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wrongweaponsdrawn · 5 months
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"That is true. If the crime lab investigates, they'll know they're tears. It's impossible to know whose tears they are. But, that would be enough. Maybe it was suicide, Maybe it was a farce, Maybe it'll be a meaningless mystery. With even the slightest bit of gossip, the value in trying to solve it would drop off. Your friend's final wish will amount to nothing. This isn't simple logic. It's the manipulation of a demon who erodes people's souls. The ability to destroy the crux of your existence is the only ability I need."
- The Narrator
(Source: Ranpo Edogawa, Bungo Stray Dogs, to Mushitarou Oguri)
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jennmoslek36 · 9 months
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Jennifer Odom: The Beginning Of The End.
ON A CHILLY afternoon in rural Florida, a young girl steps off of her school bus & begins the walk home. She would only get a few yards before vanishing…THE STORY IS eerily familiar BUT it’s NOT about Jennifer Odom. This story takes place a full year before the world would hear about Jenny. This IS the horrific story of 17-year-old Carolyn Murray of Springhill, Florida. A CREATURE OF HABIT SHE…
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puppetmaster13u · 5 days
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Prompt 283
Now Jason would like it known that there was no mpreg situation going on. He isn’t even sure where people got that idea in the first place. Sure, he had taken a few Cores from the goons-in-white who had dared to set up in his turf. 
And sure maybe the excess energy from the pit (no wonder he’d been so irritable) was what said baby halfas (Okay, so they’re half human? Alright) had used to reform. And maybe the oldest is visibly less than a year old. 
But there Was No Mpreg Situation! He is this close to shooting someone! It was annoying (and slightly amusing) when it was just his goons, but now the Bats have seemingly got it in their heads! Dear Gotham it’s a good thing he’s not planning on like, ever revealing who he is because he would never be able to live this rumor down. 
[Winged Ghosts Au too, that seems to be getting lost in reblogs when it's just in the tags lol]
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kokoa-la · 10 months
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Prompt from @masked-kitsune
Sent to me by anonymous lol
Part 1, part 2
This was absolutely absurd. While Danny did have a history of breaking beakers on accident and was also banned from his chemistry lab back in Casper high, he’d never made a whole lab blow up. The accusation was so unfitting. The halfa would label himself as simply misunderstood, it’s not his fault he has bad luck? You break a couple beakers and drop a few modern day potions and all of a sudden you’re suspected of the crime of exploding your school chem lab with no trial and the punishment of detention for the whole year. He was wronged, framed even. 
Danny, of course, was musing this all to himself in the detention room after school. He hadn’t managed to plead his case well enough. Gotham Academy was filled to the brim with money and nepotism, there was no way they’d believe the orphan on a Wayne scholarship. This had to be illegal (like him) or something. They didn’t even have any proof!
They didn’t have any proof. Oh Danny was getting a bad/wonderful/fun idea. He had to clear his name, obviously, he hated being blamed for things he didn’t do. If he just found evidence that it was someone else and not him, then it’d be fine. 
He couldn’t prove he wasn’t there. He had been out doing ghost stuff, as Phantom. What was he supposed to do? Go ghost and scare the bejeebus out of everyone there? Admit he’s a meta? (Being dead is a medical condition!) That’d worsen his sentence. Now he’s a charity case and a weirdo with powers! He didn’t need any more of being called a creepy boy with creepy powers thank you very much. 
Still, them not knowing he had powers was a blessing in disguise. The detention room door was locked until the two hours ran out, but the walls weren’t ghost proof, and neither was the ceiling- or anything of the room really. He’s pretty sure everyone in Gotham is somewhat superstitious, but they don’t really believe in ghosts. Danny knows because telling people his parents are ghost hunters in any place other than Amity went south very quickly. 
That settled it then. He’d use his powers to investigate the lab he is hereby banned from for the rest of his life, and find proof he’s innocent. Perfect plan. 
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After a month he had gathered a substantial amount of clues that quite literally had no connection to each other. Getting into the cameras of the lab and the hallways around it wasn’t viable. He couldn’t hack into anything for the life of him and anytime he tried using any of his abilities on other cameras he just fried em. He’s sure with enough practice he could figure something out, but he didn’t know how long that’d take, no matter how fast he was at learning new abilities. Plus, a lot of then were already broken. Some areas were blacked out and finding out whether the cameras in that hallways worked or not was a problem on its own. 
He went over the events of that day once more. He had felt a ghost in the area, and having not interacted with one since he got to Gotham (sans Red Hood but he didn’t count) he quickly left to go and figure it out. He had gone to the bathroom in the science wing that just happened to be across from the chemistry lab. He goes ghost, leaves, finds literally  no one, not even getting a chill, returns, and the lab is gone. He’s found at the scene by a teacher who had heard the explosion and saw him at the scene, immediately dragging him to the principal's office. 
He knew he didn’t do it, even accidentally! He hadn’t touched the room at all, walking straight past it into the bathroom. He knew it looked bad. Of course it did, but he was innocent, and wasn’t too keen on staying after school for 2 hours every day for the whole year. 
The problem was if it was a ghost problem, but he knew it wasn’t. It couldn’t have been because the feeling of the lab afterwards (because he checked thoroughly) was lacking any ecto-energy at all. That meant it was a student or a person who went there, and when Danny found em he’d have a couple more than a few words for the guy. 
The halfa grumbled in his seat as he got yet another lecture. He’s been getting them every day without fail since the incident, at this point it was getting tiring. Ten minutes wasted listening to the English teacher bore on and on about the consequences of his actions and so on so forth, but this time was different. Mr. Lanch had stopped after five minutes when a knock came on the door. In strolled in Mr.Laner , with a boy. A boy who looked strikingly familiar to Danny. Black hair with a middle part, blue eyes, pale skin, lean figure, in his grade maybe? 
“Mr.Lanch this is Timothy Drake Wayne, he will be joining you for the next two months every day.” 
“I see. Well, Mr.Drake, take a seat, choose any they’re all open but one.”
Danny was seated in the back corner, Tim sat in the corner on the other side of the room, also in the back. Mr.Laner gave Danny a dirty look before leaving. Mr.Laner was the chemistry teacher, and he had made it his personal mission to be as cruel and petty as possible to Danny because of what happened- which wasn’t even his fault! When he cleared his name he wanted a full apology, seriously. 
And then there was Tim! He knew him, of course he did, the dude was the son of the guy who gave him his scholarship. He couldn’t even think about breathing in his direction, let alone sharing a room with him every day for the next two months alone. When Mr.Lanch had finished and left the room, locking the door behind him, Danny crumpled under the awkward atmosphere. Neither of them were saying anything- at all. Danny couldn’t even hear the other breathe. It was eating away at him, he had to say something, but what?
“What are you in for?”
That? That was his choice? Well it was a valid question considering they were in detention. 
“A fight.”
“You got in a fight?”
“No, I beat someone else senseless. He called it a fight to save his ego.”
Danny couldn’t stop the snort that escaped him. 
“Deserved it?”
“Oh definitely.” 
What he’d give to go back to Casper High and just beat the ever loving crap out of Dash. Stupid secret identities, making him be weak and get his ass kicked every day by a dumbass with good genes and blond hair. 
“What are you in for?” 
And now Danny was being questioned. He sighed.
“I was framed, framed I tell ya!”
“Uh-huh, that’s what they all say. What were you ‘framed’ for?”
Tim had used his fingers to put up air quotes along the word framed. Danny didn’t appreciate it. He was a truthful ghost- for the most part. He wasn’t lying!
“The explosion in the chem lab.”
“That was you?!”
Tim nearly hopped out of his seat. His head coming up from his fist that he laid it against. Gone was his relaxed posture of pure boredom and exhaustion.
“No it wasn’t! I just said I was framed!”
“But you’re so-”
“So what?”
What was this kid even getting at? Did Danny look weird? Look unable to explode shit? Cus he was able! 
“So-”
“Are you saying I’m incapable looking? That I can’t blow something up?”
“Well no-”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Okay- you look harmless?”
“That’s rude.”
“I thought you wanted  to look innocent.”
“Cuz I am!”
“Uh huh, and I didn’t beat Andy bloody.”
“Andy? Anderson? The guy with diamonds on his teeth?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me, they look so bad.”
Tim groaned before covering his head with his hands. Unpleasant memories, Danny assumed. Still, must have been nice to punch the guy. He was obnoxious and rude and always rubbing his money in Danny’s face. More than once he’s had to stop himself from strangling the kid. Another joy in his life robbed because he was a ghost. Such a shame, truly.
Danny laughed before slouching in his seat. How was he supposed to leave the room and investigate with Tim here? He banged his head against the desk. 
"You okay?"
"Yeah yeah all good" 
His voice was muffled from it being squashed against the desk, but the other heard him all the same. Danny practically whined before getting up out his seat, the metal screeching loudly against the floor. He walked over towards the desk in the front of the room and shuffled around the drawers. 
"What are you doing?" 
He ignored his detention buddy and focused on rummaging around the drawer for a paper clip. When he found one he undid it and bent it near the edge, giving it a ridge. 
"Hey!"
Tim, being ignored once again, got up from his own seat and walked over. 
Danny had kneeled at the door and jammed the paperclip into the lock, digging it in and jiggling it, waiting for a click. Has he ever done this before? No, but he's seen Sam do it to just about every lock they've ever encountered so he assumed it'd be easy enough to figure out. 
He was incorrect.
"You're doing it wrong."
He almost wanted to go "no shit, sherlock" to Tim, but decided against it.
"You know how to pick locks?"
"Obviously. Hand it over."
Danny shrugged his shoulders before handing over the paper clip and stepping away from the door. Tim rolled his eyes before taking the clip and putting it back in the lock, this time angling it up, pulling it back and forth and then twisting it. After a couple of seconds the door resounded with a click and Tim got up and opened the door. He smirked and leaned against the door.
"Still going to ignore me?"
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cainpdf · 4 months
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yk what it is better for me that i did not watch this show during my preteen years
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arbiterlexultionis · 7 months
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Poltergeist
So, Danny, who’s blood is composed of mostly caffeine because the Box Ghost just WON’T FUCKING STOP attacking on the middle of the night, God Dammit this is the SEVENTH Time tonight how the Crap Baskets do you keep escaping the Thermos!! So, when he wakes up one morning needing both caffeine and ectoplasm in his sleep deprived state he just mixes a 4 pack of monster and beaker of ectoplasm in a jug and starts chugging to try and get it down before the taste hits and then stops. Takes a sip. Takes another. And realizes that it actually taste way better then either do individually.
So he starts mixing them up regularly, and eventually starts just phasing ectoplasm into still sealed cans so he can grab and go for the sake of convenience. Then some other ghost get a taste, like it, and start asking for more. So Danny gets some new friends and starts making ghost money selling his concoction, and as a joke based on the original name of the energy drink, paints over the can and relabels them Poltergeist.
For a while, business is booming but then a problem pops up. Real world items are contraband in the zone according to Walker, and most of the drink itself and the container it comes in is real world matter. Cue prohibition era shenaniganery as Danny and his allies became energy drink bootleggers, running from Walker, smuggling cases of Poltergeist, hiring ghost to help them with all of this, the whole nine yards.
I think this could work out pretty well with Danny and The Spooks, him and his boys mass producing and shipping out illegal ghost energy drinks could be a really cool plot line in my opinion, producing it, figuring out how to get it to the zone and all that as a group. I also feel this idea is just the right amount of wacky to work with the DP verse and serious/sensible enough to not be complete crack fic unless you want it to be.
When the Fenton’s and Valerie hear about that no good menace Phantom selling Highly Dangerous Ghost Drugs the flip their shit. The smear campaign is the stuff of legends. And then the truth comes out. It’s just a really Really REALLY tired teenager trying to stay awake and make some pocket money to buy first aid supplies and have some left over to buy food for homeless people.
If it’s a verse where Sam and Tucker are in on the whole ghost fighting thing then they are Energy Drink Kingpin Danny’s right and left hand men. Tucker’s the tech guy, figuring out how to build hidden compartments in vehicles to hide the goods, monitoring and screwing with Walker’s tech, managing accounts for human money he makes/figuring out how to exchange human money for Ghost money. Sam is his badass enforcer who keeps the underlings in line, and also uses her money and rich people connections to launder money and stuff. Proper crime boss stuff.
Eventually, everyone’s least favorite front loop catch’s wind of this. And I see this going one of two ways.
1) He comes to the conclusion that Danny’s not aloud to have nice things, and starts his own enterprise to compete with Danny. Stealing business, sabotaging production, tipping off Walker. General douchbaggery.
2) He is the opposite of opposition. He wants Danny as his Son, wants Danny to be just like him, wants to guide and train Danny the way he never got. So Danny, all on his own, building a criminal empire? Pissing off the authorities instead of being a little goody two shoes? Laundering money almost as good as his old man? It is wonderful and he is Here For It. Either he’s in the distance cheering him on or actively trying to help. “No no my boy, if you do it like that you’ll either end up broke or in jail for tax evasion. You’ve got to send your money through these channels and store it in banks of these countries. I’ll help you set up accounts.”
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kylejsugarman · 3 months
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i know i talk about "breaking bad" on here like its a spongebob cartoon but goddamn it really was such a cool show. i will never fucking forget how my jaw DROPPED at the sight of gus calmly exiting hector's room in "face off" with half of his face literally blown open. "this is not meth." the train heist working. tortuga's head being found in the desert. like its fun to joke about these scenes and everything else on the show, but those iconic moments still fucking hit.
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coldflasher · 5 days
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currently thinking about the fact that cisco and caitlin basically didn't have real jobs for almost a decade. they spent all day at S.T.A.R labs chatting to barry on comms, making maguffins and administering medical treatment at extremely unreliable intervals with no consistently defined job role.
their best friend is essentially their boss??? barry owns the lab and he presumably pays them to be there, since they don't have any other jobs (bar caitlin's brief stints as an employee at mercury labs/bartender/amunet's lackey). but what is he paying them to do?? obviously they're always saving the world and shit but what the hell were they doing the rest of the time? just hanging out at the lab, which presumably has no funding because like. the last time they did a big experiment they blew up half the city?? i know a lot of office jobs are kind of nothingy and people claim to be able to do all their work in like 2 hours (god i wish i had that kind of job lmao) but seriously it's kinda insane that barry was like "hey do you guys wanna just. hang out here all day and occasionally make gadgets and patch me up whenever i get my ass kicked and i'll keep paying you your normal salary"
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stepbackattack · 10 months
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awesomecooperlove · 6 months
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🔥 Dr. Peter McCullough Urges Immediate Removal of All COVID Vaccines and to Cut Ties With the WHO
"The COVID-19 vaccines and all of their progeny and future boosters are not safe for human use," attested Dr. McCullough.
"It's my belief that the European Union, the United States, and all major stakeholders should actually completely pull out of the WHO and leave the WHO to its own endeavors — not to have any jurisprudence, any dominion over what we do in healthcare."
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sunnydayaoe · 9 months
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both of them: me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic. [Wuh. Not a ship. Please don't tag as ship! :)]
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wuntrum · 1 month
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v happy over your use of partner in your tags when in reference to your s.o. yes please and ty v much appreciated
love partner a.) because it shows that relationships are truly about the strength of the two (or more if you're poly) of you combined (aw <3) and b.) because it makes us sound like cowboys in the wild west or whatever
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neurodivenport · 10 months
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LAB RATS IMDB'S TOP RATED EPISODES (PER SEASON)
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Meme Prompt 2
Thinkin of feral halfa Jason again. No surprise there.
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todayisafridaynight · 7 months
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seeing info only about the kiryu and majima statuettes but absolute radio silence on the ichi one is utterly sending me. Theyre hiding the fact theyre gonna make ichi pale as a cracker again
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I have been watching Hannibal, and the only way I can take the show seriously is if I pretend that in this universe, complicated, artistic serial killing is so common that the public has become completely apathetic to it the same way we Americans have (unfortunately) become apathetic to mass shootings. Even the first season has a guy making cello strings out of human guts and a killer growing mushrooms out of dying bodies and a weird tower of distorted corpses on a beach, and those are all separate killers, just one-off episodes. Any one of those incidents should have incited a media frenzy, Jack Crawford should be getting invited onto CNN to talk about the serial killing epidemic, Will Graham should be swamped with journalists wanting to write a book about him instead of just one persistent tabloid reporter, there should be true crime tourists flooding into Virginia. Instead, the FBI characters are just like, "Ah, the guy's organs were removed and replaced with flowers and the body was somehow woven into a tree which was moved onto a parking lot without anyone noticing. Yeah, standard Ripper case, nothing new here."
Actually, I can't take this show seriously at all, even though it is clearly well-acted and beautifully shot. No one on the show talks like an actual person, every conversation is an immediate deep dive into philosophy. I just watched a Will Graham sex scene where the half-deer man that he keeps hallucinating shows up. Hey, deer man, wanna join in? I'm still gonna watch the whole thing, though. Will and Hannibal are both ridiculous, overdramatic fuckers and I just want to watch them kind of orbit around each other. Just please don't kill off my precious Kid in the Hall Scott Thompson, show.
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