creaking boats and complaining ropes, bells and horns and clopping horse-hooves, screaming gulls and lapping waves. It’s comforting, grounding. He has always liked the docks for how they remind him of Sirion, of a time when he felt safe.

So yes, yeah, we're back in Lindon this chapter wheeeeee.

friendly pings (no pressure): back at @niennawept, @the-commonplace-book & @raointean

it's tough being the oldest.

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