Tomatoes get a bed rep. And I don’t know why. Tomatoes add a lot of flavour.
Jon Nikolai
@esperjn.bsky.social
Finding balance in life can be a difficult challenge. But with time and patience, you can live a happy life… …Still doesn’t stop the people you love from driving you bonkers.
“Huh?” he steps into the freezer of his diner and looks around “…Thought I heard something.”
Add Julie to the DO NOT SERVE list at the diner, right next to Yuri and Taro Magico.
he sits at a booth at a bar, listening to the music and tapping his foot “……I may have shown up on the wrong night. I thought it was trivia night. Either way. I needed a night out. Kids are with the sitter right now.”
“Assuming I can actually see my family again one day. …and assuming Toby doesn’t hate me. Wonder what he’s doing? I wonder how he’s doing?”
he closed his eyes and thought of days long gone he can still see everyone so clearly he remembers the good times. The bad times. The times he can’t quite associate a proper emotion to. “……….Clowns of the 20th Century…….” Jon chuckles “…Cheeky geezer…”
“God, I remember when everyone lived in Gotham. I mean, to be fair…it’s shockingly cheap.”
“Do speedsters have shortcuts? Isn’t everything a shortcut? You can literally just run in a straight line and vibrate.”
I don’t know what’s going on half the time either. From what I can tell, Dracula is sucking Dick, a future kid…Deja vu…is giving apples to bats owned by Dracula, demons happened, symbiotes happened, flirting is happening, the Titans are all screaming and I think Warren White is married to Trigon?
“I’m glad the demons are gone. Am I guilty of not heading over to help? A little…but you know. …got something more dear to my heart right here at home.”
“Alternate timelines are tricky and we’re damn lucky we didn’t get erased. I still don’t know how that happened. Something about some dohickey field generator exploding. I don’t know. I just count my blessings. All three of them.”
From Keystone City, he watched the news unfold, holding his twin children tightly “…I…can’t leave them…” #TheDemonicTakeover
“……I wonder if my super suit still fits? Probably not.” shrugs “…Meh. Got more important things in my life anyways”
as he turned around Jon was there, but his voice was still heard from behind Joel “Don’t drink and steal. Or play with guns….also drop by for a burger some time.” He suddenly faded away
Joel looked at it, then groaned. "Gotta ruin all my fun, don't you?" He picked up the pieces, then turned to leave.
he raised an eyebrow. Metahuman? And he needed a gun? I…should freak him about a bit “Hm. Interesting.” the pieces of the gun began to levitate in the air as they seemed to reform back together for a moment, before separating them again, letting the pieces fall to the floor
This guy was annoying him, so Joel decided to do something to freak him out. Joel then proceeded to bite into the gun and break it in half. While making eye contact. He then spit out the chunk of metal and dropped it into the guy's hand. "There you go. Bye now."
// you see it’s funny because both are from the future but not the same future because wibbly wobbly timey wimey
…You see, if you got it you would get it. But you don’t. …Anyways thanks for the gun.
... Right.
Ha. Trust me. I do. It’s just people of the modern day haven’t caught up to my wit yet.
You have no sense of humor, you know that?
From my perspective, you’re the random creep. And I don’t think I’d sleep well if I found out you blew your brains out…
I'm not leaving a gun with some random creep.
You can do that. Once you leave the gun on the floor.
I'm walking away now.
Well, in all honesty you aren’t proving that fact wrong. I’ve met a lot of morons. Had a moron brother, so I sort of know how they act.
You must think I'm a fucking moron.
Oh wow. Brilliant comeback. Now how about this? You hand me the gun and I’ll give it right back to you later. Maybe even get you a free burger. What do you say?
How about fuck you?
I could say same about you. You seem a little intoxicated and you want to play a game where you could seriously hurt yourself. I’m a diner owner who’s constantly struggling to raise a pair of twins. So how about you play nice?
And I'm supposed to trust some random guy with a deadly weapon? Yeah, no.