i love bokuroo.

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i love bokuroo.
More thoughts about TPOT 23!!!
I need to talk about marker,
I already felt bad for him in the previous episodes but...
He really misses black hole...
Also... HE MADE A WHOLE SONG?????
"Black hole, save me! What is happening?
Black Hoooooooooole, Black Hoooooooooooole
Black hole, Save me, I just want my friends!
Black hole, Save me, What is happening?"
I might've messed up with the lyrics and stuff but, uh... yeah!
He misses one of his best friends...
How do you think he'd react to black hole being trapped?
(Also I really wanna make more BH and marker angst for my one AU now...)
Here's the premise, certain Batfam members are at a charity gala trying to get fingerprints from a target. Steph plays at waitress and carries away an empty glass, but she gets bumped into and all the glasses shatter despite her best efforts.
"Shit. Well, good thing he drinks like a fish." Steph said over their comms as they eyed the second wine glass.
"It's the fourth one on the tray," Tim declared, watching the glasses, moving through the crowd.
"They're in a circle."
"It's the one with the half milimitre of champagne still left--"
"No, it's not." Bruce said. "It's the one closest to the waiter, the one with the smudge."
"This is ridiculous." Damian announced, "I'm getting his phone."
"He'll notice, don't do that," Bruce muttered, trapped with some obnoxious businessman and moments from spilling something to get out of it.
"I'll get it back to him in two minutes--"
"I can keep track." Tim argued, trying to move to get it, but Dick grabbed his arm, dragging him along.
"Come here," Dick ordered, walking them both right up to the man. "So nice to see you tonight, have you met my brother yet? Tim Drake Wayne, he's very eager about interning at your company."
Tim played along instantly, shaking the guy's hand. "Is it true you've managed to get around the cost of catalysts for your hydrogen fuel cells?"
"It's still quite new, but if you're serious, we can definitely set something up."
Tim grinned. "You wouldn't happen to have a number I could--"
"Oh absolutely. Here." The man handed over a business card.
"We got it," Dick muttered over comms as Tim carefully put the card away. "Anyone bring the disulfur dinitride?"
"Car," Bruce said, irritated when he realized he was trapped.
anything can be about your faves if you think about them enough
hi i made this bc i have a sudden boothill obsession
Dean: [lying on his bed in the bunker, blasting "Ready for Love" three days in a row]
Sam: [bursts in and turns off the music]
Dean: "What the hell Sam?"
Sam, seething: "Call Cas and apologize. Now."
Dean: "I'm not calling Cas--"
Sam: "I'm going to strangle you. Then I'll call Cas to heal you if you don't."
Dean:
Dean: "Fine, you weirdo, I'm calling him."
Team Voltron as weird crap my siblings have said: (part one)
Hunk: You are a stale dorito. A disgrace to all doritos.