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I’m staying out of it.
pluckyblackbird said: #im in gay surgeon trash hell jude what have u done to me
sorry i got stuck here first and im lost im so lost but i never want to get out. im useless today im just reblogging all this HELLA CASH SHIT IN HERE i keep findi ng. i love my surgeon mummy trenchcoat plato guy
pluckyblackbird:
send “Am I going to be okay?” for my muse to wrap their arms around your muse and comfort them.
“… I don’t know.”
He’s just sitting there on her couch. They were yelling, and she was mad at him, and something wasn’t right, and then he said that.
She wants to be hard. She wants to yell at him, scold him, tell him he’s bad. Tell him she hates him, maybe. She was planning on it, even.
Because she knows he isn’t okay. She knows he isn’t, and he hasn’t been for a very long time, and he probably never will be. She knows. He doesn’t. And she finds that lying is easier now than telling him the truth.
“I don’t know.” Her hands fall on his shoulders, and then they keep going; she leans down and puts her chin on top of his head gently, wrapping her arms up over his collarbone and curling her fingers on his shoulders. She’s never hugged him before. She hopes it doesn’t scare him.
“I don’t know, Jon. I want to say yes.”
They’re fight sure has taken a turn. For the worse, it seems. After Jonathan’s question, full of desperation and some kind of delicate pain, it falls silent. And she just looks at him, eyes filled with an odd mixture of hatred and sympathy.
He allows her to hug him. He allows it to happen. He stiffens a little bit, but he doesn’t push her away. He doesn’t need his space, right now. He seeks comfort from her right now, otherwise he’d never asked her that question.
“I--” he says, but he chokes and falls silent again. He leans his forehead against her shoulder, relishing in the warmth so foreign to him. He can’t even remember if he’s even been hugged before.
“It hurts,” he finally says, voice soft and fragile. “The pain’s so much worse since I met you.”
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Crane hardly ever drinks. He doesn’t because he doesn’t like the altered state of mind. He prefers to stay sharp, on point of things, especially work.
The result of his reluctance to consume the stuff is that Jonathan Crane is an incredible lightweight.
And tonight it shows. Eyes glazed, hardly focused, he stares at the ceiling, his head in Becky’s lap. She didn’t ask for him to do that, he just did. Hell, she hadn’t even asked him to come by. He’d been drinking in a nearby bar and is now too drunk to get back home safely on his own. So he went to Becky.
“You know,” Jonathan mutters slowly, tone thick and with a hint of Southern Georgia hidden in it. He looks at her. “You look really pretty tonight.”
Groaning, not yet wanting to fall asleep, he gets up slowly, instead of laying on her now sitting close to Becky on the couch. He leans even closer, lips ghosting over her neck. “You smell pretty, too...” he whispers.
He’s intoxicated. Roaring drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. But he starts kissing her. Her neck, where he finds she smells the ‘prettiest’. Chasing soft spots, he pressing his lips against her a bit firmer, humming softly.
The next moment, however, he flops his head beck into her lap, face down. He just collapsed, snoring lightly because of the alcohol.
Smooth.
pluckyblackbird said: ‘what do you mean somebody graffitied 'bruce wayne sucks’ all over gotham bridge in glow in the dark paint jason’s been with us this whole time’
“im completely innocent bruce u cant prove anything”
it is in this moment that he knows he can trust becky with his life, which mostly just consists of him getting really emotional abt classic literature and whining about sitcoms
pluckyblackbird said: ‘a generous helping of TOMMY NO’ that sums up at let 80% of my blog content honestly
i thought it was accurate i mean between talking shit abt bruce and keeping tommy in line and making pancakes while jason escapes bruce’s scrutiny by going through the window, they’ve all got their hands full
i bet jason constantly like causes shit to go on in gotham and then books it to the manor and chills with becky and tommy and then bruce gets back and jasons just chilling like “hey. sup. nice place why dont u ever invite me over anymore” PASSIVE AGGRESSIVELY SIPS AT HIS DRINK WHILE STABBING PANCAKES W/ HIS FORK
Edbird: Seed Becky willingly associating with another Edward.
Edbird: *Distressed bird noises*
eatin a mcdonald’s hamburger and thinkin about the one time becky probably got tommy to eat mcdonald’s and he was so upset but he just kept eating the fries while talking about how terrible it all was. beccky this food is terrible did you know there was an article about a mcdonald’s hamburger being left alone for a month it didn’t even grow mold it was left out and nothing happened there are so many preservatives in their food why are their fries so good becky this is awful im going to die because i ate this food it isn’t even food becky what is this made of