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Yes, it's the same URL. I just changed this one so I can keep track of previous threads and relationships and the like.

#ooc

(This is what happens when I text Andy quoting New Girl.)

Sam: I have the fastest butt in the land.

Andy: I'm gonna need some context.

Andy: Otherwise, my mind's going straight to the gutter.

Andy: And I'm gonna get weirdly aroused.

#crumpetsandcrackers #ooc #(Um)

[03:22:46] Mary Jane: hi.

[03:22:47] Mary Jane: GO REPLY.

[03:22:50] Mary Jane: YOU MANGY TWAT.

[03:22:52] Mary Jane: gogogogogogo.

#(I am amazing)#ooc #crumpetsandcrackers

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#face claim

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#batgirl #babs gordon #barbara gordon

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Forever Follow List (AKA People Who Brighten My Dash)

I figured one of these were long overdue. Especially since I said I’d do one last Thursday and never did. So here’s to the people I love to see on my dash, even if we don’t interact too often or ever at all. I’m just pulling people from my follow pages so there’s no particular order.

MARVEL

OTHER

Thanks so much for making my Tumblr experience such a fantastic one everybody! Keep being awesome.

P.S anyone not following these people should do so right now c;

#(I am weeping with gratitude)#(Too many people to tag)#(But I follow a lot of them and they're quality)#(Simba doesn't lie)#(AND MAKE SURE YOU FOLLOW THE ORIGINAL POSTER)#(He's snazzy)#ooc

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#face claim

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[11:14:16 PM] Spidey: okay

[11:23:27 PM] Spidey: did you jus text me?

[11:26:35 PM] Mary Jane: ..

[11:26:37 PM] Mary Jane: possibly.

[11:52:44 PM] Spidey: LOL

[11:52:56 PM] Mary Jane: what?!

[11:53:03 PM] Spidey: Why are they showing up as Bunny

[11:53:13 PM] Mary Jane: AHAHAHAA.

[11:53:14 PM] Mary Jane: omg.

[11:53:15 PM] Mary Jane: my friend.

[11:53:16 PM] Mary Jane: did it.

[11:53:18 PM] Mary Jane: lemme change it.

[11:53:18 PM] Mary Jane: HAHAHA

#ooc #crumpetsandcrackers #(Wooooops)

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Roy stared at the door blankly, unsure exactly how to make his next approach. Knock? Ring the doorbell?He couldn’t just walk in… Not anymore. Shit, this was more difficult that he had anticipated. Sighing heavily, twisting his wedding ring in his fingers, he raised his opposite hand knocking loudly on the door. This may just be more awkward for her than the time her mother had showed up out of the blue, after avoiding her for countless years. Only, this situation just may be worse. He had left her. Without saying if word of his absence, one night when she had been asleep, only days after their… Little incident. His mind hadn’t been in the right place whatsoever. God, how long had it been? It was surely over a year since he had vanished from her existence. By now she was probably with someone else, just hoping that he would one day show up just to get his signature on divorce papers. Not that he could blame her, at all. He grimaced slightly before knocking once again. “Dammit, Barbara… Answer the door,” he muttered quietly under his breath.

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The knife nearly slipped from fragile fingers. Instead, she dropped it with a clatter against the marble counter top, brilliant blues swiveling about the room in what seemed to be complete confusion. Who was knocking? Nobody ever came by without calling first - they knew better than that.

Hesitantly - how odd, to have Barbara Gordon, Batgirl, so intimidated by a knock on her door - she moved from the kitchen toward the main foyer. Bare feet padded quietly across the hardwood, slender fingers wiped at the apron, leaving bright red smears from the tomatoes she'd been cutting.

No matter what she'd been expecting, it wasn't this.

"Roy?"

It was as if all of her breath had left her, as if she couldn't breathe, let alone speak. Throat hitched, eyes flooded with tears, and before she could compose herself, she launched herself over the threshold.

Sobs were wrenched from her chest as her arms snaked about his neck, face pressed into the warmth of his neck.

#ask-roy-harper #married!babs #prose #(Oh my God)#(I meeeeeessed them)

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Underwhelming team up, take 2!

Finn hopped off of Clementine’s back and looked up at the sky. He was bored. Sif was off modelling or something, Wade was with Talia. He really needed more friends. “You’ll be getting tired of me soon won’t you girl?” He grinned and rubbed the dinosaurs back. “Blargh!” He chuckled softly and shook his head. “What to do, what to do, what to do?” His eyes rolled slightly, his brow furrowed giving an expression of deep thought. “Stop talking to myself is probably a good place to start.”

The young man sighed and ran his hand through his shaggy hair. “Wonder what Bab’s is doing?… Wonder if she’s alive.” He chuckled again. “Probably got eaten by that Killer Croc bloke…. Animal?… Is Killer Croc a person? Hmm. Maybe I’ll go Gotham and ask babs… Or Croc, if he’s had a bat snack…… And stop talking to myself soon.” He turned to the large dinosaur that was now snacking on a near by tree. “Laters Clem, me darling!” With that he took to sky and shot towards gotham.

Soon enough he arrived in the dull, grim looking city. “Oookkay, where to find a red head in skintight leather and kevlar?” Finn looked around attempting to see if he could spot her in the immediate vicinity. “Spose I’ll just look for crime. Time for Gotham to meet…. I still need a hero name. Bollocks! I’ll work on it.” He flew forward looking down allies, knocking out the odd mugger or two as he went. leaving a trail of discarded metal bins and metal bars wrapped around peoples legs and arms.

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Just like any other given night, she sat upon a fire escape, limber legs swinging agilely above the heads of four men. Of the four, three were unconscious while the lone blond - the brute of the group - continued a stream of profanities beneath his breath.

"I can hear you, sir."

"You dumb bitch, I kn-"

And just like that, he was out cold.

Arms crossed over her chest, lips turning down into a displeased frown as fingers glided tentatively across a cut upon her cheek. Until she'd moved, it had gone unnoticed, the pain pushed to the back of her mind. But as she'd leapt from her perch to deliver a concussive blow to the thug, the jolt of her canary yellow boots against solid concrete had brought it to the forefront.

"Ow."

Shaking her head dismissively, she turned, keenly intent on heading home - it was late, after all, and she'd dealt with all those she needed to - when the sound of footsteps had her cease. Even in stillness, she appeared formidable, broad shoulders straightening as her head cocked almost imperceptibly in the direction of the noise.

"Finn!"

Equal parts surprise and warmth flooded her features, a smile flirting with her peach lips as she raised a hand in greeting, posture relaxing.

#crumpetsandcrackers #(HI)#(LOVE YOUUU)#prose