Stop His Cute…

O MA GAAAAAD!!!

“I don’t know if I believe that no.”

I’m just gonna leave this here haha

For some context; the guy on the right (green shirt) is Kent Mudle - season director. He seems like a really nice&fun guy :D I enjoy watching people who are involved with the creaton of the game play it and comment on the choices and story.

You can watch the whole video here x

tigers chasing a drone

Edit: I have been made aware that this is actually taken from a tiger farm in China which makes me sad because i never knew this when I shared the video.

credit: @cnninternational

Visiting Hours (Telltale Batjokes)

Summary: Bruce begins to visit John regularly in Arkham. John isn’t the only one who starts to desperately depend on the visits.

AN: Episode 5 tore my heart into tiny little pieces and then the post credits scene stapled a couple of the pieces back together. I guess this fic has been one of my ways of coping with it. This was based on my personal playthrough, so Alfred has left and Tiffany is no longer in the picture, leaving Bruce pretty much all alone except for John. A lot of this fic is based on my own headcanons as to where John and Bruce might be heading in the future, but I hope that some of you still get some enjoyment and emotional healing out of it.

The full story is available under the cut. Fair warning: this one is pretty long.

VISITING HOURS

Bruce knew that after everything that had happened between himself and John Doe, most people, or at least most sane people would have stayed as far away from him as they possibly could.

He couldn’t though. No matter how much he told himself it would be the smart thing to do, Bruce just couldn’t bring himself to stay away. He cared about John far too much to do that. Besides, what did the two of them have now if they didn’t have each other?

The orderly that had shown Bruce to John’s new cell announced his presence, and Bruce found himself suddenly gripped by a fresh wave of anxiety. It hadn’t really let up since he had left the manor that morning, which was now far too still and too empty for his liking. Bruce still wasn’t entirely sure how John was going to react to Bruce’s presence; whether he would welcome and accept Bruce’s visit, or whether he would simply tell Bruce to go away and leave him the hell alone. Bruce wasn’t sure what he was going to do if it was the latter.

A latch on the door slid back, revealing the smallest of windows through which John could peek through to see the outside world.

“Bruce!” he exclaimed, his eyes immediately lighting up as soon as they came to rest on him.

Bruce adjusted his tie, still feeling a little nervous, but then John’s face shifted into a wide grin; one of pure joy, and Bruce felt as though a ton of bricks had just been lifted from his shoulders; as though the darkest corners of the hallway had suddenly gotten just that little bit brighter.

Even if he had nothing else then at least he still had this.

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tried to think of a clever caption but its jjust.

back to exterminating raiders

Ok but you know what also makes me cry, besides aziraphale's Hand?

Either crowley is pulling him even closer OR (as it happens right when aziraphale activaly touches him with his Hand) aziraphale pushes himself closer to crowley for a second AND I CANT BELIEVE THIS WEIRD KISS HOLDS SO MUCH LOVE IN IT

be loved by you (batjokes)

John/Bruce. Vigilante Route. AU where Bruce tells John he loves him. 

Bruce leans heavily against the doorframe as he stares at John’s back. He’s facing away from Bruce, standing in front of his collection of photos. Bruce sees the selfie from the funeral, both him and John smiling at the camera, and wishes they could go back to that, back to that easy connection that formed so quickly between them. But as he watches John’s shoulders shake with borderline hysterical laughter, he knows it won’t ever be the same despite how much he wants it to be.

“I was such an idiot. I was so busy looking at you. Admiring you. Wanting to be like you.”

John’s voice is rough with…anger? Hurt? Bruce isn’t sure. John’s shoulders slump and his head drops as he looks away from the photos to the ground. Bruce wants to tear his cowl off and stride over to John and hold him, wants to be held by him. He hates that they’ve come to this and he hates that he doesn’t know if they can come back from it.

“Be loved by you.”

But I do, John. I do love you. I love you so much, it scares me.

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I’m sorry but I can’t, Alfred… IT’S TOO MUCH FOR ME 😓

When your Batsy isn't around 😢

Sad clown