A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc
"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."
"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.
"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.
"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"
"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.
"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."
"This is where I live."
"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"
"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"
"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."
"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."
"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."
"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"
"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"
"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"
"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"
"Please, call me Bruce."
"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."
Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.
"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."
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i think a really big reason the lightfury design is so weird is because it adheres to human beauty standards
the other dragon designs are beautiful in the sense of a moth with cool wings, a cat with a long coat or a deer in a forest clearing
the lightfury is meant to be pretty in the ways a human is pretty which when compared to all the other dragons, makes her look really really awkward
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in connection to my other post abt clark's superhearing & bruce hijacking clark's day because of it..
it has the potential to be so soft too oUGH,,, bruce whispering into his hands after waking up, saying to clark (who is miles & miles away), "good morning, clark. i slept for 8 hours, just like you asked."
clark can hear him smile when he says it
bruce narrating his day just for him & clark. "the shareholders meeting was rough. one of the chairmen had this ugly tie, clark, you wouldn't believe it. it was floral with bits of yellow & orange. if alfred saw it, he would've had a fit"
clark is grinning to himself while writing his report on climate change & oil spills. lois rolls her eyes
or bruce only needing to talk to the echo of his office instead of picking up his phone & texting because he's lazy asking & whispering to no one about busy schedules & dimpled smiles
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Darkiplier has the same problem the fandom has: he sees every Mark as WKM!Mark. As the actor, the asshole, the worst version of himself. “Same snake, different skin”. But he’s wrong (or lying).
He’ll seemingly hunt down every version of Mark - except, for whatever reason, Engineer - even if they’re innocent.
That’s what makes him the villain. That obsession with Mark.
That’s the worst part of us that Dark held on to when the rest of us was left behind.
"You made Darkiplier. So, in a weird way, you are Darkiplier."
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thinking about the fact that the only time I felt like season 3 robin came back during season 4 was in this moment:
and it was when she was alone with eddie, someone she hasn't known for very long and can honestly hardly even consider her friend, just like steve at the start of season 3.
BUT when she's alone with nancy for the first time she acts around her exactly as she does around steve in season 4, when they're already been best friends for months and she feels like she can be herself around him, that means she feels like that around nancy too.
in this essay I will-
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idk i feel like we’ve already talked about this (we did!! it’s here!! by the lovely @mac-lilly) but a sweet home alabama-ish juke au. yknow. childhood friends to lovers to strangers to enemies to lovers again
mostly for this scene:
“nice dress,” he shouts over the rain and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. “where’s your husband?” he barely throws a glance at her, his eyes quickly averting back to his task at hand — burying the rods deeper i to the sand.
julie is drenched from head to toe, her wedding dress ruined, her hair a nightmare — her make up is probably leaking all over her face, and her feet are aching. but as she gets ready to give him her answer, she can’t help but smile — a genuine one.
“i’m looking at him,” she says simply.
luke stops moving, his back to her as his arms hang on either side of the metal rod he was now gripping with a little more force than necessary.
for a moment neither of them say anything, with only the sound of nature roaring around them.
it represented them well — the pouring rain, the crashing waves; the thunderous clouds and blinding lightning: it was a lot, all-encompassing and overwhelming.
their love was a force of nature, and they both knew it.
luke slowly turns around, hands dropping to his sides.
“what are you talking about?” his eyes scan the darkened area behind her, trying to spot the blond head he knows will inevitably pop up. “where’s nick?” he finally asks when he fails to see him.
“he’s not here, luke,” she says, taking a step towards him. luke’s eyes are back on her, as he watches her warily. what was she up to? torturing him until the last minute?
“he left for new york an hour ago.”
just hearing the name of the city that had become julie’s new home reminds luke why he had tried so hard to guard his heart.
he nods brusquely at julie, walking past her as he shouts over his shoulder.
“you should hurry and catch up to him — wouldn’t want to miss your wedding night.” he grimaces as the words leave his mouth, instantly regretting it.
he sounded petty. and he also definitely didn’t want to picture julie on her wedding night with someone…..that wasn’t him.
luke stops to pick up his equipment off the ground, shaking his head as he digs around in the sand to make sure he doesn’t leave anything behind.
“i’m not joining him.”
luke stops moving, his fingers freezing mid-search as her words slowly sink in.
she couldn’t-
she didn’t-
“we didn’t get married, luke.”
her words hit him like a bag of bricks, dropping everything he had picked up as he slowly straightens up, his back still to her.
he takes in a deep breath- and another, eyes closed and fists clenched as he tries to squash down the hope that stubbornly started rising up in his chest.
“why not?”
“apparently,” she starts, her voice slowly getting closer. “…we’re still married.”
luke’s eyes snap open at her statement, swirling around to find her standing only a few feet away.
“still married? but i signed the papers, just like you asked me to.”
“yeah well turns out…i kinda forgot to.” she shrugs, shoulders moving up and down as a small smile makes its way on her face.
“forgot?” he asks incredulously. “forgot?”
luke groans as he rakes his fingers through his hair, letting out a humourless laugh.
“julie,” he says, eyes on hers. “what do you want?”
“you,” she answers simply. “you were my first kiss,” she continues, taking a step closer. “and i want you to be the last.”
that throws him off for a second, recalling a time when they were kids and julie had told him the exact same thing.
they were older now- things were different…right?
luke just shakes his head to clear it, and asks again.
“no i mean- what do you want to be married to me for anyway? wasn’t nick what you were always looking for?”
julie shakes her head as her smile turns blinding, taking a step towards him, and then another, until she was crowding him, standing in his space.
“so i can kiss you whenever i want.”
she grabs his drench collar, and pulls, until he was only inches away.
“and no luke, it was always you.”
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