Earnest young man with an unhealthy tan
Puts a drink in my hand and says: "I understand
You're in search of the place to continue the chase
Of the heavenly taste? I suggest in that case
You all come with me to my place by the sea
Where the glasses shall be overflowing with free
Alcoholic delights and free love if you like
For what point has this life if you can't realize your dreams?"
Oh, raise your glasses high
And drink the town dry!
We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense!
We'll drink 'til we start to see lovely pink elephants
Inside our heads, inside our beds
Inside the threads of our pyjama legs
So don't shoot til you see the reds of our eyes
And an army of elephants marching behind
From the day I was born 'til the night I will die
All my lovers will be pink and elephantine!
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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 love how awful simeon is, not that it's attractive in any sense because it's horrendous how he rejects anything that will lead to confronting himself, but because it's interesting and it surprises me how it's not more spoken of. something so human and something that plays into the reason why solomon told diavolo that he doesn't fit into the storybook role of a perfect celestial realm angel back in season 2.
in his first birthday event, no one amongst the cast batted an eye when he tricked the brothers into practicing the virtues that they had as angels, nor did anyone notice how he mirrored them by indulging in their respective sins. no one questioned why he never spoke much about himself since season one. without a clear goal, the concept of kindness is simply the absence of cruelty for simeon. a passerby, a bystander, because that has been his role since the celestial war.
knowing this and that simeon is an author, it's curious how he seems to assign roles to everyone in his life, and adopt their traits to fill the places that he lacks. that way, he can find parts of himself in them, just as a creator does with their original characters.
but he cannot figure out what role solomon or barbatos play in his story, and it's why he is relentlessly frustrated and intimidated by what they have to say.
they haunt him, because they represent the reality.
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a lot of people are using nex as a queer talking point without even mentioning they were choctaw and 2S. without even mentioning that this - harassment, assault, murder, disappearances, lies/indifference/denial about the circumstances of our death - is typical of the violence we face. not once have i seen non-native people address that we, as natives, face this same treatment within queer communities. that queer institutions use our land while declining to offer native-inclusive and -sensitive care. we suffer at the hands of white lgbt+ people just as much as we do at the hands of people outside the community.
nex is not your NB pariah. nex was a 2S, NB, choctaw child. thousands of native people go missing and are killed and no one cares. many are two-spirit. many are LGBTQIA+. many are "queer" in ways only defined and recognised by our closed cultures, that you may never hear of and may never understand.
if you are going to flock to nex, you are not going to take them from us post-mortem. they were choctaw. they were native. their tribal affiliation has already been falsely reported on. if you are talking about nex, you will talk about how unwelcoming and dangerous your communities are for us, too. you will talk about how natives face this violence constantly, everywhere. you will not remove nex from the context of them being choctaw, ever - or you won't say their name at all.
even when we die, you don't care about us. i am telling you to care about us if you want us to stop dying.
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very soft soft hero x villain fluff to celebrate the valentines day? (dont hurry on it tho, its lowkey my fault for sending this ask 12 minutes before valentines day ends sooo)
“You alright?”
The darkness wasn’t exactly comforting. Waking up drenched in sweat wasn’t either.
The villain groaned and turned around, the old bedframe screaming under their weight. Nightmares were something they were used to but the reassuring words the hero offered were something darkly unknown they had yet to conquer.
They had never understood why talking about it would help. But…sometimes it did.
“Are you okay?” the villain asked, deflecting with care and skill. “Isn’t this boring you?”
Warm fingers snaked up their waist, finding halt right under their chest. The villain closed their eyes but it didn’t make a big difference, the curtain was killing every bit of light that wanted to come into their bedroom.
“It’s 3pm, love. You missed lunch,” the hero whispered. The villain heard them move, felt them twisting under the blanket, felt the hint of their breath on their nose.
“You don’t have to do this every time,” the villain said. It wasn’t easy to find the hero’s face in the dark, so they were careful with their fingers. Once they felt the familiar curve of their jaw brushing their skin, they relaxed instinctively.
“But I want to.”
“Listen…fuck, I don’t wanna distract you from work.”
“Work can wait.” The hero moved again. This time, their knee found the villain’s hip, giving them the opportunity to pull themselves on top of them. Seeing right through them, the villain grabbed their thigh and pushed them until the hero was lying on them with their full body mass.
Like a weighted blanket.
The villain breathed in and out, completely and utterly satisfied. The hero wasn’t as heavy as they were but being crushed by something felt very nice every once in a while.
“I’m sorry I’m always staying out for so long,” they whispered.
“It’s okay,” the hero said. “Your decision.”
“I know but…I sleep all day and you miss out on all that stuff when you sleep with me.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that I am not missing out on anything? You’re like the only loser I have left in my life.” Their lips brushed the villain’s tenderly. God, being wanted could hurt sometimes. And the villain didn’t even know why.
“You’re not very social, are you?” the villain asked and with every syllable, their lips touched more and more. It was heaven. It was warmth. Something so loving and honest, they weren’t sure if there could ever be a time after the hero.
“No.” The hero gave them a kiss, sweet and slow. “Too many people at work already. Don’t need more of them in my free time. God forbid they recognise me. Asking me to bless their babies or something.”
“Well, you’re a modern saint, are you not?” The villain’s hand followed their spine across the hero’s shirt. Once they were at the bottom, they slipped their hand under it and followed the same path up again.
“Ugh, maybe. I like helping people but…” They buried their face in the villain’s neck, breathing heavily and hell, it made the villain feel good. Affection and desire wasn’t strange to them but being the object of the hero’s affection and desire…they had never wanted something so badly.
“But what?” The villain was sure they could hear the smile in their voice, despite hiding their face.
“…but I’m starting to like you more,” the hero confessed.
Weirdly, the villain didn’t think about using this as an advantage at first. No, their first thought was I could stay with you here forever.
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