If Dark Dan is the product of Vlad and Danny's ghosts merging, it means they have 2 kids?! Now it looks like Vlad and Danny divorced and divided kids: Dani stays with Danny and Dan stays with Vlad (too much 'danno' in their halfa family... maybe this Vlad's obsession over his lil badger was the reason of the divorce)
(lmao, Dani is elder, just like Jazz to Danny)
Someone who has never seen the show would laugh and say you're making this up, but the rest of us know... that's pretty much the canon truth.
Clockwork The courts ruled that Vlad has primary custody of Dan while Danny has primary custody of Danielle (though she informally emancipated herself from Vlad and is essentially Danny's relative now).
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bizarre to watch a horror film that came out this year that horror people seem to generally enjoy and one of the plot points of it being "yeah, the evil presence can't get into some people's minds. but autistic people? oh man, the evil just doesn't know WHAT to do in there, once its in there its trapped! just look at the way they move their hands, isn't that weird? that means the evil is in there!"
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picking fights
andreil, rated t, <500 words / series: flashes of intimacy
There can be something so pleasant about being unpleasant. Andrew started the day by making Nicky’s face flash with hurt. He repeatedly stepped on the heels of a guy twice his height in the coffee line, and flashed middle fingers as he walked out of his least favorite class.
Bee fills their session talking to Aaron, denying Andrew the opportunity to rile up his brother until they’re driving back to practice. Renee proposes a late night sparring session, then shrugs off Andrew’s silence. He doesn’t want to play pretend, and she doesn’t pick fights she knows she won’t win.
Then there’s Neil. A uniquely irritating figure. Andrew hasn't had to deal with him since morning practice, but Neil hits him with a concerned stare as soon as he steps onto the court. Andrew repays it by sending all Neil’s shots on goal back at his ankles, waiting for that temper to flare.
Andrew’s pulse jumps when Neil finally drops his racquet and stomps toward him. The buzzer goes off as he slams a hand against the wall next to Andrew’s head and grabs at the grating of Andrew’s mask.
“What’s your problem?” Neil asks. It’s not even a hiss — not even a growl.
“Seems like you have the problem,” Andrew says, matching Neil’s calm tone.
“No,” Neil says. “You woke up mad. Fine. Pit yourself against everyone else, but not me. I’m always on your team.”
The words douse the fire in Andrew’s chest, leaving him full of ash, full of dust, full of nothing. Stupid Neil. Andrew should have known better. But he’s forever picking fights he can’t win.
He fists the collar of Neil’s scrimmage pinny, tugging. Neil holds his ground, holds Andrew’s gaze.
“This thing says otherwise,” Andrew says, but Neil only rolls his eyes at the attempted diversion. Apparently satisfied, he lets go of Andrew’s helmet and steps back.
Andrew sits out the rest of practice in retaliation. Later, he brakes at the curb of Fox Tower and waits for everyone to get lost. Neil stays in the passenger seat, watching as the others walk into the building. When they’re out of sight, Neil slumps in his seat and yawns.
Andrew hates him. His eyes nearly water as he swallows a yawn of his own.
He slams the car into park and leaves it running. Neil stares as Andrew rounds the car and yanks open the passenger door, his face a dare.
“Move over,” Andrew says.
Neil blinks in surprise, then climbs into the driver’s seat. “Where to?”
Andrew doesn’t respond. It’s December, but he rolls the window down when Neil merges onto the highway. He sticks his hand out, holding his palm steady against the force of the freezing air.
It’s another fight he can’t win. The wind stops biting when his skin goes numb, but eventually his muscles tire. Andrew rolls up the window, and savors the pins and needles as his fingers come back to life in Neil’s warm palm.
this series is on ao3!
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The "uwu yasha housewife" crowd and the "yasha is a femme always in sundresses" crowd and the "people that fucking annoy and bore me to tears" crowd are a venn diagram that is mostly a circle but what gets me so mad is that it IS possible to do housewife yasha if you're not regurgitating r*dfem rhetoric. Remember Izumi from Fullmetal alchemist? The fucking fighting master who regularly wowed people with her strength and prowess and, when asked what she was, proudly bellowed "housewife?" That's Yasha, except Yasha's bigger. Stop doing bioessentialist t*rf work for them. Housewife doesn't mean tr*dwife. It doesn't mean she gave up the strength she's proud of, it doesn't mean she was only ever strong because of trauma and yearned to be some waifish slip of a girl. It's not hard. And you don't have to put every f/f couple into a butch/femme lens, but that's another post I've already made.
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in other news jake just got his first assist for carolina :(
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