#Danny is a little sh*t

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

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“So let me get this straight.”

Danny stared at the group of vigilantes in front of him, a look of utter disbelief etched onto his face.

“Batman had a baby with Catwoman, she hid it from him, gave the baby up for adoption, and that baby is me. And you’re all here because Batman’s other ex also had a hidden pregnancy, but she’s a homicidal maniac who wants to make sure her son is the only blood child because of some weird cult rules?”

If they’d been in a cartoon, there’s be crickets chirping. He continued, voice growing less disbelieving and more angry as he went.

“And because some cult wants to kill me, I have to give up my whole life, cut off all contact with my family and friends, go live in a state 900 miles away, and stay cooped up— for an unknown amount of time— in Bruce Wayne’s mansion, because that’s who Batman really is.”

A stilted silence filled the room of the safe house Danny had been dragged to a few hours ago, sans the unnecessarily long explanation he’d just summarized.

After a few more moments, Nightwing stepped forward and smiled gently at him an oh, that rankled Danny. He did not need whatever kid gloves the guy was about to pull on. Before Bluebell had a chance to open his mouth, Danny channeled his inner Jazz and raised his hand for silence. Nightwing paused, and Danny proceeded to give them all a single, flat, unimpressed look, and then stated factually,

“I’m not leaving, I’m not staying with yet another frootloop billionaire, and I’m not in the least concerned with dying. So. You can all go back to where you belong, I’ll stay here, where I belong, and if any cultist come knocking I’ll deal with them just like I’ve been dealing with every other threat in this town the last six months: alone. Because apparently the entire Justice League is too busy to respond to calls for help about inter-dimensional threats popping in and out of my parents basement on a daily basis.”

… Okay, so Danny may have been yelling a bit by the end, but it was justified! And oh, Danny really wished his life was a cartoon right now, because that cricket chirping would be been perfect. He’s pretty sure he broke a few of them. Nightwing looked ready to cry.

Good. Danny was too tired to deal with this sh*t.

Thanks to the whole Pariah Dark thing last month, Danny was apparently immortal now anyways, so even if the cult people managed to completely destroy his body, he’d just reform in the Zone. Because he was now connected to it, and only another ghost could End him like he had Pariah, because of some weird dimensional rules. Apparently, since humans couldn’t rule the Infinite Realms, they just, like… didn’t qualify to kill him. That went for aliens, demons, gods, and other non-human beings of sentience.

So Danny’s got that going for him at least. About time something useful came outta this whole disaster of a school year.

But he’d gotten off track. Before him stood a truly ridiculous number of vigilantes, and they all looked like he’d just slapped them with a fish and then played violin with it. For a few minutes, Danny just basked in the stuttering and bewildered looks, before he noticed Nightwing drawing himself up in righteous determination and decided that yeah, he was done now.

At this point, being a dramatic a**hole to people (or ghosts) who were annoying him was just second nature, so he straightened to attention, raised his hand in a salute, and then let himself sink through the floor, perfectly stoic.

The stuttering turned to panicked shouts, and Danny’s last view of his apparent siblings was a few people lunging for him and missing, winding up tangled together on the carpet.

‘Ahhhh, yesss, I will treasure that memory always! Ah well, time to get home! Maybe I should scout out for those cult people, mess around with them. Maybe follow them back sometime, meet my half-brother. That could be fun, me and Ellie can make a road trip of it this summer! Maybe by then, the Justice Losers will have gotten their heads out as their butts.’

Meanwhile, back at the safe house, several frantic calls were being made about the dimensional threats and the League of Assassins and the possibly meta human, definitely vigilante brother.

Amity Park was about to get a lot more chaotic.

#DPxDCFamilyWeek #Danny Felton #Batfamily #Danny’s drama was inherited #Danny is a little sh*t #you tell ‘em Danny!

[charlietheepicwriter7]

I'm obsessive over my Constantine Jr Au (which still needs a fic name for, I'm open to suggestions) because

this is a cranky danny. he's spent years fighting with no end in sight, with parents who he can't trust and his only companions never truly understanding what he's going through.

he vapes CBD for the pain he's constantly in. he drank alco/hol once to help him sleep, but his parents smelt it on his breath and, just like with their research, took that to believe EVERYTHING they'd ever suspected about danny to be true: that he drinks, he does dru/gs, he's in a gang. the only thing they've never suspected their son of--being a ghost--is the one thing he actually does.

then, right on the cusp of eighteen and freedom, he gets outed. AND transformed into a seven-year-old.

this is not a danny who is willing to play at being a child. and if anyone tries to, they're in for a foul time.

Danny was 17, transformed into a 7 year old and hides in Bludhaven, and is 8 when the police finally figure out that, hey, this weird kid who keeps altering us to crime scenes is usually right on the money about who the killer is, we should investigate that. Officer Grayson is on the case!

And discovers that he absolutely can't STAND this kid.

He thought he liked kids! Everyone thought he liked kids! but this kid...

This isn't called the Constantine Jr AU because Danny is a supernatural detective, or because Danny might be Constantine's kid. Its because Danny is an unrepentant little bas/tard and he makes it everyone's problem.

Danny vapes and blows bubblegum smoke in Grayson's face.

He takes out a flask and Grayson's grabs it, learning its full of orange juice. Danny then takes out a second flask, this one with vod/ka.

He wears a trenchcoat he found in the trash (the same trenchcoat Nightwing wears in DC vs Vampires, if you know you know) but the end and the sleeves are cut off for his hands and legs. the pockets are roughly around his knees.

Grayson is desperate to figure out more about this kid, but he doesn't go to batman because, time-line wise, this is right before red hood starts running around. Jason is dead/alive-in-hiding, Tim is Robin, and Dick is mad about it. (ages-- Bruce: ? Nightwing: 24 Jason: 19 Tim: 15 Danny: 8 Damien: 7-8)

he doesn't really bond with the kid until they're both kidnapped by a gang for hostages, and Danny's big kid emotions get a hold of him (he thought he could escape them bc he's an adult, he's gone through worse, but nope! child brain chemistry). Grayson is worried that he's hurt and in pain, but Danny confesses that he's always in pain. he has nerve damage all over his body, and the only thing he really trusts is CBD. He feels like shit for taking his juul away, but more importantly, because he's been treating Danny like a irritant and just a little kid.

they get rescued and Grayson tries to take him back to his home, but Danny reveals he's homeless, saying something like "I sleep where it suits me, just drop me off whereever."

Absolutely not, Grayson is taking kid back to his place for a bed, food, and a shower, in whatever order the kid wants.

Danny stays semi-perminantly at his apartment, but Nightwing tries not to push it, because this kid practically screams flight risk. unfortunately, the paparazzi have nothing better to do and snap a pick of Grayson and Danny getting dinner together, speculating that Dick's taken after Bruce

Danny doesn't care too much; I think his ghost form is the same, if glitchy, so his parents don't know about the deaging. Grayson is mildly panicking, but its not like he HASN'T been considering adopting the evil troglodyte. Even Bruce, Tim, and Alfred aren't the problem.

No, the problem is the Red Hood, a crime boss who just cut 8 people's heads off, seeing what looks like Nightwing pulling an innocent kid into the neverending fight against crime and Seeing Green.

Edit: Had to censor sh!t because ths wasn't showing up in the tags

#constantine jr au #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #deaged danny fenton #c: danny fenton #c: dick grayson #c: jason todd #dp crossover #dc crossover #i love the idea of nightwing just HATING danny before getting to know him #because he's still hung up about the Tim problem #but also because danny is just a little sh!t #I really want Jazz to be involved in this story somehow #as nightwing's eventual love interest #but the main point of this story is for dick to break past danny defenses to give him a loving parent again #damien's going to HATE danny in the future #bc danny's smart and grayson HIS batman adopted him and takes him out on cases as civilians #damien clearly is going to try to compete with danny for nightwing's attention and love #despite it not being necessary

[deadsetobsessions]

Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Pt. 4

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3]

Danny blinked down at the cart, where a red hoodie and pants with red stripes along the side laid over the lip of the cart. Considering they’re in this universe’s brand of Marget- seriously, who names a store Target? If anything in Amity Park was named that, Skulker would have wrecked it in five seconds flat- it’s hilariously on brand. Though, to be fair, this was Gotham’s version too, which meant a lot of security guards (who definitely doubled as goons for the Rogues, Danny was sure) and the vibes were spooky.

“I’m guessing red’s your favorite color.”

Instead of the humorous way he meant the sentence, Jason looked up anxiously and Danny immediately hated himself a little bit more.

“Sh- I can put it back..?” Jason hunched in on himself.

Danny tracked the movement with clearer eyes than he’s had in a long while and ancients, does it remind him of how Dani was in front of Vlad all those years ago. And Danny has spent his entire half life being not like Vlad, so he’s not going to start now.

“Nah, you should definitely add some more stuff. This is no where near enough clothes.”

It really wasn’t. Danny had taken Jason to the store to pick out clothes- “Ther’s a second hand store down the stree’, ya know,” Jason had mumbled when they went through the doors- but the kid had only tentatively put in a small red hoodie and some pants in the cart. Now he had to put this in a way that’ll wipe the stubbornly hesitant look on Jason’s face off.

“Think about it this way, then. You’re repping me now, and while I might be the alley drunk, I’m not the poorly dressed alley drunk, yeah?”

“Oh. Tha’ makes sense.” Jason nodded to himself determinedly, and the kid strode over to the t-shirt section. For all of his confidence, he still glanced back to see if it was okay with Danny.

Well, Dani was the same way before she found her confidence (when she knew Danny wouldn’t abandon her or hurt her) so Danny just gave him a thumbs up before reaching into the rack and sweeping an armful of clothing straight into the cart. Then, he strode over to the jackets and grabbed the ones in Jason’s size and slightly bigger. Oh, he has to grab shoes. He’ll leave that for later, but Danny was going to get those ratty trainers off of Jason’s feet and into the nearest trash can if it was the last thing he does.

The halfa hummed, pausing at the first decidedly not miserable sound he’s made in a while. Dammit, if that wasn’t a sign of Danny’s attachment to Jason, he doesn’t know what would be. To be fair… Danny already committed murder for the kid, which was pretty much something he thought he’d never do, so in for a penny out for a pound or whatever.

He put a significant amount of the budget aside for the section labeled “JASON” so Danny shopped without a worry. Charlie’s ill-gotten assets were a good monetary compensation for his crime of existing near Jason or existing, period.

He picked up toiletries, toothbrushes and the like, when Jason came back sans t-shirt. Instead of a shirt- Danny had actually hoped that Jason would try to get multiple shirts- Jason was clutching a book.

Before he could even voice anything, Danny plucked the book out of his grip and put it into the cart with a disarming smile.

“Oh, good idea. We should get you books too. Wanna go pick out some more?”

“Uh- y’re just gonna get a book, just like that?”

“More than one book, I should hope. You are going to school, right?”

“…Yeah!” Danny couldn’t fathom ever being excited at the thought of school, but as Jason bounced away to peruse the admittedly poor selection of books, Danny couldn’t help but think that maybe he should give this education thing another try. Who knows? Maybe it’ll be less stressful now that he’s not Phantom.

Danny walked to the aisle next to the books and promptly proceeded to shove every single piece of stationary he thought was nice- pens, gel pens, cooling pens and pencils, a thick stack of notebooks, flash cards, etcetera- into the rapidly getting full cart.

Jason came back with three more books- nice, the classics- and froze at the sight of the cart.

“Oh, hey. Getting all of those?”

“Wha’- wha’s wit’ the stuff?”

“School supplies! Quality education starts with quality supplies, you know!” Danny said, a sliver of the grin that used to come so easily to him making an appearance on his face. "Don't worry, I budgeted. See?"

Danny handed Jason a piece of paper, confident that the kid would know if it was good or not.

"Where'd... ya get all of this?"

"Hmm... here and there."

Jason looked up at him, squinting suspiciously. "I hear' Charlie's gone poofed up."

Danny shrugged and put a calculator in the cart. "Oh, I'm sure he's busy."

Yeah, Danny thought vindictively. Busy being dead.

"Ya sound like a walking con," Jason said as he visibly decided to give up fighting against Danny's spending. "We nee' food."

"Gotcha. Well, if you need anything else, just bring it into the cart."

"I want veggies. Frozen, 's cheaper."

Danny nodded, resisting the urge to ruffle Jason's hair.

----

"Hey, you's the Alley Drunk, right? 'Bout that boy you've been toting ar-"

Danny punched the guy in the face, dropping him like a stone. He looked up slowly and swayed.

"Any of you ask about my kid brother again, and I won't bother with being drunk when I hit you."

Rapid nods. Danny shuffled away, satisfied.

----

Two weeks later, after a school day, Danny finds Jason heading to the bathroom with a box of...

"Hair-dye?"

Jason, who was marginally more relaxed and assured that Danny wasn't going to kick him out, nodded.

"Dye's fadin' n' I dun wanna get nabbed on the streets for having red hair."

Danny blinked. "You have red hair?"

"Sure do. See? Roots are showin' again." Jason pointed at his scalp where Danny could see the hair was getting lighter.

"Right. Well- I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you need help, kiddo." Danny said, desperately hoping he hid how off kilter he was feeling well.

"I don't need help, ah've been doing this for ages." The kid went into the bathroom and closed the door harshly. When the lock clicked and the faucet began running, Danny let himself slide down the wall into a crouch, hands cradling his head.

Red hair. Blue eyes. Tan skin. The facial features. The intelligence and empathy.

Danny chuckled hysterically under his breath.

Was Jason this universe's version of Jazz?

"Fuck."

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny adopts jason todd #jason todd #bamf danny phantom #alley drunk! danny au #danny: i'm grieving #jason: wanna bet? #that's right jason's this universe's jazz fenton #this universe's danny fenton died and that's why danny can exist here without causing issues #danny: i have adopted a random child #danny: this child is jazz wtf

[fandom-lover-extra]

DC X DP: Taking The Cake - Dead Tired

This had to take the cake.

Tim had noticed a couple of odd things about his boyfriend.

One: His boyfriend had an unusual cold temperature-- Tim had originally assumed it might just be because he had poor circulation in his blood stream. But as winter creeped in and his boyfriend still didn't get cold? Not only didn't get cold, but thrived in the temperature? Tim considered just maybe his boyfriend was a meta.

Danny had never mentioned being a meta. But Tim hadn't mentioned being Red Robin either. Not to mention, this was Gotham, so Tim understood why Danny may be a tad apprehensive as to mentioning his colder temperatures.

And if Tim kept the thermostat at a lower temperature from then on any time Danny came to visit? Well, that was his business and nobody else's.

Two: His boyfriend was abnormally quiet. Danny had managed to sneak up on Tim and a few of his family members before. He had managed to sneak up on Cass. And while, on some level Tim could understand his family's apprehension, he felt telling them to promptly 'f*ck off' had also been justified. Tim knew Danny, and Danny genuinely hadn't meant to sneak up on them. 

He had seemed just as startled as them when they shot up in surprise. (And maybe he did ask Cass if Danny was genuinely surprised. His boyfriend was a little sh*t and would totally pull something like this to laugh at. It was his business and Cass's and as far as the two of them were concerned, Danny was perfectly fine.)

Three: Danny was oddly protective. He freaked out anytime there was a Rogue attack and he hadn't heard back from Tim. And while Tim was touched, he hadn't exactly appreciated the mini heart attack he received when he saw Danny out in the field looking for him in a panic.

(That was one of their first big fights. Tim didn't want Danny out in the line of fire, he could take care of himself. Even if Danny didn't know that. But Danny had been just as insistent that he needed to hear back from Tim to know that he was safe.)

They'd reach a compromise. Tim made sure to always respond to Danny's text messages asking if he was safe during a major rogue attack. (Never any phone calls. Danny would know he was lying then.) And he would put up with Danny coddling him the next time he saw him. While it was a bit frustrating, Tim was still touched by the worry.

Four: Danny had enhanced senses. At first, Tim didn't really notice. But eventually, he saw how Danny would flinch at particularly loud noises. Would avoid crowds like the plague. Would sometimes have to wear sunglasses because it was "too bright". Tim never said anything. Never called attention to any of these occurrences, just attempted to help his boyfriend through it.

Tim knew it was a possibility that Danny was just sensitive to those types of things. But considering Tim was sure that Danny was some type of meta, he was leaning more towards that theory.

Five: His boyfriend was unusually strong for someone that looks as much like a twig like him.

Once when Tim had been injured particularly badly during patrol, he had practically been put on bedrest. Not because he hadn't attempted to go out the next night, but because Danny had found out he was injured and came to take care of him while he was injured.

When Tim had attempted to sneak out that night, luckily he had yet to change into his Red Robin suit, Danny had basically manhandled him back into bed. With absolutely no effort, even with Tim struggling against him. Not that Tim had struggled much, with how frazzled his brain had been when he realized that Danny was stronger than he realized.

And if Tim invited Danny to the gym next time he worked out? Well, that didn't have any ulterior motives, no matter what Steph insisted upon.

And now for number six. This took the absolute cake. The last thing Tim had expected. And at this point? Tim wasn't so sure that Danny was actually even human. Which means he would have to completely scrap his theories on his boyfriend and start over from scratch.

Because right now, Tim and Danny were cuddled up on the couch in Danny's apartment. They were having a series marathon of the Star Trek series. It had started out perfectly fine. It had started out as normal.

A weighted blanket on top of the two, Danny cuddled up to Tim, with a bowl of popcorn in-between the two. Eventually, they shifted. The bowl of popcorn ending up on the floor with Danny on top of Tim on the couch.

Absentmindedly, Tim began running his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, not really paying attention to the background noise of the TV. He was just so warm and felt safe with the added weight of Danny on top of him. The movements of his finger's being just as much as a soothing motion to Tim as it was to Danny.

And at first, Tim hadn't noticed it. Not when he was slowly drifting off to sleep. But as the sound got louder, Tim couldn't help but notice. Danny was purring. 

Tim blinked and he blinked again. Not once stopping in his ministrations as he blanked out. Danny continued purring away, leaning into Tim's touch, his eyes closed and a content smile on his face. Tim couldn't help but be reminded of an overly affectionate cat. Especially when he rubbed the space around Danny's scalp and ears, Tim was convinced the was purring louder than the sound coming from the TV at this point.

So maybe he wasn't human after all. Maybe Tim should have given more weight to Damian's alien theory.

But right now, Tim was tired, and he was sure he would remember in the morning.

In the end, Tim allowed Danny's presence to send him off into a warm and comfortable sleep.

(And if Tim proceeded to take apart his theory board and contemplate just how to ask his boyfriend about the fact that he wasn't human? Well, that was his business and nobody else's)

#batman #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc universe #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dps fandom #dp x dc au #tim drake #dead tired #tim x danny #danny is secretly a cat #tim doesn't know how to bring it up to danny #and he really doesn't want his family to get involved until he's figured it out on his own

[namichanth]

Dc x Dp prompt #06

Cujo was trained to bring him a thing.

“Cujo! Go get that ghost!”

“Cujo, bring me a bottle”

“Cujo, get the ball!”

“Cujo! Go get me a boyfriend!”

Cujo : ……

Danny : ……

Danny : I know this is dumb

A few moments later

Danny : I wonder where is Cujo right now?

*Scream sound*

Jason : Ahhhhhh!!! stop it you’re little sh*t!(being dragged by Cujo)

Danny : Cujo!

Cujo : arf!

Cujo could smell ectoplasm from Jason. So he thought that Jason was a halfa. And he would be a good match for Danny.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #halfa jason #dead on main #DPxDC

[emojellyace08]

If Lookism Characters (and Y/N) were in horror movies

WARNINGS: mentions of death (not too graphic/explicit) mentions of paranormal/disturbing stuff (mentions with the word killer/s), cursing/swearing

Daniel Park/ Y/N

Would probably be the main protagonist (lmao)

Plot armor 100%

Will tell everybody to calm down when things go wrong "C'mon guys calm down! It's probably just an animal or something".

Will 100% scream and have a mental crisis if one of their friends died.

Zack Lee/Eli Jang

That one motherfucker who's always loud (especially Zack when things started going wrong, Eli's calmer though)

Will have a mental breakdown when his friends (Mira for Zack and Yenna for Eli) was put into danger.

His vengeance will get in the way and they'll seek revenge and has the balls to fight off the killer.

"I don't give a shit Daniel! They're in danger and you're expecting me to chill the fuck out! You're so pathetic I'm killing that little d*ck!"

Jay Hong

If someone's always the quiet one in horror movies, they're probably the killer.

Lol kidding he's not he's just being framed (either by Samuel, Ryuhei or Goo those mfs.)

Tired of everyone's bullshit but still willing to help for the sake of everybody.

Will risk his life to protect everyone especially Danny, I need this boy so much.

Vasco/Warren Chae/Jerry Kwon (add in Alexander Wang)

The dumb one lmao

Will probably die first if they're not careful enough (NO VASCO/WARREN/JERRY/ALEXANDER STOP)

Or, he'll be the one who will be seeing abnormal/paranormal stuff (monsters/killers/ghosts). "Did you see that?" "Wait is that a white lady?" "GUYS I JUST SAW SOMEONE WEARING A WEIRD LOOKING MASK HE'S RUNNING LIKE A MAD MAN!"(will talk and ask a lot).

Zack and the others will probably not listen to him since he thinks they're so "dumb" (bitch listen to them they're being honest).

Goo Kim/Samuel Seo/Olly Wang/Vin Jin/Kuroda Ryuhei (add in Gun Park and James Lee: well a little bit)

The fucking menace who won't listen.

You said to not open the door? Bitch he'll kick it down.

And will pick fights with the others (especially with Zack or Eli). Wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice somebody lmao.

Believes ghosts are stupid, yet thinks killers are cool (they're probably the killer).

Crystal Choi/Sally Park/Jace Park/Mary Kim/Xiaoleoung/ Gun Park/James Lee/Johan Seong/Jake Kim/Hudson Ahn (add in Daniel Park/ Y/N)

Another one who's tired of everyone's crap

Will make the escape plans for the team

Calm outside, angry and scared inside

"Why did I get into this position?" type

Zoe Park/Mira Kim/Yui Kim/Mitsuki/Vivi/Doo Lee/Alexander Wang (edited: add in Heather)

The ones who will cry af (or pretend they're not scared: Doo Lee and Alexander)

Will have a mental breakdown bc they're scared that they'll be dying later or be the first one to die (it's both scary for them).

"I just wanna go home!" type

Will be so worried about themselves and their friends.

Jake Kim/Johan Seong/Kwak Jihan/Hudson Ahn/Sinu Han (add in Zack Lee, Kuroda Ryuhei, Doo Lee and Vin Jin)

"Wtf just happened" type.

Would not believe anything that's happening is real (Fuck this shit I'm out type).

Will curse a lot when the killer/ghost is coming.

"Oh shit, shit, SHIT RUN!" type.

Gun Park/James Lee

This mfs

Will smirk or laugh when somebody dies (I swear to God)

Everybody will probably ditch them for being a sussy baka thinking they're the killer (can you blame them?)

Doesn't give a sh*t since he can either solo the killer or he is the killer (if it's a ghost they just won't care or accept their fate lmao).

A/N: For Y/N you can be anything you want since we all have diff. personalities and ways to handle problems and situations and yeah hope you like it :).

#lookism fic #lookism headcanons #horror movies #horror comedy #park hyungseok #lookism #jay hong lookism #zack lee #vasco #eli jang #sally park #warren chae #gun park #kim joongoo #jerry kwon #olly wang #kuroda ryuhei #mary kim #vin jin #lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism webtoon #daniel park x reader #jay hong x reader #vasco x reader #eli jang x reader #zack lee x reader #gun park x reader #goo x reader

[dreamgrlarchive]

My Fav Bad Girls

#PrettyHeiressDiaries: BGC Edition 🎀

tiara - bgc 7

“i’m the sh*t! look at me, then look at you! look at your hair, then look at mine!” ❤︎︎

bougie girl down! the hair and makeup were never not on point (tbh this is the reason i like most of these girls)!

real and pretty. never hopped on a bandwagon simply bc it was popular.

so freaking funny! and effortlessly too. she never came across as try hard.

my number one fav!

ashley - bgc 6

“i’m establishing my own dominance and these b*tches can’t f*ck with me!” ❤︎︎

if tiara is my number one fav, ashley is a close number two!

very girly girl and i love that in anyone.

cute little playboy bunny.

so authentic and never gave snake or try hard.

took an entire house on and was not scared to stand alone.

danni - bgc 8

“i’m not scared of no b*tch! whoop my ass today, whoop my ass tomorrow! i don’t give a f*ck how big you are! if i wanna do something i’m gonna do it and none of these b*tches are gonna stop me! so i’m glad you whooped my ass! that was the biggest fight in bad girls club history and it ultimately made us the stars, so, THANK YOU!” ❤︎︎

if you pay attention, danni was never the issue. she just always had her sisters back unconditionally. as someone with three sisters, i love that.

she and her sister WERE the entertainment of season 8.

knew she couldn’t fight and walked into the lions den unafraid. tbh i don’t care about a girl that “fights”. that is NEVER the reason i like someone. it’s corny.

danni was very clearly aware of the bigger picture and simply did not care about taking a hit. it’s not that deep.

camilla - bgc 8

“b*tch you’re just mad that another cute, hottie chick came up in this mug, and looked AMAZING!” ❤︎︎

gorgeous!!!! doesn’t get enough credit as one of the prettiest bad girls.

as someone that has been bullied in real life it was so fulfilling to see the way she handled it. she didn’t let ANYTHING shake her.

said exactly how she felt when she felt that way.

girls were jealous and she knew it.

sarah - bgc 11

“there’s no lying or sugar coating it! i do what i say and i say what i do!” ❤︎︎

my fav bgc blonde of all time. better than kate, kristen, and jada in my opinion.

yeah she talks a lot but she’s real and isn’t scared of anyone.

i would love to be friends with her she seems so sweet and caring. she reminds me of the girls that took me under their wing when i started at hooters.

called out stephanie’s irrelevant ass at the reunion, checked mehgan as soon as she heard shit talking + anyone who beats gigi’s ass is a fav in my book!

her signature piercings, bows, and blonde hair was so bimbo i love it. + that iconic reunion look!!!

unfortunately didn’t get enough time to shine on that raggedy season of hers but she was definitely the star of season 11 so i’m glad we got to see more of her on BGASB and season 13.

jelaminah - bgc 14

“i don’t feel like i’m better than nobody!… but i’m comfortable with who i am because it’s taken me a lot!” ❤︎︎

dominance at its finest. she said it’s the jela show and manifested that down. she had girls stuck in her face, but talking behind her back. that’s because they knew it wouldn’t fly.

her signature look oozed of feminine allure. educated! believed in having her own life and goals AND not entertaining men that weren’t up to her standards.

she kept her space clean and was disgusted by mess and filth.

able to cope with lots of personalities and get along with everyone.

proud to be black and didn’t tolerate racism.

the clermont twins - bgc 14

“you know, certain things i can’t help. i feel like i’m not just cute; like i got a lot going for myself and i’m smart. so like when you’re that strong of a person, you’re a bad b*tch!” -shannon

“i just look so damn good, and it’s so hard to meet other girls who are just as confident as i am! -shannade

“b*tch, SHUT UP!” ❤︎︎

vain black barbies and i’m here for it.

as much as people seem to think otherwise, they weren’t mean girls or bullies. they just spoke up for themselves when getting unsolicited harassment from the other girls.

every look for for me was a ten. i loved their aesthetic back then.

smart girls. they capitalized on their appearance on the show and now they’re two of the most noteworthy and wealthy bad girls ever.

unshakable confidence. the other girls wanted them humbled so bad and they just didn’t waiver. luvs it.

#prettyheiressdiaries #bgc #i had this idea for ages but #saw bakeryfairy do this first #my posts #the prissy girl agenda #edit: sarah

[bcacstuff]

The Couple Next Door (my take on it)

I've posted a lot of articles and a number of reviews and seen most of the comments on it. I also need to mention the way fans (mainly of SH) are posting about it on social media. Things that annoy me a little, is the drooling over his body, the focus on the intimate scenes, or how articles make it sound like it is all about hot, swingers, exciting sex scenes, where mostly Eleanor T and Sam are named as the leading actors that are responsible for the named scenes. I disagree with that description, it doesn't do justice to the show or cover it at all.

🚨 Note: It wasn't possible to write this review without spoilers. So you'll find spoilers below.

Though the 'swinger' part, is one of the important parts of the story, leading to the finale, there are a number of side stories as well that are as much important for the storylines. In fact the only real intimate scene is in episode 3, after the 2 couples learned about each other spending some time together, an evening at Becka (Jessica de Gouw) and Danny's (Sam Heughan) house and a day at the beach. All to build up the sexual tension, that most of the part is evident by Evie (Eleanor T) who gets curious and fantasizes about the lifestyle of Becka and Danny and talks about couple swapping with Pete, while Pete (Alfred Enoch) isn't into it at all. Evie lies to Becka saying she and Pete talked about it and are both into it, and despite Danny's initial rejection to the idea when Becka suggests it (because they have the rule not to do it with friends) they end up at a luxurious venue with a spa. In the evening they swap partners, Becka starting to kiss Pete and Danny is taking Evie into a bedroom where they get intimate while Pete tells Becka he doesn't want it.

In fact there is much more leading to the finale in the woods, which we already see at the beginning but the way all the characters get there is told in the story after this prologue.

Becka doesn't really has something to hide, she's quite open about her non monogamous and free life style. The way she behaves with Danny, constantly embracing and kissing shows what person she is.

Danny only takes on this lifestyle because he adores Becka, who grew up with it. He also hides a son he has with someone else and which leads to financial problems. The reason he gets into a shady side business with his colleague cop Gary. One that gets him entangled in a life threatening situation

Evie is brought up in a very opposite and strict religious way, she resents her dad judging about the way she got pregnant and consequently accuses him of praying for her to lose her baby.

Pete might be struggling a bit with his (manly) ego. He works as a journalist for a local newspaper and tries to get a scoop together with his colleague incriminating a well known authority, but they lack the actual evidence for it.

One of the side stories is the creepy neighbour Alan (Hugh Dennis) who is spying on Becka and is disgruntled because she tells him he can't be in her yoga class. He steals home videos of Becka and Danny and puts them on a website. Something that puts Becka and Danny in an troublesome situation and leads to Becka losing her clients and finding out about Danny's hidden son.

Those side stories is what we see glimpses of in the first 3 episodes and what evolves and gets played out in the last 3 episodes. I wasn't that much impressed by the first 3 episodes, but got more interested in the last 3 episodes where all the story lines come together and leading to the finale. Making me binge the rest all at once.

I did see oddities or parts where I thought, perhaps a bit overdone. Like the weed smoking, drinking parts to point out a 'free lifestyle', and the way Becka can't keep her hands of Danny.

Calling the intimate part with Evie and Danny hot and steamy is overrated. I could have done without the line 'Take a good look' by Danny to Evie while he strips off his clothes, as if she's a little religious woman who has only ever done it with the lights off under the blankets. (which is totally not the case, as we've seen earlier on how Evie and Pete have sex on the kitchen counter after the BBQ with Becka and Danny. Evie obviously aroused by their neighbours lifestyle, and Pete pleasantly surprised by it though not much skin is shown) Consequently Danny walks of from the camera to get the bottle of wine, just to show his naked butt, a scene that wasn't needed imo. Especially since the bottle of wine didn't had any other purpose (I could have thought of some creative ways using it to make the scene more 'steamy'). But after all, it was just to make sure we know he and Evie got into the actual deed, which was quite unimaginatively, straight up and down in one position, only with a small interruption to make sure we know the condom split. Not the wild intimate scene you'd imagine after all the build up to the couple swap. And dare I say the rather rude thrusting and pushing looked more hurtful than enjoyable. But it explains how Evie got pregnant (again) and it's not Pete's child. A significant part of the story that leads to the finale in the woods.

There's also a scene where Evie shows up at Danny's work, in the evening while he seems to be alone. She seduces him again to get intimate with her, he doesn't want it and already made clear to her that she needs to stop thinking they have something with each other. The flesh is weak though, and they end up having sex on the desk without taking their clothes off... I don't know how needed this scene was actually and it wasn't that credible to be honest. (and not hot nor steamy at all). Perhaps it was to contribute to the obsession of Evie about her and Danny and she tells him she's pregnant with his child, which Danny doesn't like at all. However Danny doesn't tell Becka about this event and about Evie being pregnant with his child. It's not completely clear why he doesn't do that, partly because he's caught up in the troubles his side job caused and perhaps partly because he's afraid Becka would resent him for it.

Another oddity I found is while Alan breaks into the house of Becka and Danny stealing their home videos. He takes pictures with his phone from the camera, but when he uploads them to a website we actually see quite clear videos. I was wondering why he didn't just take the memory card from the camera, to put the footage on his own computer and sneaks back into their house to put the memory card back into the camera. That would be more credible, but okay. After all he does go back into the house when Becka and Danny are away for their spa weekend with Evie and Pete. His wife Jean (Kate Robbins), who he neglected all the time and didn't help to get her stairlift she wants so badly so she can go upstairs again to be with him, meanwhile got the stairlift installed and found out about her husband secretly spying. Curiously she just happens to look through the telescope Alan has installed in the room upstairs, and sees how her husband gets a stroke in the house of Becka and Danny.

And then there's this part where Danny and Becka rush to the woods after Evie calls Danny saying she's in danger. While they jump into the car and drive off they don't notice how they're followed by a hitman, who wants to kill Danny as he betrayed his criminal boss. On their way Becka and Danny get into a huge argument, as Becka doesn't trust him anymore after she found out about his hidden son. And since it turns out Evie is pregnant from him, which Becka only learns now, it all made it even worse. They stop halfway, as Becka wants to get out of the car. And they are arguing in an open field. It is actually a good scene, both are playing their part very well, and gotta say, here Sam's emotion is quite credible in this scene. The oddity here however is that the hitman who followed them and who could have an easy shot at Danny in that open field, patiently waited until they're done arguing and resume their way to the cottage in the woods. It's only there he tries to take a shot at Danny, but misses.

About the acting of all characters I have to say for me, the characters played by Jessica de Gouw and Alfred Enoch were the more credible ones. That said, each character has interaction and scenes with each other. And they're all quite different. Danny and Becka, Danny and Evie, Danny and Pete are all quite different. That goes for all the characters actually.

About Sam, I did see a number of what we call here the five acting things, especially in the first 3 episodes, but I also saw better ones in the other parts. As said the scenes with Becka arguing, confessing his secrets and love for her looked quite credible. But yes, there's also the head nodding, and a lot of 'hmmm's' to throw me out of scenes. To say he can only act taking his shirt off is unfair. That's not what I saw, and I feel that's more because of the way the show has been sold and gives me the feeling the ones saying so didn't actually watch the show. Adding to that 'fans' who just drool over his body on sm which I find embarrassing and not doing him a favor if they want him to be seen as a serious actor. His character is supposed to be the alpha male, but actually has it weaknesses as well as it turns out. I think the character more or less lives up to that role. While the alpha male parts are not all that convincing the weaknesses are more convincing.

About Eleanor, gotta say I wasn't that much convinced by the way she plays her character. Maybe she had the best scenes with Jessica, talking and being curious about Becka's lifestyle and the way they both were raised. We see her at her parents dinner table making a scene that leaves everyone shattered. She can put a sort of smile on her face which makes you feel like she's actually not the honest woman she puts out there but has her hidden secrets. Even the end and the last look at her shows that smile but behind her eyes you see the dishonesty perhaps...

About Jessica, I quite liked the way she acted her parts, with all of the characters. The more 'free' woman with an open mind to everyone, fair and open in her emotions. Her character loves her husband more than he realizes, but it's all based on trusting each other, and that trust gets betrayed in a way when she finds out about his hidden child. The scenes arguing with Danny about that, the things he didn't tell her and confessing how much she loves him are good on both parts. The constant hugging and kissing parts are a bit overdone though.

About Alfred, I think his character was the most credible one and very well played by him. He's the husband of Evie, they've been married 17 years and the butterflies are long gone. When Evie gets more interested about the lifestyle of their neighbours, he goes along and gets himself into smoking weed and drinking more than he likes or ever wanted. Which of course loosens him up somewhat but he doesn't feel comfortable about it. He struggles a bit with his ego, his inability to beget the so wanted baby, as well as the way Evie seems more and more obsessed by the alpha male (looking) neighbour. His ego gets a boost though when he manages to blackmail Danny in providing him the evidence he and his colleague journalist lack to expose the criminal actions by a well known figure in the society. Which actually leads to Danny getting in a life threatening situation.

About the story and the way it is shown. The story is based on the book 'Nieuwe Buren' (I saw it was translated in some articles as 'The swingers' but that's not the correct translation, 'New Neighbours' is the actual translation). Though the story lines for the bigger part are the same, there are a number of alterations. The most significant alteration is perhaps the part about how Evie gets pregnant. In the book this is actually secretly plotted by Evie and Becka, while in the show Becka doesn't know about it.

The end of the story is altered as well, as in the book none of the characters survives. The actual ending of the book is much more horrible.

The shown doesn't go into depth for most of the story lines, it sort of touches the surfaces and doesn't get very complicated. In fact it's quite predictable at points, though I think there could easily be 2 more episodes when storylines were played out a bit more.

To me there were some loose ends, like the hidden son, who does get to know his half brother because of Becka making it possible, where Danny fails because of his fear to confess this secret to her (and perhaps fear of losing Becka). It feels a little flimsy to leave it at what was shown.

Another loose end is what actually happened to Danny and his colleague as corrupt cops helping a criminal. Gary gets beaten up at some point, when he and Danny rob diamonds from a bank. Danny gets away, Gary finally gets questioned at the bureau. But before anyone can find Danny he's away with Becka to the woods to help Evie. We never get to know the end of that storyline.

I've seen a number of criticisms going on about the accents used. I'm not getting into that, as a non native English, I can hear there's an accent used but in no way I feel I can say anything educated about that. I also saw comments about the location, where Leeds has been named it doesn't seem credible to people. Details that maybe could have been avoided by not naming an actual location, and just call it Suburbia. It doesn't make the story or the show less or more credible imho.

All in all a nice and enjoyable watch, don't pay too much attention to details and don't expect a complicated story. The dots are connected in an obvious and easy way to follow. I'd give it a 3 out of 5.

[ofthecaravel]

Heaven In Time

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Am I A Con Man Or A Brother?

Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Summary: A year or so after meeting, Sam and Danny are on the road again and hope to get through Sam's home state of Alabama with no trouble. Easy enough, right?

Tags: Religious trauma, hella guilt tripping/mentions of religious upbringing, Fighting, sauciness but no outright smut, healthy ass relationship

Words: 5.6k

A/N: Welcome back! Sorry! Let me know what you think. Chap 3 is in progress 👀 Also this is kinda random but would any of y'all be interested in a playlist for this fic? Do people still do that?

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“You gonna be good while I go in?”

“Ye of little faith.”

“You, mister, of chatting mouth and wayfaring legs.”

“Since when do you complain about my legs? You didn’t seem to mind ‘em when they were over your sh-”

“Hey now, hey now, okay. What did I just say about behaving yourself? Jesus Christ.”

Sam laughed brashly as he hopped up on the hood of the truck and made a show of crossing his legs with an angelic smile. Danny, standing over Sam with a firm grasp on his chin, rolled his eyes with the beginnings of a smile spreading over his tan face. It had turned out that Danny’s initial baseless accusations of Sam’s rebellious attitude had proven to be mostly accurate, with the only difference being that Sam’s tendency to wander around fell more on the side of striking up friendships with random strangers and impeding their errands schedule rather than picking fights with vagrants and ending up in the back of sketchy white vans. Over the last year they’d spent on the road, Sam’s increasing confidence and grasp on individuality had given him a smart mouth and big opinions. Gone were the days of the meek, awkward preacher’s son with a guilty conscience that sat on his chest like a rock. Now he stood tall with a proud demeanor and, more often than not, in cut off denim shorts with a cigarette hanging from his bitten lips. 

Sam settled on the hood in that same fashion then, pulling a cigarette from the pack bulging in the front pocket of his tiny shorts and sticking it in his mouth, pleadingly pushing it out towards Danny with a calculated batting of his lashes to get the point across. Danny rolled his eyes again but quickly pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit it up, secretly very pleased to be the one to dote on Sam. Despite Sam’s drastic change in personality making him a far cry from the dusty hitchhiker Danny had picked up back in Texas, Danny’s affection only grew as the months passed them by. It was weird for him to look back on how this trip had begun: alone and directionless, setting off from his family farm in Florida with no one at his side. Sometimes when they were driving, Danny found it hard to recall a time without Sam’s passenger side chatter. How did he get as far as Texas without it? Silence was distressing to him now. Still, he found great fun in requesting it of Sam.

“Just stay here and be quiet,” Danny requested with faux exasperation. “I’m only gonna be in there for a few minutes for snacks and paying for gas and the bathroom. I don’t want to come out to you preaching to your huddled masses like that time in Santa Ana.”

“I know,” Sam whined. “How many times do I have to tell you those guys came up to me?”

“Watch your tone,” Danny whispered as he leaned in, his grasp returning to Sam’s jaw. “What you should know is that I want to get us through Alabama as fast as possible, okay? For you, Sammy, remember that.”

“Yeah,” Sam grumbled, removing the cigarette from his lips with a guilty frown. “I do know. Sorry, daddy.”

Sam batted his lashes again and watched Danny’s face flicker at his words. It was a cheap trick, but it certainly didn’t hurt to slip in Danny’s favorite nickname every once in a while to win his favor in a matter of seconds. 

“It’s okay,” Danny instantly assured him, melting like he always did at the title Sam had appointed him. It only ever trickled into their daytime conversations when Sam was being truly appreciative. He gave Sam a quick kiss before letting him go and taking a step towards the gas station itself. 

“5 minutes max, I promise.”

“Go already,” Sam grinned, waving with a royal flourish as Danny tossed him a wink and went through the chiming doors of the gas station, leaving Sam to take a drag from his cigarette and watch its smoke unfurl into the clear sky above. It was a still, sweltering summer day, the kind of familiar weather that kept Sam aware of their presence in his home state. There was no way to get to their destination of Danny’s Floridian hometown without going through Alabama, which Sam kept swearing up and down would be no issue to him, despite the both of them knowing that Sam would no doubt have at least one instance of grief. So far he was having no problems, and as he absently bounced his shoe and closed his eyes against the comforting sun, Sam started to actually feel optimistic.

After a minute, Sam became aware of the creeping feeling that he was being watched. With his eyes closed it felt unfounded, but when gut instinct and a rolling chill over his otherwise sweaty skin told him to peek and assess his surroundings, he realized that he had good reason for it. 

Outside the gas station standing on the ledge of sidewalk facing the last pump was a young man dressed in a short sleeved, cream colored button down staring directly at Sam. His features were blurry because of the distance and because Sam only had one eye open to assess him, but Sam could see that he had his dark, shoulder length hair pulled into a neat, low ponytail and that he grasped a stack of pamphlets in his hands. This tidy, modest appearance hit a little too close to home for Sam and he scowled remembering when something similar used to be his daily attire. Danny had joked about Sam’s preaching, but he and his brothers really did used to stand on sidewalk corners like the guy in front of him now, waving their hands and crying out with adolescent passion. His scowl deepened and he closed his eyes.

Great, Sam thought in annoyance, pursing his lips against his cigarette. Rookie mistake to actually make eye contact with the guy. Now he’s gonna be over here any minute now asking me about my relationship with God. That’s gotta be the last thing I wanna think about right now. No, thank you.

Another few minutes passed and the creeping unease remained in the pit of Sam’s stomach and kept his ears perked uncomfortably. With an irritated sigh, he opened his eyes again and saw that, sure enough, the sidewalk preacher was still staring him down. He had even moved up a couple pumps, now only a few feet away from Sam. Doing his best not to look at the guy, Sam groaned and slid off the hood of the car, flicking his cigarette onto the pavement and crushing it under the rubber sole of his Converse. The man took this as an opportunity to hastily approach. Sam couldn’t help but give a theatrical sigh at the sight, leaning his head back to stare at the sky for another moment as a last ditch effort to ground himself before the inevitable nonsense. 

He must have seen me and Danny, Sam concluded mentally. And now he’s here to save my soul from our sinful ways. Whoopee.

“Listen, man, I don’t want any trouble,” Sam started, already frustrated. “I know the spiel, okay? God didn’t work for me, it’s nothing personal.”

“Sammy?”

Sam’s head immediately jerked forward to properly face the man in front of him. In an instant, he was drowned in cold and felt his knees threaten to buckle. He struggled not to disassociate, breathing urgently through his nose as his lips shut and refused to part. 

How could he have stared right into this face and not seen who it was in an instant? There was no else whose voice would crack with such specific inflection over his nickname; a nickname never given freely, mind you. 

The round brown eyes constantly shadowed from worry and late night prayer. The combed dark hair and disciplined posture. 

It was Jake, his brother, a thousand times over.

“Sammy,” Jake repeated. He sounded worn down and nearly pleading, seemingly just as baffled as Sam about seeing his brother before him.

Sam couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. His thoughts were thick with shame and gave no more room for that last little spark of hope that he could make it through Alabama unscathed. All he could do was gawk at Jake, who gawked right back at him with what he knew was a near identical expression to his own. He had always felt he existed as some warped mirror of Jake, and here he was, pressed up against the glass yet again when he thought he’d shattered it long ago.

“What are you doing here?” Sam whispered. With their hometown miles out from the provincial rest stop they were at, Sam was becoming increasingly convinced that Jake’s presence was a mirage brought on by the heat.

“What are you doing here?” Jake countered. His eyes were wild and darted over Sam head to toe. A hand came up to grasp his forehead, a nervous tic that Sam remembered (of course) and found oddly comforting to see after all this time.

“Gas,” Sam answered dumbly. It was true, but obviously not the answer Jake was looking for. Sam felt close to tears in a manner of seconds when hurt flashed over Jake’s face, clearly from Sam’s cold brevity and…well, everything.  

“So, you have a car now?”

“I-”

“Come on, babe, what’d I say? No mingling!”

Sam had hardly registered the crisp bell of the gas station doors cheerily bursting open, revealing Danny with an armful of beers and wrapped sandwiches. He wore a bright smile as he usually did when he was with Sam, and Sam watched helplessly as it fell at the sight of Sam’s face painted with frozen desperation. Never taking his eyes off of Sam, Danny set his treasures down on his seat through the truck’s open window and was at Sam’s side in a second, a protective hand already up to shove Jake back if need be. 

“Can I help you, man?” Danny asked curtly, glaring down at Jake with his dark eyebrows furrowed menacingly.

“Who is this guy?” Jake asked Sam in an amused tone, as if he truly couldn’t believe that Sam would go anywhere near Danny. When Jake had known him, it would have been a fair assumption for him to make, but now there was nothing further from the truth.

“Who are you?” Danny shot right back, adjusting to stand partly in front of Sam. His shield and sword all rolled into one. Sam felt grateful for his protection but knew it was unnecessary. 

“Danny, this is, uh, my brother,” Sam introduced nervously, putting a hand on his bare arm and giving it a calming squeeze. “Jake, this is Danny.”

Jake held out a polite hand for Danny to shake, which he obliged with a mistrustful squint of his hazel eyes. In Sam’s stories about his childhood, Jake had never really been the enemy in any of them, save for silly childhood disputes. But his compliance never made him a hero either, and Sam knew that Danny was recalling all he could remember of Sam’s brothers from the rude way he pulled his hand back from the handshake. Jake didn’t appear to care at all, turning his gaze on Sam once more with a weak laugh.

“Have you been here this whole time?” Jake asked. “We read your note, of course, but forgive me for beginning to think the worst had happened when there was absolutely no trace of you anywhere. Mom started reading the news all the way up in Montgomery just in case there was mention of you.”

“No, uh, I’ve been traveling,” Sam explained, incapable of making eye contact. “Mostly stuck to the Southern states, but, yeah. We’re actually not staying, we’re headed to Danny's place in Florida right now.”

“Wow,” Jake remarked blankly, nodding thoughtfully. “Okay. We, huh?”

“Danny was kind enough to pick me up in Texas,” Sam clarified, nodding towards Danny. “We’ve stuck together since then.”

“Somebody had to keep him safe,” Danny said in a clipped voice, looking Jake up and down with an accusatory glare. Jake continued to not acknowledge Danny’s obvious distaste for him and pressed onwards. He gave another nod that turned into a disbelieving shake of the head.

“How in the world did you get to Texas with no ride? I have about a million questions, Sammy, forgive me for my impatience. I mean, for starters, you look…”

Jake gestured vaguely to Sam’s bare bones outfit composed of a maroon band tee more suited to Danny’s frame than his (which made sense, considering it was Danny’s), meaning it fell so low it almost entirely covered Sam’s very short shorts. It was a standard outfit for him now, but the last time Jake had seen Sam, he’d been dressed in something nearly identical to the outfit Jake wore, complete with the long tweed pants in the blistering heat. Sam’s hair, kept long to compliment his newfound appreciation for his androgynous features and to serve as something extra for Danny to pull when they were caught up in motel bedroom devotions, was pulled into low frizzy pigtails that Jake no doubt found bizarre.

 For the first time in a long time, Sam began to feel self conscious.

“Different?” Sam asked, putting a hand on his hip. “Is that cool with you?”

“I…of course, it’s just…definitely different,” Jake agreed, a hint of venom finally tinting his words. “I hoped maybe you’d gone off to, you know, spread the good word, but I can tell from your outf-”

“You wouldn’t have thought that if you’d actually read my note like you said you did. You know why I left, Jake.”

“Were things really so terrible?” Jake prodded, his condescending tone now entirely betraying his bright attitude. “So horribly bad that you just had to leave behind your entire family who has done nothing but love you, just by the way, and an entire church that you had responsibility in? I can’t think of a single person in Shady Grove that doesn’t pray for you each and every day. I can tell you didn’t have faith in us, Sam, but we had faith in you. Still do.”

“I wasn’t happy,” Sam hissed, tears finally stinging his eyes as he stepped forward and got in his brother’s face, still clinging to Danny’s arm as he waited for his chance to intervene. “Nobody listened to me! Or, yeah, maybe I didn’t speak up enough, but even if I did, you all would’ve just heard what you wanted to hear.”

“Come to dinner, Sammy,” Jake begged, putting a hand on Sam’s shoulder with a firm grip. “Come to my place. I won’t even tell Mom and Dad, but you’ve got to see Josh, at least. He talks about you in every single sermon, he-”

“You’re not listening,” Sam groaned defeatedly, flushing hot with frustration and humiliation. He felt Danny’s anxious eyes on him while his brother’s thick skull and saccharine words regressed Sam into a childlike tantrum. Jake shook his head as if it weren’t true, as if Sam was behaving completely out of line. That was something Sam really did hate about his brother sometimes; he could make him feel so stupid for nothing at all.

“Why can’t you ever admit that there are things about home that don’t work?” Sam raged on. “Just ‘cause they work for you doesn’t mean they work for me. I had to go, Jake. I, I have to go.”

“Let’s go,” Danny urged, his voice uncharacteristically cool and tense. “Ready when you are.”

“I’m ready,” Sam snarled, glaring at Jake one more time before turning on his heel and stomping to the side door. Jake followed with a frustrated huff through his nose, grabbing Sam’s wrist and yanking him so hard he stumbled.

“I love you, Sam,” Jake said firmly, passion flashing in his amber eyes. “That’s why I’m tough on you, okay? Mom and Dad love you. Josh loves you. Come home.” 

“No,” Sam barked, pulling his wrist away. “Get off, Jake, I’m fucking leaving.”

Jake stood and watched Sam climb into the passenger side and slam the door, pointedly staring through the windshield and ignoring his fuming brother as Danny hurriedly tossed the food and drink from his seat into the back. Jake smacked his palm against the door and won Sam’s attention again, who now saw that Jake’s furious expression had begun to devolve into tears.

“So, that’s it? That’s all you got to say?” Jake cried. “So high and mighty you can’t even say you love us anymore?”

“Of course I love you, stupid!” Sam yelled, grabbing an empty plastic water bottle out of the cup holder and smacking it on Jake’s head. “I just can’t love you here!”

Jake grabbed the water bottle out of Sam’s hand and tossed it right back at him, ducking when Sam fully threw it through the window. Jake crouched out of Sam’s reach as he pulled a pen out of his pocket and scribbled something urgently on one of his many disheveled pamphlets. Despite Sam’s flurry of smacking hands, Jake managed to shove it through the window and onto Sam’s lap. 

“That’s the address and that’s what time I’ll have dinner on the table,” Jake explained, his teary eyes flashing as he pointed at the pamphlet with vigor. “There will be two places set for you and your, your Danny, and I really hope to see you both!”

“I really hope you like disappointment!” Sam hollered, heart hammering like a jackrabbit as he and Jake launched into a new round of arguing.  

Unable to stand back and watch anymore, Danny rolled up Sam’s window for him and finally began to pull out of the gas station. Jake yelled something as they sped out of the lot, and Sam let out a frustrated scream in response. He was unable to look back at his brother, instead electing to fold at the waist and let out another muffled scream against his bare legs. 

Danny, frazzled from the sibling explosion that had just set off in front of his eyes, was honestly unsure on what the hell to do. He settled for a soothing hand on Sam’s back, rubbing calming circles and asking Sam to breathe and settle down in the most serene voice he could manage. Sam listened and managed to subdue his roaring need to shriek out his frustrations, but he stayed crumpled over with his head between his thighs. As always, Sam’s complete and utter silence was a million times worse to Danny, and he debated whether or not to ask him something just to get both their minds on a new track.

“So, you wanna go to that dinner, or…?”

Yeah, Danny regretted that the second it left his mouth. 

Sam’s silence persisted and Danny swallowed nervously, trying to appreciate the sparse scenery that surrounded the highway so that his brain had something else to do. 

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5 entire minutes passed without Sam saying anything, which was probably the longest he had ever gone in the year Danny had traveled with him. He was never this quiet, not even in his sleep. But frankly, Danny couldn’t blame him. Danny’s heart broke for Sam, and he bit back regretful tears thinking of how he should’ve just stepped between them and pulled Sam into the truck before Jake got a chance to say anything at all. After another excruciating minute, he figured there wasn’t much use in spiraling, so Danny decided to pull over on the side of the empty road and turn off the truck.

“What can I do to help you, Sam?” Danny asked in a hushed voice, his hand returning to Sam’s back and tilting his head to try and catch a glimpse of Sam’s face.

Sam thought for a second, sniffling wetly before finally turning from the valley of his legs to miserably look up at Danny. Danny’s heart sank at the sight of his lashes heavy with tears and his nose and cheeks painted poppy red. 

“I don’t know,” Sam muttered, throat scratchy from exertion. “Take me out behind the barn and shoot me.”

“Sam,” Danny sighed at his dramatics, reaching over Sam’s head to click open the glove box and pull out a clean handkerchief. He presented it to Sam, who made no move to grab it, so he rested it on top of his head with a little smile. 

“Thanks,” Sam mumbled, still unmoving and sniffing pathetically. His gaze was blank and defeated and his face was still dotted with tears, which Danny lovingly swept away with a curled knuckle. 

“That was a lot,” Danny commented steadily, still trying to pry a productive conversation out of the ever stubborn Sam. “Definitely wouldn’t have picked that station if I had known your people would be anywhere near it.”

“He really shouldn’t have been,” Sam complained. “Shady Grove is, like, 10 miles out closer to the coast. But it’s not completely unheard of for him to go to the most random fucking places for his sidewalk preaching. Divine timing, I guess. Great.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Danny whispered, mirroring Sam’s posture as best he could to try and meet Sam’s eye. When he did, Sam’s bottom lip quivered and he clasped a hand over his face, letting out an exasperated groan that filled the entire cabin of the truck.

“I’m so sorry,” Sam apologized, his voice shaking with frustration. “You shouldn’t have had to see me like that. Fuck, he just makes me so crazy, it’s like I don’t even know what happens.”

“Don’t apologize,” Danny insisted, running his fingers along the soft hair at Sam’s temples to try and ground him. “He came at you pretty hard. I know he’s your brother and everything, but if you gave me the go ahead, I would’ve knocked him upside the head with the way he was talking to you.”

“I wish you had,” Sam grumbled. There was a sore pang when he said it, and Sam found himself falling quiet and staring into space again. “But, like…”

Danny had spent enough time with Sam to feel confident in his ability to read his mind, and from the mournful, longing glaze over Sam’s eyes, he made an educated guess as to where Sam’s head was at.

“But, like…you still kinda want to go to dinner tonight?” Danny asked, attempting to finish Sam’s sentence. 

Sam let out another theatrical groan and answered by gently banging his forehead against the pamphlet on his lap, which doubled as a nod in the affirmative. Despite the anxiety that the prospect of a dinner with Sam’s brothers stirred in Danny’s chest, he was happy to do whatever it took to get Sam through the night without trying to throw himself out of the truck. 

“Yeah, okay, we’ll do that,” Danny assured him, brushing his fingers against Sam’s flushed cheek. “And the second you say we need to go, we’ll go. Does that sound good?”

“Mmhm,” Sam hummed against the paper.

Danny watched Sam’s dejected body language for another minute before taking action again. With a quick jerk of the reclining lever, he laid his seat back and scooted until he was sitting in the backseat. After landing with a bounce on the leather, Danny shifted the beers and sandwiches once again while Sam sat up and gave him a quizzical look.

“What?” Sam asked simply, a confused smile very slowly seeping into his expression as Danny settled in the middle of the backseat and opened up his arms.

“Someone needs a hug,” Danny determined, beckoning Sam into his lap with a cheeky grin.

“You are so goddamn corny,” Sam whined. Despite his rolling eyes, he quickly scrambled out of his seat and clumsily landed in Danny’s embrace. Danny’s arms wrapped around him in an instant and Sam unraveled completely at the comfort, throwing his arms around Danny’s neck as he sank into his broad chest and nuzzled against Danny’s freckled shoulder. Danny held him tight and pressed kisses to the crown of Sam’s head as he felt the erratic cadence of Sam’s heart beating against his own begin to even out into a stable thrum.

“Feeling a little better?” Danny asked tentatively. Sam replied with a muffled hum against his skin and Danny laughed, smoothing the loose hairs that had escaped Sam’s pigtails and were waving wildly in the humidity. Sam pressed a kiss to his shoulder and Danny let out a happy hum of his own. Danny gave one of Sam’s pigtails a gentle tug to tilt his head back and met him halfway, closing his eyes with a smile that he pressed against Sam’s already puckered lips. While they got caught up in a lazy kiss, Danny carefully worked to slide the elastics from Sam’s hair and combed through his impressive tresses with his long fingers. Sam sighed into Danny’s mouth at the relaxing sensation, cupping Danny’s face and slipping his tongue into the equation while Danny indulged in a smug smile.

“I feel better,” Sam finally admitted, giggling when Danny mapped a trail of kisses from his jaw down his neck. “Much better, actually.”

“Yeah? You feel as good as you did last night?” Danny purred against his neck, grinning and bearing his teeth against his skin when Sam scoffed. Danny had found that this was another surefire way to keep Sam’s mind out of a dark place; tease the hell out of him. 

“Danny!” Sam squealed, batting his shoulders and squirming in his lap. “Shut up!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, who was the one talking about legs over shoulders no less than an hour ago?”

“I-”

“It was definitely you.”

“Hearsay!” Sam laughed. “Tell it to my lawyer.” 

When Danny lifted his head from his throat to smile at him, he could see the rosy glow had already returned to Sam’s face. Danny’s heart fluttered at the thought that he could be the person to do that to someone, much less someone as wholly deserving of joy as Sam.

“You wanna hear something funny?” Sam chuckled while Danny leaned back against the leather seat, one hand on Sam’s waist and the other still fussing with his hair.

“Hm?”

“We didn’t even get gas.”

Danny froze and blinked blankly. 

“...Fuck, you’re right!”

Sam’s raucous laugh filled the truck as Danny shifted and looked out the back window, staring longingly at the pump somewhere in the distance behind them despite it being entirely out of his sight.

“Damn. There goes my 15 bucks,” Danny grumbled. 

“You only put 15 bucks on the pump? Cheap bitch.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you have anything you’d like to contribute to the gas fund? Or would you like to keep dipping your sticky little fingers into it and spending it on cigarettes and cotton candy?”

“Absolutely,” Sam smiled triumphantly. “I mean, worse comes to worse, we can always stop in some seedy little town and get me a job working the pole. We’d have gas money for a year.”

“Fuck no,” Danny blurted. Sam cackled again when Danny bulged his eyes at the idea, his grip subconsciously tightening on his waist. “No, no, absolutely not.”

“Jealous?” Sam flirted, tapping the tip of Danny’s nose and winking. He rolled his hips as if he were straddling a stripper pole and Danny let out a suffocated groan at the sensation. Not allowing himself to dive into the salacious imagery Sam had conjured, Danny used his leverage on Sam’s hips to hold him still. 

“No, Sam, I’m super into the idea of you being half naked on stage in front of a bunch of podunk perverts,” Danny replied sarcastically, swatting his ass. “Of course I’m jealous, you little shit.”

“Well, you don’t have to be, ‘cause I’d never,” Sam cooed, clearly still delighted by Danny’s knee jerk reaction. “You know damn well I’m all yours.”

“Yeah, you are,” Danny hummed, chasing another kiss and mumbling against Sam’s lips. “And you know damn well you’re safe as long as you’re with me, right?”

“Since the day we met,” Sam confirmed, heart fluttering and racing as he recalled the first time he’d seen Danny. This was something he did almost every night to soothe himself to sleep, a practice that had replaced the psalm recitations he’d done for years after he steadily found them less and less effective at calming him. He’d picture Danny, nothing short of drop dead gorgeous in a ratty flannel and his combed out curls pulled into a ponytail, with his head tilted to the side as he regarded Sam and his pathetic little suitcase. Frozen in place, Sam’s thumb had stayed pointing up in the air for a beat too long as he assessed the amusing contrast of the gorgeous stranger in such a beat up hunk of junk. In the same way that something had urged Danny to drive through the thoroughfare in the first place, something had given Sam complete assurance that if he got into the truck with this total stranger, it would be the start of his life as opposed to the end. 

Despite the fact that they were far from being on speaking terms, Sam couldn’t help but thank God for it.

“Good,” Danny smiled. “Remember, the second you want out tonight, we’re outta there. You call the shots.”

“Don’t I always?”

Danny raised an eyebrow at Sam and Sam smiled with faux innocence, tucking a strand of hair behind Danny’s ear while Danny sighed fondly. Without the other knowing, both of them felt a sudden urge to tell the other one something. Something that had been on both of their minds for a long time. While it didn’t really need to be confirmed when the time they spent together spoke volumes about how they felt, it still had yet to be said. But Danny was worried Sam was a little too vulnerable at the moment to process the impact it might have, and Sam was worried Danny wouldn’t say it back, so they let the next few minutes pass with quiet chatting and kissing instead. Not that they could complain about that.

“What time is it?” Danny eventually asked, answering his own question by looking over Sam’s shoulder at the radio’s clock. “4:30ish? How long do you reckon it’ll take to get to Jake’s?”

“Only like 20 minutes if we backtrack and take some shortcuts,” Sam explained. “I’ll be our fearless navigator, of course.”

“That’ll be a first,” Danny muttered, which earned him a light slap on the arm. “Well, shit, what should we do for an hour? Anything fun to do in glorious Baldwin county, Mr. Navigator?”

Sam stared off into space for a moment, seemingly deep in thought as his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pushed out into a focused pout. However, when Sam’s eyes eventually fell on the space between their bodies and his eyebrow arched suggestively, Danny realized that he had fallen for an act. 

“Unbelievable,” Danny groaned as Sam smiled flirtatiously and pawed at his belt. “I thought maybe you knew some roadside attractions nearby we could go to. I should’ve known better.”

“I mean, we’re already back here,” Sam purred, sliding a hand up the front of Danny’s muscle tee. “And no one’s driven by since we pulled over.”

“Unbelievable,” Danny repeated, shaking his head slightly but obliging entirely when Sam’s lips found his and his hands made quick work of pulling off Danny’s shirt. 

This reckless nerve and seeming insatiability was one of many side effects of Sam’s newfound confidence. Ever since that inciting night at the motel where Sam had stayed under Danny until the sun came up and writhed nonstop from nothing more than kisses and hands on his hips, he had become hopelessly addicted to Danny’s touch. It was fully Danny’s fault for indulging him as often as he did, but he really had tried to take it as slow as he possibly could. Danny knew that Sam had no prior experience and very little knowledge of the body when it came to the pleasure it could provide, and he had wanted to give him a low stakes, enjoyable education.

However, this had become increasingly more difficult when he found Sam crawling into his lap time and time again with professedly innocent questions, all of which were whispered into his ear with hot breath that sent chills down his spine. Sam had insisted on hands-on demonstrations and begged so sweetly, which made it nearly impossible for Danny to continue the patient pace he had planned for him. This eventually cultivated in a “celebration” their first night in Los Angeles where Danny had caved entirely and awarded Sam his sacrament. He’d crossed the line between the divine and the Earth, called Sam his little lamb, and awoke the next morning with Sam’s head on his chest and his virginity (however conceptual that may be) locked up safe in the parts of his mind reserved for the most sacred sentiments. Deep down, Danny knew he’d be trying in vain for the rest of his days trying to replicate the ecstasy of truly feeling Sam for the first time. Fingernails dug so deep in his biceps he’d emerged with a single crescent moon scar, Sam’s hips bucking to accommodate Danny’s stuttering push into him, a pounding fist on the wall from outraged neighbors being drowned out from the rattle of the bedposts…that was a high Danny was going to chase to no avail. But he was more than happy to try. 

Plus, how could he ever say no to Sam? Maybe someday he’d regret letting Sam get whatever he wanted, but from the way Sam looked unbuttoning his jeans with his rosy bottom lip tucked triumphantly between his teeth, Danny was pretty sure regret was the last thing he was feeling. 

They were in for a hell of a night, so why not get as close to heaven before then? 

~~

Taglist: @holdingup-fallingsky @milojames16 @spark-my-nature

#oooooooh the plot #oh the plot of it all #gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #sam kiszka #sanny gvf #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van art #karoufiction

[shesalewa]

Wanna know what type of comedy happens in my fanfic of Dad Gun?

Incorrect quotes

1.

Gun: sometimes I wonder how the hell I ended up here.

Daniel: ACHOO!

Gun: bless you DanDan.

Daniel: thanks dad.

2.

Gun: mind if I get excited for a little bit? Have any of you seen a grown man smile? *Smiles very creepily*

Everyone but goo and Daniel: *visibility shocked and sacred*

Gun: every time I show emotions, it disturbs a lot of you.

3.

Eli: which one of you was gonna tell me that Tea tastes different if you put it into hot water?

Olly: you're putting it in... COLD WATER?!

Jake: ELI. ANSWER THE QUESTION ELI.

Eli: yeah? I thought for like 5 years that people just put it into hot water to speed up the TEA-IFFICATION process, didn't realize there was an actual reason.

Olly: YOU DON'T HAVE THE PATIENCE TO BOIL WATER IN THE MICROWAVE FOR 3 MINUTES!?

Johan: WHY. ARE YOU. BOILING IT. IN THE MICROWAVE.

Olly: DO YOU THINK I HAVE THE PATIENCE TO BOIL A CUP OF WATER ON A STOVE!?

Johan: it. takes. LESS. THAN A MINUTE.

Olly: BESTIE IS YOUR STOVETOP POWERED UP BY THE F-CKING SUN?!

Johan: HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE FOR YOU TO BOIL A CUP OF WATER ON A STOVE!?

Olly: LIKE 7 MINUTES!

Samuel: JUST STICK THE MUG ON TOP OF THE STOVE ON MEDIUM HEAT. AND IT BOILS IN LIKE 2 MINUTES, LESS THAN THAT AND YOU USE A SAUCE PAN!

Daniel: *laughing at the drama, somehow he knows how to make tea* YOU'RE PUTTING THE WHOLE MUG ON THE STOVE?! ON MEDIUM HEAT?! ... Your stove is enchanted!

Goo: every single person in this room is a f-cking lunatic.

Gun: DO NONE OF YOU OWN A F-CKING KETTLE?! (Gun an expert Japanese man who loves tea more thsn himself, legit KNOWS how to make tea)

4.

Gun: ... How the hell did I get here.

*the four major crew legit Reeking chaos in his f-cking household*

Daniel: ... I THINK I'm the cause of all this.

5.

Goo: I'm sometimes asked how I'm associated with Gun so often. To the point I just pull out a Marriage certificate, and shut them the hell up.

Olly: hold that sh-t up, you're married to Gun...?

Goo: see what I mean?

6.

Jake: someone told me not to piss off Daniel. What's he gonna do with his short a— kick me in the knee?

Jake: HEY DANNY!

Daniel: oh hey Seonbae what's up-

Jake: *legit pushes Daniel*

Daniel: ...

...

Eli: I'm back- whoa. What the actual f-ck happened here.

Johan: Daniel is beating up Jake, and is kicking his knee and breaking his ankles.

Samuel: what? Why?

Johan: Jake thought Daniel couldn't do sh-t because of Daniel's height.

Olly: Gun would be proud.

7.

Daniel: GUY'S A BOMB IS ON THE TRAIN!

Goo/Jake: OBAMA'S ON THE TRAIN?!

Daniel: NO A BOMB!

Goo: oh good I f-cking hate Obama but I'm not racist or anything.

Jake: I am(joke)

8.

Zack: I'll fight off bad guys and earn money from it! Then I'll become FILTHY RICH HAHAHAH-

Daniel:(you know... It's kind of sad how I'm living most of his life for him...)

9.

Jace: so what's this game about?

Vasco: is about an assistant detective who works as a Gumshoe to help Zack Lee solve a case.

Eli: why Zack Lee?

Vasco: I do not know.

Jace & Daniel: (so it's a fantasy game)

10.

Gun: IM BRINGING. YOU WITH ME. TO GO OUT. SHOPPING. FOR FOOD. *Olly is in trouble but we don't know what trouble*

Olly: I'm not hungry anymore! I have Cupcakes hidden under my bed!*Olly sleeps on the floor in Gun's house, on the floor with Samuel, so where the hell is he hiding his cupcakes.*

11.

Daniel: ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS!

Olly: IF SHE BREATHES. SHE THOOOOOOO-

12.

Jay: ...(in every family there's the older brother, who has problems but won't talk about it.)

Kitae: hi...!

Jay: ... (The girl who's desperate for a boyfriend)

Joy: HELLO!!! HI!!!

Jay: ... (And the gay Mysterious awkward socially isolated member of the family)

Jay: ... (Oh wait that's me.)

13.

Eugene: STOP LEACHING OFF MY MONEY!

Beakgyeol: (you were broke until I came...)

14.

Samuel: ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU CAN BE ANNOYING SOMETIMES!!! sigh... I'll be in the dinning room.

Jake: WAIT!

Daniel: (there they go again...)

Johan: I think they broke up... *Whispering*

15.

Gun: which is fine because you're a thief anyways, first peoples limbs and now a stupid video game.

Dg: ...!?

16.

Random woman working as a hotel register: here you go sir. When you leave please return this back to me.

*room number 96*

Johan: huh. It's almost my favorite number.

17.

Goo: so do you have anything?

Jake: if I had I wouldn't be the one calling you! So sadly I legit have no clue on how to help take down the 1st affiliate.

Goo: no. You must have something.

Jake: haah...??????

Goo: and you're taking it to me. *Has a voice recorder out,*

Jake: what are you saying-

"WHAT THE HELL DO YA THINK YA DOING TO MY SAMUEL!"

Jake: ... YOU PROMISED TO DELETE THAT!

Goo: *professional blackmailing b-tch*

18.

Crystal: DG! Look at this mess! No wonder you haven't gotten any work done! This place is like a pigs Isle!

19.

Gun: that was some good coffee baby! I'd get another but I'm too damn lazy.

20.

Daniel: I'm going to search what Slay means.

Daniel: *saw the meaning of slay* WUHA, I PROMISE YOU ALL I DO NOT SLAY.

#lookism #lookism webtoon #goo kim #gun park #dad gun #gun lookism #gungoo #daniel lookism #daniel park #jay hong #euntae lee #zack lee #samuel seo #jake kim #jake kim lookism #olly wang #eli jang #jace park #johan seong #kitae hong #joy hong #eugene lookism #Beakgyeol lookism #james lee #crystal choi

[neonponders]

Another small part two for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse ~

Part 1 here ~

(also I’m putting these on ao3 so they’re easy to find.)

🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

Steve never expected to be in a doll boutique, but his latest, high maintenance residents refused the stiff, itchy clothes that came on commercial dolls. So now he walked around with the two little ones hitching a ride in his shirt pocket. 

It was odd, shopping for tiny and overpriced linen and stretchy knit fabrics. But clothes were clothes, and he kept looking around to make sure onlookers wouldn’t spot the tiny people in his pocket.

“See anything you like?” he whispered, but the replies were not helpful.

“Biwwy, is it scarwy in here?”

“The cwreeps aren’t wreal. But we’wre not tall enough for this.”

He had a point, there. These dolls were simply too big. Steve pivoted toward a section of the store which would arguably be worse: the porcelain harlequin section. But this boutique was organized by doll size, and unfortunately more clothing options went on larger dolls...

Steve sent a harmless smile to the shopkeeper, who eyeballed him suspiciously. His jacket easily covered small Billy and Steve, but their voices were not so easy to mask. Steve hoped the visible ear buds and cord hanging around his face would make anyone think the voices were from the radio.

“What the hell, Steve?”

He sighed. “Ignore the clowns. What about these overalls?”

“How do we piss in overwalls?” Billy retorted.

Steve sighed and continued along the shelves. “How about Grease lightning over here?”

“YEAH!”

“Shhhhhh, sh,” Steve panicked. “Quiet, all right? The owner already thinks I’m going to steal something.”

“Sounds fun,” Billy declared, wiggling in the pocket to get out.

Steve hastily cupped his hands around his shirtfront to catch the daredevils climbing - naked - from his pocket. He set them gently on the shelf and thankfully still had his hands up to catch the doll little Steve promptly knocked over. “Hold ‘im, Steve! I’ll get ‘is pants!”

“Guys, I can just buy the dolls and you can get dressed in the car.”

Tiny Steve paused to give that some thought, where as Billy had already removed a faux leather jacket and put it around his body. “This smells cheap.”

“It’s not real leather. Real would be too stiff with all the stitching. Is it comfy or not?”

“No,” Billy disregarded, throwing the jacket down. Then he pointed past Steve’s shoulder. “I want him.”

He glanced nervously at the shelf behind him, only to lift his eyebrows with relief. “Oh. Fighter pilot, huh?”

He brought the doll over, complete with tiny aviator sunglasses and...real rabbit fur on the bomber jacket collar. Steve groaned inwardly, Mom’s going to kill me.

But Billy’s little mouth dropped into an O of wonder when he touched the jacket. He couldn’t be bothered to take it off the doll, he just hugged the porcelain pilot tight, burying his face in the fur. “This one!”

“Okay, B. Back into the pocket. We gotta pay for it first. Steve? How you doin’?”

“I want this one,” his voice called, and Steve felt a spear of panic in his chest because he couldn’t see him. Then, right out of a horror movie, a doll shuffled across the shelf, knocking others out of the way as little Steve pushed its standing pedestal to the front.

The doll was another Grease model, but it was Danny from the beach scenes in the beginning: light blue jeans, white t-shirt, and pastel blue collared shirt.

From big Steve’s pocket, Billy critiqued, “The other one’s cooler.”

“Hey,” Steve chided softly. “You got the one you wanted. He can have the one he likes.” Then he added to little Steve as he took the doll and offered his other hand to magic carpet him back to his shirt pocket. “I think you have excellent taste.”

“Thank you, Stewie,” he sang, landing in the pocket with a solid tug on his shirt fibers.

Steve took a deep breath, his heart doing that painful pinch again. He tried to hang the discarded jacket on its doll’s shoulder before leaving, and made sure his own jacket hung over his pockets. “Miss? Do I bring the ones I want to the front or do you get them?”

The shopkeeper got a flash in her eye at the use of Miss instead of Ma’am, and came around to assist him. It didn’t get him a discount, though.

#let's get these boys dressed! #harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #smol squad #pocket!au #pocketverse #ficlet

[sharpth1ng]

ITS SUPPOSED TO BE A HORROR MOVIE: The Debaser The Movie The Soundtrack (Chapters 1-6)

So for a while I've been I imagining bits of Debaser like I'm shooting it as a fucked up rom-com so uh... I guess I'm putting a soundtrack together with descriptions of the shots the songs go with. It's over the top and incredibly on the nose cause I think that's funny & it won't make a lot of sense unless you've read Debaser so probably best go read that first. It also definitely contains fic spoilers. This is only part one so stay tuned for more!

*All of these songs would have to be chopped and screwed to make the timing work btw they obv wouldn't really get played full out. Also with the length of this thing it's probably more like a series than a movie but whatever.

(And if you're wondering about aesthetic influences, I think what I've envisioned here would end up looking like some Danny Boyle stuff with the hyper dynamic camera work, cuts & shots timed with music, and some slightly fantastical visual elements. I want to say there would also be a John Waters energy but that might just be because it's gay and unhinged.)

PROLOGUE

1. Girls on Film- Duran Duran 

The song starts playing over a montage of Billy & Stu watching horror movies, camera is behind them with the TV screen framed in the center of the shot between their heads. Images on the tv screen cut rapidly with the beat of the song on a slow zoom forward, showing a sequence of kills from different movies. Song fades a little to play under them talking as the camera reverses to show their faces. It continues through the conversation & comes back to full volume as Billy picks the first of one of Stu’s polaroids to look at it closer. It continues to play through the hunting sequence, and does a simple fade out.

2. A well respected man- The Kinks

Begins over a shot of Billy in his room, light from the TV flashing over his face. Dolly shot pans through his closed bedroom door and down the hall, showing a series of family photos on the wall. Camera continues to pan into the living room where Nancy & Hank are yelling at each other, Nancy grabbing her bag and heading for the door. Camera cuts to Billy, already outside on his bike in the rain, cuts to his dad pouring himself a glass of whiskey, cut to Nancy, driving past the sign on the way out of Woodsboro, mascara running. Finally it cuts back to Billy ditching his bike on Stu’s lawn and climbing in his window. Song ends abruptly as he pushes Stu's window open.

Chapter 2

3. Teenage Dream- T Rex

Starts when Billy starts choking Stu. Shot gets a hazy vingette & (cue the Danny Boyle shit) becomes semi-psychedelic, colors flaring brighter & we get a ridiculous shot of Stu falling through some sort of galaxy behind his own closed eyes. When he opens them, the camera goes slow-mo on Billy, shooting him like a love interest in an 80’s movie- soft focus again, hair blowing in the wind (what wind??). The song cuts out when Stu blacks out, and the next shot frames the two of them from the side, effects & wind gone. Without the music the movie and rain can be heard in the background.

4. It's Not Unusual- Tom Jones

Starts immediately after Billy says “Nah, Stu you’re good. Have fun screwing her later.” The camera stays on Billy's back as walks out, holding on the door as it slams shut. The next shot shows Stu's face closer up, then pulls out to show the length of the bathroom as an old man comes in and gives Stu a weird look. The song continues to play as Stu leaves the bathroom, then goes to find Casey and hears that Billy left. The song replaces diegetic sound as the camera follows Stu and Casey out of the theatre, then cuts to Stu's house with them hooking up and Stu still looking confused. Cut to black as Stu unzips his pants & the song cuts out at the same time.

Chapter 3

5. Good Old-fashioned lover boy- Queen

The song starts to play as Billy gets on his bike after visiting Sid. We see multiple tracking shots of him biking around Woodsboro, cutting between locations. The camera reverses to show him from the front, match cuts switching through the same locations as he continues to bike, looking completely dead behind the eyes as the song continues to play. Finally we get him pulling up to his house and switch to a handheld shot, following him from behind as he drops his bike on his lawn and climbs in through his window. The camera stays outside the window as he walks to his bed and drops onto it and the music cuts out hard. Switch to a short overhead shot of Billy lying on his bed in the silence before the scene ends. 

In the next scene at school, when Stu starts doing his silent good boy act following him around, we get a single line of Freddy Mercury’s voice without the instrumental part of the song, singing the line “Say the word your wish is my command”.

6. Criminal- Fiona Apple

The song starts on a slow pan over Stu as he lies on the ground under Billy (after surprising him with the costume after school). The camera focuses on the bowie knife in his hand as he pushes the hem costume up, then cuts to a macro shot of the tip of the knife running over Stu’s stomach, goosebumps and hairs pricking up. The song builds, getting louder with Billy’s inner monologue & the shot moves in even closer for the first actual cut, following a drop of blood as it rolls across Stu's skin.

On the lyric "I've done wrong and I wanna suffer for my sins", the shot cuts quickly to a a shot of Stu's hands moving to Billy's hips, neither of their faces visible. We hold on this shot for an awkward moment, then cut to an over head shot as Billy takes Stu's hands and puts them on the ground next to his head.

The song continues to progress under the rest of the scene as the background starts to fade into black, until they're essentially under a spot light on a black background as if they're on stage. When the bridge kicks in to be timed with Stu really starts to loose it, and the song cuts out immediately after the lyric "The devil wants to know" as Stu’s mom knocks on the door, snapping them back to Stu's room as the background.

Chapter 4

7. I Know What Boys Like- The Waitresses 

Stu’s inner monologue is narrated over a shot of the whole group at lunch. The shot switches to one from Billy’s pov, directed at Stu as he does a really exaggerated yawn, lifting his arms up so that his shirt pulls up and the bandages show. The shot switches as if it’s coming from Stu’s perspective now, directed at Billy as he glares over Sid’s shoulder. Reverse shot back to Stu, who smirks, and the song starts on the first vocal line with a cut to a screen split into 3 panels.

Each panel shows an instance of Stu showing off his bandages- in class, at the fountain, in gym, each of the panels switching through multiple instances of him doing this, and then to instances of Billy retaliating- throwing a basketball at him, shoving him, just straight up walking away. The song fades out at the start of the scene where they end up at the fountain alone together (when Billy says he’ll come to Stu’s birthday).

8. Call me- Blondie

Scene opens with a tracking shot on Billy’s back, following him up the walkway to the Macher house. The lights are on and people can be seen partying inside. The song is faintly audible from inside the house, getting louder as he nears. When he reaches the house Billy turns to the left and walks out of the shot, but the camera doesn’t follow him, it continues up the steps and through the front door as a teenager opens it to stumble outside for a smoke, the song finally playing at full volume when the door opens and the camera moves through it. The shot moves through groups of partying teens, eventually finding Stu in the living room watching Randy lecture.

The song continues to play in the background through the rest of the scene, a little quieter under the group chatter as Stu goes to answer the phone. The song has faded into a slightly tenser instrumental score by the time the phone call is over, but fades back in after Billy’s jump-scare, only to cut out entirely when Stu discovers Casey and Steve in the garage.

9. I touch myself- Divinyls

Billy says "last longer next time" and the first discordant notes of the song begin to play over a shot of him getting up and walking to the door after thier cutting session. When the door closes the shot cuts to Stu, unmoving and looking a bit shell-shocked as his hip continues to bleed. He blinks once, then the drum kicks in as the song starts for real and he begins to move, unzipping his jeans.

Cue a frantic and slightly delirious montage of Stu jerking off, intercut with visuals of Billy from the cutting scene, shot from Stu's perspective and Stu-ified with saturated colour and soft focus like it was in the choking scene. He lasts until the end of the first chorus, and the song cuts out hard on the last “oh no” as he makes an obvious cum face. The image cuts at the same time, switching to a shot of Stu’s hands as he wipes the blood and cum off on a T-shirt.

Chapter 5

10. Love buzz- Nirvana

The opening baseline starts playing over a panning shot of them watching something in Stu’s room, the shot facing them so the Tv isn’t visible. Cut to a shot of Billy’s fidgeting hands as the drum kicks in, then a closer shot of the lower portion of Stu’s face, focusing on his mouth as he bites a twizzler, then pull back to the first shot, showing both of them. The first guitar riff is timed to come in just after Billy says “You should run.” Tracking shot of Billy chasing Stu through the house.

The first vocal line plays as Billy starts choking Stu and the song plays all the way through. The shot itself at least appears to be a oner, moving around the two of them as they banter and play their choking game. The camera then follows Billy as he runs away to the bathroom, halting abruptly outside the door as Billy slams it. Cut to a shot of Billy’s face inside the bathroom, he’s obviously jerking off, match cut to a shot of Stu face doing the same, then back to Billy as he makes an obvious cum face in time with the end of the song.

11. Line up- Elastica

Song starts playing over an aerial view of the Prescott backyard, filled with people and decorated for the barbecue. We can’t hear the crowd at all, no background noise, just the song. Cut to a shot at ground level, focused on Maureen, standing with Neil near the barbecue. They’re talking to someone, laughing. The shot pans sideways through the crowd to Billy, standing with Sid, who is preoccupied talking to someone else. Billy is clearly looking in Maureen's direction.

The shot starts to pan back towards Maureen like it’s sliding away, but then it cuts to a shot in Sidney’s bedroom with the music paused before the first vocal line as Sid asks if Billy is ok and he tells her he just misses his mom. Cut to a shot of Sidney, Billy and Tatum walking up to the party, the song picking back up where it left off at the barbecue, playing diegetically at the party. It plays all the way through in the background of the scene and then transitions to generic party music.

12. Be My Baby- The Ronettes

Opening drum beat starts when Stu says “I want it to be permanent”, playing over a reaction shot of Billy, making a face like he's in the fucking kitchen scene (aka completely smitten). When the rest of the instruments come in, the shot reverses to show Stu, stylized in Billy’s version of Stu’s Romance-Vision™: Soft focus, Stu’s eyes looking extra blue from the color grading so he looks like an old hollywood actor (think Paul Newman’s eyes), vingnette, pathetic expression. The works.

Reverse shot back to Billy looking smitten again (kitchen scene), and then the song plays out over the rest of the scene, then song cuts out hard when they cum. We get a final shot of Billy’s face over Stu’s shoulder as he has his post-nut clarity moment, scored only by heavy breathing and the background noise of the party. 

Chapter 6

13. Can't Take My Eyes Off You- Frankie Valli

Starts to play over a montage of Stu doing his little acts of submission, taking Billy’s coat, getting on his knees to take off his shoes, opening doors, carrying his things, intercut with shots of Stu looking at him, just completely smitten. The montage is in soft focus with a light pink tint. As the song starts to pick up, we start to get shots of Stu getting pushed into walls, slapped, punched, looking deliriously happy the whole time. Intercut with these are shots of them ‘training’- chasing each other in costume, picking locks, creeping around woodsboro at night.

This continues to escalate with the song, with shots of him hitting the ground in multiple locations, shots continuing to cut on beat. For the final chorus, the camera pulls out further to show both of them, with Billy choking while he rides his leg, Billy cutting him and grinding against him as the camera begins to circle them like it did in the love buzz sequence, tightening into a dizzying spiral right at as the song ends.

14. Bizarre Love Triangle- New Order

The song starts to play as Billy tackles Maureen down on stop of Stu, the three of them falling in slow motion as the color grading switches back to the pink-tinted soft-focus look from the montage. The next shot centres Billy from an upward angle, like it’s coming from Stu’s POV, showing Billy stabbing, blood splattering up onto his mask and looking almost pink, glittering.

Reverse shot to Stu under Maureen, both of them rocking as Billy continues to stab her, a pool of blood starting to spread out under Stu in the shape of a heart. At the instrumental before the first chorus, the camera pulls back to a medium shot, showing them both as Billy pulls the knife out for the last time. There’s a moment where he doesn't move, but his chest can be seen moving as he breathes heavily from the exertion. 

When the first vocal line of the chorus hits, the slo-mo stops and Billy moves at full speed, pushing his mask up and pulling off Stu’s, then kissing him. The camera switches to a closer shot as they kiss, and the background becomes semi-surreal, sparkly, bloody starbursts popping behind them. The song cuts out hard at the end of the chorus when their alarms go off.

15. Something Stupid- Frank & Nancy Sinatra

Song fades in on an over-the-shoulder shot, showing Billy biking away from Stu in the forest behind Sids house after the murder. It comes to full volume as Stu packs his things away, and we see a tracking shot of his back as he bikes home. This crossfades to shots of the knives being wiped down, then when the vocals come in it crossfades to a shot of water running red to pink down a shower drain & over skin, then to a slightly abstract shot of blood in water (I’ve never been the same since Hannibal) as Stu washes their clothing.

The shot comes up through the surface of the water to show Stu, looking worried as he scrubs. This shot crossfades to a shot of Billy, creeping through Cotton Weary’s back yard. Cut back to Stu’s hands as he scrubs, blood still caked under his nails, then match cut to Billy’s gloves hands as he picks the lock and pushes the door open. This crossfades out to a shot of Stu putting wet clothes in the drier, to Billy pushing Cotton’s bloody jacket into a trashcan, then slipping back out of the house.  Crossfade back to Stu, sitting in front of his dryer looking stressed as the music fades out, and then Billy comes down the stairs.

When Billy kisses Stu, the song comes back on for the instrumental bridge, stopping before the vocals come in again as Billy pulls away.

#debaser the movie the soundtrack #debaser fanfic #stuilly #18+ #stu macher x billy loomis #debaserverse #debaser playlists

[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I lied -Danny Words: 2,762 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter /Next Chapter Listen to: 'Girls Like You' -by The Naked And Famous

XXX: It's Been (0) Days Since I Almost Died

Ara's parents leave her at camp for New Year's. Lily welcomes her on the hill, along with the Stolls and Nico Di Angelo.

"You piece of sh—" Ara tries to reach for his throat but Lily gets in the way.

"Hey! It's my birthday and you know the rules!"

"I want my dino back!"

"I've no idea what she's talking about," the boy smirks.

"I'm gonna feed you to my lion."

"Mrs. O'Leary and Pollo both said they like me more."

Ara gasps. "Take that back!"

"You know what, Ara, why don't you take a walk?" Travis suggests. "And maybe, by the time you come back to the Big House, your T-Rex will be right where you left it. Right, Nico?"

"Unlikely."

"Nico!" Lily berates him in Italian, to which he replies with an eye-roll.

"Okay. Yeah, maybe."

Ara flips off Nico before leaving, she doesn't want to do this, but if that's what it takes to save her dino, then she's got no choice. The girl walks into the forest and quickly loses track of time. 

"...or a raccoon."

Ara stops, there's a group of people a few feet ahead of her.

"With no toes?" 

"Piper? What do you think?" 

The girl scoffs. "Just because I'm Native American doesn't mean I can track furniture through the wilderness—'Yes, kemosabe. A three-legged table passed this way an hour ago.' Heck, I don't know."

"Okay, jeez!"

"It's probably a table. Which means Buford went across this stream." 

"You lost a table?" Ara's voice startles the trio.

"Holy crap!" Leo lands on his butt. "How are you so quiet?"

She points at the tracks. "A table did that?"

A young nature spirit—Ara thinks it's Brooke—comes out of the stream in front of them. 

"Could you be any louder? They'll hear you!"

"Are you a naiad?" Leo asks, not caring about the warning. 

"Shh! They'll kill us all! They're right over there!" 

Ara seizes her compass. "What's out there, Brooke?"

"Brooke the brook?" Jason asks with a grin, Piper hits his leg. 

"Okay, Brooke. I'm Piper. We won't let anyone harm you. Just tell us who you're afraid of." 

Brooke approaches with wide eyes. "I'm glad you're back, Ara. It's my crazy cousins. None of us is safe! Now go away. I have to hide!"

Brooke vanishes and Ara pinches the bridge of her nose. "I literally just got here."

"Crazy cousins?" Piper turns to her. "Any idea what she was talking about?" 

"No, but crazy for a Greek is probably way off the rails."

"Maybe we should keep our voices down," Jason suggests.

"We have to follow the trail," Leo insists. "I mean... we're heroes and stuff. We can handle whatever it is. And Ara's back, so that doubles our chances!"

"Right," Ara turns her compass into Almighty. Jason and Piper draw out their weapons and stand next to her, she looks at Leo and raises a brow. "Still no weapon?"

"I don't need 'em," Leo points vaguely at them. "I brought these two with me and now you're here."

She sighs. "Just tell me what's going on..."

The only good thing about this is that Leo is so caught up in his mess that he's not acting weird around Ara. She's kind of glad Buford ran away. Leo thought she'd get angry, but honestly? She would've made the same mistake, so she's quite understanding. 

"Oh," Piper whispers, stopping dead in her tracks. "This isn't good." 

"Why?"

"It's bad luck to be here," Jason explains, but to Ara, it suddenly sounds like it's coming from behind a wall. "This is the battle site."

"What battle?"

"I told you," Ara speaks, unmoving. "The Battle of the Labyrinth." 

Leo grimaces. "Oh... Great. Buford had to run to the most dangerous part of the woods. He couldn't just, like, run to the beach or a burger shop."

Ara remembers the carnage with ample clarity: the way her clothes ended up bloodstained and muddy after carrying the dead campers out of here. She remembers Michael's vow, and—

"Does Buford have a round tabletop with little steam vents sticking up on one side?" Piper asks.

"How did you know?"

"Because he's right over there."

Ara tries to snap out of her war flashbacks. "Oh... good."

"That was easy," Jason tries to walk to the other end of the clearing but Leo stops him.

"Someone's coming!"

"Leo—"

"Shh!" The boy drags them behind what used to be Zeus's fist. 

A bunch of girls skip into the clearing looking very much wasted. "They're just nymphs, Leo," Piper says, but Leo's eyes widen as she tries to stand and keeps her down.

"Crazy cousins!" He reminds them.

"Are they drunk?" Jason asks under his breath. 

A drakon slips into the scene and growls at the nymphs, but they keep giggling and fooling around like they don't care at all. 

"We've got to help them," Piper urges them. "They'll be killed!" 

"No," Ara frowns. No nymph would be so stoic about a drakon crashing their slumber party. "Let's wait."

"Ara, those are just—"

"Be quiet!" She interrupts Jason. "Stay hidden, that's an order."

It doesn't take long before her suspicions get confirmed. One of the girls approaches the creature asking if he's Dionysus, the drakon tries to burn her, and they skin the beast alive like it's a piñata.

"I saw something like this once," Ara gulps. "In that spooky movie with the clown..."

"IT?" Jason asks hoarsely.

"Oh, gods," Piper covers her eyes in terror. "Oh, gods!"

"I read about these nymphs," Leo says, trying to keep it together. "They're followers of Dionysus. I forget what they're called—" 

"Maenads," Piper continues, pressing closer to Ara. "I've heard of them. I thought they only existed in ancient times. They attended Dionysus's parties. When they got too excited..." 

"We have to get out of here," Jason concludes. 

"But they're between us and Buford! And we've only got—" Leo looks at his watch. "Thirty minutes to get the syncopator installed!" 

"Maybe I can fly us over to Buford?" Jason offers, but after a while, he gives up. "I don't know... the air feels agitated. Maybe those nymphs are messing things up. Even the wind spirits are too nervous to get close." 

"That's encouraging," Ara mutters.

"We should call Pollo."

"He's not going anywhere near those girls! They make sirens look stupid!"

"We'll have to retreat to the woods, then. If we can skirt around the Maenads—" 

"Hello!" 

Ara lets out a high-pitched scream that Leo is quick to muffle with his hand. The maenad continues like nothing's going on. 

"Are you Dionysus?" 

"Yes!" Leo pipes in quickly. "Absolutely. I am Dionysus." 

He pulls Ara up and places her between him and the crazy girls. Ara's grip tightens around her sword.

"Wonderful! My lord Dionysus? Really?" 

"Um, Lord Dionysus, what are you doing?" Piper stands behind them with the dagger in hand.

"Everything's cool! The Maenads are my attendants. I love these guys."

"Lord Dionysus, are these three sacrifices for the party? Should we rip them to pieces?" 

"No, no! Great offer, but, um, you know, maybe we should start small. With, like, introductions."

"Surely you remember me, my lord. I am Babette," the girl raises a brow.

"Um, right!" Leo gulps. "Babette! Of course." 

She continues to introduce the rest of the girls and Ara studies them making quick assessments. These are a bunch of nymphs that would make Samara Morgan go back to her creepy VHS and never look back. It doesn't look well for them.

"An interesting form you've chosen, my lord," Babette examines Leo uncomfortably close to his face. "Youthful. Cute, I suppose. Yet... somewhat scrawny and short." 

"Scrawny and short?" Ara sees his eye twitch. "Well, you know. I was going for cute, mostly."

"So, my lord," Babette grazes Leo's arm with her fingertips and Ara has to suppress the urge to slap them away. "Where have you been? We've searched for so long!" 

"Where have I—? Oh, you know! I've been doing, um, wine stuff. Yeah. Red wine. White wine. All those other kinds of wine. Love that wine. I've been so busy working—" Ara shakes her head frantically to shut him up.

"Work! Work!" The Maneads echo his words with horror. "Work! Sacrilege! Kill work!" 

"He means partying!" Piper corrects him. "Partying! Lord Dionysus has been busy partying all over the world. He's been teaching the daughter of Olympus how to live life! Right, Ara?"

The girl elbows her and Ara coughs out. "S-Sure! He's the man!" 

"Yeah! Ha-ha. Partying. Right. I've been so busy partying." 

"Who is this one, my lord? A recruit for the Maenads, perhaps?" 

"Oh. She's my, uh, party planner."

"What a shame," Babette is clearly the smart one of the group, which annoys Ara. "We can't allow mortals to witness our sacred revels."

"But I could be a recruit!" Piper insists. "Do you guys have a website? Or a list of requirements? Er, do you have to be drunk all the time?" 

"Drunk! Don't be silly. We're underage Maenads. We haven't graduated to wine yet. What would our parents think?"

"You have parents?" Jason pushes one of the Maenads away from him. "So... what are you guys drinking if it isn't wine?"

"The beverage of the season! Behold the power of the thyrsus rod! Eggnog!" Babette slams her staff against the ground and makes a geyser of the liquid burst out from there.

"You're... drunk on eggnog?" Piper wrinkles her nose.

"It's New Year's Eve," Ara points out plainly, as if that would mean anything to crazy people.

The conversation backfires to their detriment.

"Hey, um, Dionysus... maybe we should talk. Like, in private. You know... about party stuff?" Jason tries.

"We'll be right back! Just wait here, you guys. Okay?"

"No, you will stay," Babette glares at Leo. "You do not act like Dionysus. Those who fail to honor the god, those who dare to work instead of partying—they must be ripped apart. And anyone who dares to impersonate the god, he must die even more painfully." 

"Wine! Did I mention how much I love wine?" 

"If you are the god of parties, you will know the order of our revelries. Prove it! Lead us!" 

Ara raises her sword slashing at the air sideways to force the nymphs to backtrack. She also uses her charmspeak. "Step back!"

While the nymphs stumble to get away, Piper shouts "Pollo!" at the top of her lungs, and the Nemean lion runs into the scene roaring like crazy. He tackles a few drunk girls in the process, and Ara jumps on his back.

"Hop in!"

"Kill the unbelievers!" Babette snarls. 

Leo grabs a bottle from his belt and throws the contents on the girls. He summons balls of fire and hurls them at the group while the lion takes them away. 

The nymphs, of course, are unbothered by this. One of them lifts a rock from what was formerly Zeus's fist and chucks it in their general direction. "Veer left!" Leo shouts.

Ara pulls Pollo's mane to the side and makes him leap between trees. The lion is fast, but the girls have inhuman speed too, and they're not far behind. 

"How do we beat them?!" Jason screams. "They're immune to fire—They're super strong." 

"We can't kill them," Piper replies. 

"There has to be a way!" Leo says. 

"No. We can't kill them!" Piper insists, holding onto Ara's waist. "Anyone who kills a Maenad is cursed by Dionysus. Haven't you read the old stories? People who kill his followers go crazy or get morphed into animals or... well, bad stuff." 

"Worse than letting the Maenads rip us to shreds? That's just great," Jason scoffs, trying not to slip off Pollo's back. "So we have to stop them without killing them. Anyone got a really big piece of flypaper?"

"A net!" Ara exclaims. "I can make one!"

Pollo stops and they hide behind a large tree, the Maneads seem to have momentarily lost track of them. 

"We have twenty minutes until Bunker Nine explodes," Piper announces as she slips off the lion's back.

"It's impossible."

"We're dead."

"Shut up," Ara rummages through her backpack. "Deadlines are my favored stimuli and this one sure is deadly. Leo, I need..." She lists several items that he's quick to pull out from his belt. Five minutes later she's got a shrinking net-trap ready to go. "Beckendorf's finest."

"You're amazing," Leo stares at it and then at her like he can't believe she's real. Ara's creation has given him an idea. "I've got it! Jason, Ara, you'll have to find Buford. You know which way he went. Circle back and find him, then bring him to the bunker, quick!"

"What about you two?" 

"We're going to lead the Maenads out of your way," Leo takes the trap from Ara's hand. "Straight to Bunker Nine."

"Excuse me, but isn't Bunker Nine about to explode?" Piper questions.

 "Yes, but if I can get the Maenads inside, I have a way to take care of them!"

"Even if you can, we'll still have to find Buford and get the syncopator back to you in twenty minutes, or you, Piper, and a dozen crazy nymphs will blow up."

"Jason, seriously, it's like you don't know us," Ara raises a brow. "We're masters of unlikely."

"Trust us," Leo checks his watch again. "And it's nineteen minutes now." 

"I love this plan," Piper grabs Jason and kisses him. "In case I explode. Please hurry."

Ara climbs back onto Pollo and pulls Jason up behind her. "Good luck!"

As they rush up the hill, she glances at Jason over her shoulder and frowns. Before she can even ask, he blabs out an explanation. "Yeah, we started dating last week—look where we're going!"

"I can't believe I missed that!" She pouts. "Did you get thrown into the lake? That's the tradition here, you know?"

"Yeah, Piper's siblings took care of it," he snorts. "I'm sorry, Ara, this isn't how we wanted to welcome you back."

"No worries, I've had worse welcomes," Ara admits, though she's enjoying herself a lot.

"Just hug the table!"

"Don't yell at me!" Jason screams back.

Ara's holding him by the waist while Pollo takes them to the bunker. Buford wasn't that hard to find but it is quite sneaky for a table. Jason had to seize it in a deadlock and now he's trapped in that position while the girl drags him and Buford like ragdolls through the forest.

Pollo storms into the bunker and Jason drops the table as soon as they enter, causing it to slide across the floor making a screeching noise that hurts their ears. Ara drops Jason and jumps off her lion stumbling over her feet. 

"Watch the cage!" She orders her pet as she runs past the trapped Maneads.

Leo hugs his table. "I'm so sorry, Buford. I promise I'll never take you for granted again. Only Lemon Pledge with extra-moisturizing formula, my friend. Anytime you want it!"

"We've got two minutes left!" Piper informs them, lifting Jason off the ground.

Ara moves Leo out of the way and opens Buford's drawer. Leo runs ahead and guides her to the combustion chamber. "Help, Hephaestus!" She pleads out loud.

Leo opens a lid once and Ara quickly places the syncopator in position. She seizes tubes and connects them to it as fast as she can with Leo's help. When they finish, she closes the chamber and keeps her hands on the lid, as if fearing it will snap open.

"Guys?" Jason calls from outside, he can't see them.

"Hold on!" Leo responds. "Hey, you're glowing!"

"What?" Ara looks down.

The combustion chamber starts abruptly, the engine roars to life and drops into a steady purring. Leo places his hand on the surface to make sure everything's working, but Ara's the one who speaks.

"No clusters or leaking. Might need to stabilize it properly by hand 'cause some liquids are out of sync," she says, her palms remaining firmly placed on the lid.

The boy stares at her in surprise. "How do you know?"

"He blessed me!" She gasps and looks back at him. "Your dad blessed me!"

"No way!" Leo holds her by the shoulders. "How does it feel?"

"Amazing!" The girl holds him in the same way, her adrenaline is off the charts and it's making her feel more alive than ever, she feels like she can conquer the world. "I'm so glad Nico stole my T-Rex!"

"No idea what that means!" Leo looks at her with pride, his brown eyes softening as he speaks. "I don't care what Hercules and Achilles did to get their titles, you're still my favorite."

Ara kisses him. Leo makes a weird noise and flames erupt from the top of his head, but Ara doesn't move, she can't feel the heat. Buford bumps into her and makes her lose balance, she breaks the kiss and holds onto Leo's forearms to steady herself.

"Guys?" Piper speaks up. "What's that noise? Is it working?"

"Y-Yeah!" Leo replies, keeping Ara in place. "That's the sound of an engine not exploding!"

He faints abruptly, dragging her along.

"Holy—!" Ara tries to stand and pull him back up but fails. "Jason!"

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[allie-glace]

So I have a DP x HP idea,

Danny and Draco twins AU

So like when Narcissa was first pregnant they go see a doctor who says "Congratulation, they're twins !!!" Narcissa and Lucius freak out. There is a curse in the Malfoy blood, of every pairs of twins one will be a squib.

And it's not like they won't love thwir children even if they're a squib because they good parents (not good people) but with the political climat...

Will she is still pregnant they start to chearch for good people to take care of Danny and take him back later (Lucius know about the prophecy and now bet on it for his child).

At birth they use a banned blood rtual to see wich child is a wizard.

Draco is the wizard and Deneb is not.

Cue Danny get taken by the Fenton who have alredy adopted a little girl from Englend.

One year after the Dark lord is defeted and the Malfoy are overjoyed, even is their little boy won't have a perfect lives in the wizarding world at least he will be with them.

So they go in Amity Parck but then they learn something that change everything ;

Danny is a creature

The spell on the Malfoy lineage has let a hidden bloodline on the black side take over Danny D.N.A, so in the end they leave Danny with the Fenton but come back to see him every summer.

They leav him because it's even more dangerous for a creature born from wizard in the wizarding englend that for a squib

Everythin goes like in the serie and the book, only in HP book 5 the order that the Malfoy yearly trip to the US hide something. Cue someone his send in Amtiy Park, of course the Death eater discover it and sent someone too.

Because of that Danny get kidnapped to the UK by the order and he hates them for that.

Some more information :

- Amity park is a city with so much magical people that every muggles that live here know about magic

- When first created Amity park has a big magical immigration in and with time and now it's a magical majority

- Tucker is a were-lion

- Sam is a muggle

- Wes is a seer and psychic

- Draco with the big muggle that Danny was he becomes a some sort of goth

- Even if he his still sh*t at school it's only a cover to protect his brother

- Jazz is the daughter of Fabian Prewett, when her father died her mother has given for adoption

- Jack Fenton is a squib and Maddie a muggle

Addition : forgot but I took the name Deneb for Danny from the fanfiction Stars Aligned by Marsalias

#danny phantom #harry potter #draco malfoy #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #dp x hp

[kitkatwinchester]

STILES IS THE FREAKING BEST I SWEAR TO GOD!!

Even when he says that he's gonna leave Scott for dead, we all know he would NEVER leave Scott behind.

As much as he loves and respects his dad, Scott means too much to him, and he would jump in front of that bullet any day, no matter how much of a risk it was.

And while he may have stumbled a little bit (...okay, a lot bit XD), we gotta give this boy ALL the credit for thinking on his feet (which, as an aside, he was THIS CLOSE to figuring out the random keys gosh darnat. Oh well. I'm sure it'll come to him any minute now. XD).

And then the fact that the conclusion he DID come up with while thinking on his feet is something his dad already said...LITERALLY his father's son I love him.

And THEN, to top it ALL off, he just goes AFTER Rafael and I am HERE for it.

I know I'm not supposed to know what Stiles is talking about in that scene (about how Scott's dad got drunk and accidentally pushed Scott down the stairs and knocked him unconscious when he was little and that's why he left), but honestly, I think the fact that I do makes that scene soooo much better, because it just accentuates how protective of and loyal to Scott Stiles really is (and also how protective of his dad he is, 'cause he was willing to call out Rafael in that moment to not just defend Scott, but also defend his dad's honor <3).

Okay but, like, my understanding is that this happened YEARS ago, right? Like, when Stiles and Scott were KIDS.

Which means Stiles, at the mere age of, what...seven? Eight? MAYBE nine? He heard that conversation, and he held onto that for YEARS, and he didn't say ANYTHING to ANYONE, but he filed it away for a moment EXACTLY like this, where he could tell Rafael to shut the f*ck up, because he knows the truth, and Rafael is the last person that should be judging anyone for their struggles and/or parenting decisions.

Get yourself a best friend like Stiles, because holy sh*t, if that's not loyalty and love, I don't know what is. <3 <3

Anyways, as a random aside, Danny and Ethan are so cute and I love them so much and I hope they officially get back together, because I love them.

But SERIOUSLY!! Stiles is one of the best, smartest, funniest, most loyal human beings on the planet and no one can convince me otherwise.

I love this man so much. <3 <3 <3

(The little face he made at realizing he and his dad were on the same page I love him and his relationship with his dad so much. <3 <3)

Update: LEAVE ETHAN ALONE LEAVE ETHAN ALONE LEAVE ETHAN ALONE LEAVE ETHAN ALONE--

UPDATE PART II: Okay but let's not sneeze at how great of a friend Scott is too like... The way he was like "hey we don't have to do this, let's figure out this thing that's bothering you". And then the way he was sooo excited for Stiles when that girl came up and kissed him. STOP I CAN'T WITH THEM! XD <3 <3 <3

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[coffeeandbatboys]

Dark Academia (without the academia part) movies for a rainy fall day.

Black Beauty (1994)

Happy ending, gorgeous countryside visuals and a beautiful score by Danny Elfman make this one of my favorites when I need to cry.

Sherlock Holmes (2009)

Leaning a little on the dark comedy side, I love this movie, end of story. Downey is such a great Sherlock.

Batman Begins (2005)

Oh look.

Its a Christopher Nolan film.

With Cillian Murphy in it.

(Hehe What a sh*t storm BarBatHeimer would have been.)

#movie recs #watchlist #black beauty #Black beauty 1994 #sherlock holmes #robert downey jr #batman begins #cillian murphy #barbenheimer #christian bale