The most dramatic moment during my Camp Counseling career at an all girls camp was when a girl got a letter from a friend saying that Zac Efron had died and one of her bunkmates ran out of the cabin and shouted “ZAC EFRON IS DEAD!!!!!” and the camp immediately fell into chaos girls were crying in the middle of camp and running around spreading the news everyone was yelling and the counselors had to look up wether or not Zac Efron was dead (this is a wireless camp so the girls couldn’t access the internet and check for themselves) and then get out a megaphone and be like “ZAC EFRON IS NOT DEAD PLEASE REMAIN CALM” outside of all the cabins it was insanity.
happy halloween! here’s halloween fill #10. this one is for @arsenicjade, who asked for hauntings/ghosts + jason.
so here’s jason todd, haunting dick grayson.
don’t worry. it’s a benevolent haunting. but it is, like all things bat-related, emotionally fraught and unnecessarily complicated.
Hauntings are serious things. Sometimes
dangerous, always inconvenient. Bruce picked up a poltergeist once that
screamed every time he closed his eyes and threw knives whenever he walked
through a kitchen. There was no rest in the Manor until Alfred and Dick
conspired to sneak in a psychic to banish the thing.
This haunting, though. It feels like something else.
“Dick,” it hums, crackling at the
edges of discernable frequencies, simultaneously almost too low and too high to
hear. “Prodigal sons come home.”
“Could you not?” he asks, as
politely as he can. “I’m busy right now.”
clintbbarton 