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The Bubonic plague is actually rather useful if you think about it-

"we don't have girl talk, we have creature talk," my roommate Julia just said while rolling on the floor, "put that on your fucking tumblr, they'll love that shit"

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Dp x dc: batshit crazy driver au.

Bruce hired a new personal driver for the Wayne's. He was a nice enough guy. His grades weren't great, but he was a great driver and very patient. Like, really patient. Like, he is so unbothered by traffic, stupid drivers, and villain attacks, its kinda scary. But all the background checks came back clean. Minus his mad scientists parents, of course.

Daniel (Danny) Fenton. He could relate to any of the Wayne kids and hold an intelligent conversation with Bruce. Bruce feels that he doesn't need to be all Brucie Wayne around the young man. He doesn't know about their nightly activities yet, though. They're not quite sure if he even needs to know.

The first sign there was something more to Danny happened when Tim was sitting in the passenger seat. Tim was struggling with a math problem. It was driving him nuts. It only took a quick glance for Daniel to solve it, though, "it's thirty-six"

"What?"

"The answer is Thirty-six. You forgot to carry the three."

"Huh..."

He was right, Tim made a simple mistake, sure. But that was advanced college level math. Danny was a straight c student and never went to college. It only took him a momentary glance to solve it. Tim, though suspicious, chalked it up to a simple case of gifted kid syndrome. He related to it and began to consult with Danny on some of his math problems. Danny was more than happy to help, for a price, of course.

Then, there was a villain attack. The villain's goons ran rampant through the city, terrorizing anyone unfortunate enough to be outside at the time. But not Danny, they'll tried, oooh they tried. But those goons swiftly found themselves zip tied, in the trunk of a car, and on their way to jail. All while Danny blasted some music by a small artist named 'Ember'.

Alright. He is in Gotham, and his mother was a black belt, so maybe he was just well trained. Its good to know how to deffend yourself.

Then, Damien was kidnapped. It was so fast they barely saw, but a white van sped by and grabbed Damien as he made his way tawords the car. Initially, Damien expected the chauffeur to panic and call the police. But when shouting and cursing were heard from the front seat, and the men in the back slipped the van door open to check behind them, it was revealed Danny had followed them and he had a gun.

What could only be described as an action movie chase scene ensued. Every corner they swerved, every shortcut they took, Danny was right behind them. Driving like a bat out of hell, he shouted and fired at the wheels of the van. Knocking one out, the van swerved and was forced to come to a stop.

A kidnapper grabbed Damien by the hair and held a gun to his head, but before the threat could even leave his mouth a bullet flew through his hand. He dropped Damien and fell to the ground screaming, clutching his hand.

The kidnapper in the van already took off running but was swiftly stopped by Redhood arriving just in time to see Danny helping Damien up and checking him over, profusely apologizing for "letting this happen."

When asked why he did all of it, his simply answered, "I don't think I would get paid if I let Mr. Wayne's kid die! I can't let a kid die in general!"

Bruce, of course, gave the young man a bonus and a few days off for the stunt. Accompanied wlth a few stern words about safety. What was truly remarkable was that there was not a single scratch on the car. Untouched, meaning he never hit anything during the whole ordeal. "I just learned what not to do from my dad!" He joked, but Bruce felt that, despite the clear joking tone, there was some truth to the statement.

The family is suspicious, very suspicious. The man they previously viewed as their simple and humble driver turned out to be a monster of a fighter, and they have no idea how or why.

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A/N: Feel free to add onto this in any way you would like :3

I have fucking fifty+

If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

My friend is embarrassed and thinks she’s the only one and I said id prove her wrong.

Okay so you know have it's common for the like edible blob ghosts and the Lazarus is ghost sewage, so hear me out. Lazarus water is basically ghost zone garbage disposal, all of the "gone bad" blob ghosts get thrown in- causing the rancid ecto smell- and the LOA constantly throwing in bodies just adds to the gross because of the great pain involved often enough. Now I also like to think that blob goo absorbs emotions, so giant pit of rotten, moldy ecto, and this weird old guy who just bathes in liquid suffering. I demand he gets ghost arthritis

Me rn:

Lazarus and Ecto

What's your take on the Lazarus Pits = Ectoplasm headcanon?

I mostly see people write about how the pits are highly concentrated ecto that has been contaminated from chemicals. But I've seen stuff about how ecto is volatile for people and the Lazarus pits used to be pure ecto until people took a dip into it and made it dirty.

But if we use the hc of Ecto being really bad for the living, how did Lazarus waters revive or rejuvenate people?

Give me headcanons people!

May I write?

Danny "Commit To the Bit" Fenton managing to gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss his way into everyone believing Conner isn't a clone but his lost twin brother Lex brainwashed to try and kill Superman.

Bonus

Tim: I can't believe that worked

Kon: are you sure he isn't your brother?

So, it begins.

As a non-binary individual on HRT, the sweeping changes that were announced today have a direct effect on me personally, and on many of my friends and chosen family. LGBTQ+ and BIPOC allies are needed more than ever. Today is ONLY day one. Things are going to get a lot worse.

And to those who don't think it matters, that this is something that doesn't affect you or your loved ones personally? IF YOU ARE READING THIS, YOU KNOW SOMEONE WHO IS BEING AFFECTED BY THESE CHANGES.

ALL of my official governmental documents have X listed as my gender currently. The new edict calls into question whether or not these documents are even valid anymore, depending on who you ask.

A lot of people said these changes would never and COULD never come. But we are here, now, the first day of (at least) four years and the ink is already drying on a new executive order. This country is growing more fascist and less democratic by the day. Do what you can to help your communities, to help the people you love.

Give people grace, give people the benefit of the doubt, and do what you can to support the people around you. There are way more of us than you may realize, and many people will be afraid to wear their pride in the coming times ahead.

We are tired, we are afraid, and we are angry.

We are here. And nothing is ever going to change that.

My door is always open, in case anyone needs an ear to listen or a friend to talk to.

Love you all.

meme redraw for dicks birthday :D

am taking perverse pleasure in reminding people it's 2025. that's a star trek year. silly little science fiction number. except it's happening, and DANG ain't it underwhelming!