#i don't normally do this

[ninjastar-ace]

Dear Hollywood,

STOP PUTTING CHRIS PRATT WHERE HE DOSEN'T BELONG!

Sincerely,

someone who wants voice actors to voice act

#I don't normally do this #but I saw a trailer for the new Garfield movie #got excited and then heard Chris Pratts voice... #First the Mario movie and now this...ugggghhhhhh #This is all very light hearted btw I'm not really mad

[slovoricbutbetter]

long soukoku ficlet. angst. no happy ending.

First things first, Chuuya's door is locked with one key turn instead of two. His alarm system didn't go off while he was at work; either it malfunctioned or whoever broke in is excellent at their job.

First thing out of place is his hats, hung up in the wrong order. Second thing is the shoes in his entryway. Clearly cheap and a little beat up- or rather, on closer inspection, dirty- faux leather loafers. Unfamiliar.

Chuuya takes a deep breath, toes off his dress shoes, and stalks further into the house.

In the living room, there's a pyramid tower of empty wine bottles on the coffee table. Pinot Gris, Rieslings, Sauvignon Blancs; generally, Chuuya's least favourites. He's not much for white wine, although Chardonnay would come closest to his usual pick.

The kitchen is largely the same, although some empty cans of tuna make yet another stack- this time, the three cans criss-cross on their sides, such a precarious balancing act it must've taken a while to accomplish. Who in the absolute fuck would do something like this upon breaking into a mafia executive's house? What insane piece of shit?

The only man who might've has left two years ago and hasn't made a fucking noise since.

In the bathroom, someone clearly rummaged through Chuuya's laundry. In the office, there's yet another stack- this time of Chuuya's favourite books, this time puzzled together in an elaborate construction Chuuya carefully dislodges with For the Tainted Sorrows. The guest bedroom has the spare towels arranged in a careful heart on the bed.

Chuuya's bedroom, which wasn't shut when Chuuya left, must have the insane fucking stranger.

Except when he opens it, there's a bandaged man curled up tightly around Chuuya's dirty workout T-shirts shaped into a ball, his walnut hair greasy and tangled, his clothes of a way lighter palette than Chuuya's used to, and his breathing deep and even.

Okay, what the fuck. What the fuck! Okay, no, absolutely not. Chuuya pinches himself.

Ouch.

What in the shit guzzling fuckwad assworld is Dazai fucking Osamu doing in Chuuya's apartment two years after disappearing without a fucking trace! What the fuck! Chuuya should kill him. He's an asshole, he betrayed the mafia, he betrayed Chuuya, he left, he fucking left and he has the nerve-

He only drank Chuuya's least favourite wine. He made an effort to be as unobtrusive as possible, clearly, because Chuuya knows what this man is capable of and all Chuuya's had to deal with was stacks of things and hats out of place. He's cuddling Chuuya's sweat-sodden T-shirts.

He's back, and he's acting like he cares.

Chuuya is still gonna slap him to wake him up, but the murder can wait until after he explains himself.

Storming up to the bed, Chuuya raises his hand- Dazai's brow twitches and smooths out in his sleep, and he shrinks further into Chuuya's sheets, squeezing the ball of Chuuya's T-shirts he's holding to his chest.

Okay, fuck. Fuck, fine.

Heavy, Chuuya drops to sit on the bed. Takes off his gloves, and slow, careful, reaches out, cupping Dazai's face. For once, Dazai's right eye isn't wrapped in bandages. His skin is a little rough to the touch, sickly and hot under Chuuya's fingers. He's a little flushed; how much did he drink? He always had good tolerance, the six bottles of wine on the coffee table wouldn't be enough to give him a fever.

Pushing the pad of his finger against Dazai's blushy cheek, Chuuya rubs circles, firm but gentle. Dazai is a light sleeper, he should wake up to this.

Except he only makes a quiet hum which breaks up in the middle, and nuzzles Chuuya's hand. His breathing is as even as it was before, and his heartbeat is just as slow. Of course, he can control both perfectly, but not when he's this drunk.

Fuck. Damn it, shit. No slapping, Chuuya can't do that. He can't take the instinctive fear he'd see. It's fun hurting Dazai, because Dazai doesn't give a shit, doesn't get scared; right now, he would.

Pushing his hand into Dazai's slightly sticky hair, Chuuya fists his fingers and pulls, lifting Dazai's head off his sheets.

Dazai's brows knit, and he makes the quietest questioning whine. Light, slower than he would normally, Chuuya yanks him from side to side.

Another quiet whine, and Dazai's puffy eyelids crack, revealing a sliver of blood-shot, hickory eyes.

Dazai blinks at Chuuya, expression open and unguarded. So unlike himself. He'll think he was being pathetic, if he even remembers.

"Chuuya..?"

It hurts.

"Yeah, shitface. Chuuya." The words come out a lot less angry than Chuuya intended.

Dazai shifts. Circles his arms around Chuuya. Hides in Chuuya's side.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles.

Chuuya wants to put him through a wall. Hug him back. Strangle him. Kiss him. Hold him. Never let go.

"You're a fucking idiot." He says instead, and scratches through Dazai's greasy curls, "Let's get you a shower and a change of clothes, fish feed. You're staying the night." Because it's nine PM, and since when was Dazai drinking to end up like this? Fuck.

Dazai doesn't protest as Chuuya pulls him to sit up, and guides him off the bed. He's surprisingly steady as Chuuya leads him to the on suite, and doesn't make any innuendos as Chuuya starts unbuttoning his striped dress shirt.

"Chuuya is too nice." He says as Chuuya pushes it off.

"Yeah, the fuck I am. You disappeared for two years and you're still getting special princess treatment." Undoing his belt, Chuuya unbuttons his pants.

"Chuuya deserves a better princess."

But he wants this one. He wants this one. He wants Dazai.

"Chuuya deserves a lot of things. Like for example your cooperation. Step out out of the pants."

Dazai obliges easily.

Chuuya takes a deep breath. "Alright, I know this is awkward as fuck, but I need to take off your boxers and bandages to wash you. D'you wanna do it yourself or should I?"

"I want what Chuuya wants."

Fucking menace. Putting his palms together, Chuuya shuts his eyes and breathes in to the count of six. He breathes out for eight.

"I can take them off." Quieter, Dazai says. Unsure. Not quite in inflection, he just sounds soft, but just the fact he said it-

"I'll do it." And Chuuya does, carefully shifting the elastic of Dazai's boxers down. He doesn't look, and Dazai steps out without needing to be prompted.

Bandages. Dazai's scars. They got into an argument about if scars made people weak, once. Dazai insisted they did.

Dazai didn't win, he deflected onto a different topic and Chuuya let him from sheer frustration. But he didn't lose, either.

Chuuya starts unwrapping from Dazai's neck. There's nothing there; Dazai wears those to prevent his clothes from rubbing against some of his most sensitive skin. Careful, Chuuya makes sure not to even ghost the flushed, a little damp neck he exposes.

Torso, next. This one mostly has scars from enemies, although there are a few burn marks Chuuya could bet were self-inflicted. Lower legs, next. He works up to Dazai's thighs, and tries to ignore the small tremors running through Dazai's whole body, now.

Rising where he crouched, he goes to untuck the bandage on Dazai's left wrist.

A violent shudder breaks through Dazai as he begins unwrapping.

"It's okay, dumbass. It's just me. I've seen you before." Pausing his work, Chuuya meets Dazai's eyes.

Glossy, blood-shot. Almost like he's been crying. Hooded, paired with impassive lips and resting brows. He looks so profoundly sad even if he's not crying. Tired.

"I'm sorry, Chuuya."

"You're fine." Returning to the bandages, Chuuya resists the urge to swallow.

Dazai shudders two more times as Chuuya unwraps him. He apologises afterward both times, too. He's completely naked. Chuuya turns away, walking to the bathtub.

"Go piss or shit or whatever, I won't look."

A moment of silence as Chuuya plugs up the bath and starts the water. Then, wordlessly, Dazai obeys.

Why is he a quiet drunk? Why isn't he explosive and overbearing and disgustingly energetic? Why must he be this- shell, fuck! Why is he so hollow, so profoundly nothing, why is he-

"Chuuya's shaking." From behind him, Dazai says.

Fuck. "Whatever. Get in the bath, you greasy bastard."

With a quiet splash of water, Dazai obeys.

Making sure the water's nice, Chuuya aims the showerhead at him, and cleans off the initial grime. The flush all over Dazai's body almost seems healthy, like this. He's hugging his knees to his chest, and humming softly, flat and emotionless.

Working shampoo into his hair, fuck, Chuuya wishes he could always do this. How many times in their mafia days did he glare at Dazai's split-ends, grimy hair, wishing for nothing more than to dump him in a bath?

Well. It's no longer their mafia days, and Dazai won't stay. Chuuya wishes he could drown him.

"Close your eyes." He warns before washing off the shampoo.

"Chuuya is too nice." Dazai reiterates as soon as Chuuya takes the water away from his head.

"And Dazai is a fucking dumbass. Get out of the bath, I'll dry you off."

Dazai obeys. He follows as Chuuya leads him into the bedroom, and sits when Chuuya pushes him to sit. The only adjustment he makes is, he draws his feet up on the bed, hugging around his knees.

Chuuya has very few oversized clothes, and fewer soft ones. He picks his favourite comfort sweater, ultimately, and holds the sleeve out for Dazai. "Check if this is soft enough."

Robotic, Dazai obeys.

His eyes widen, and he hides his face in his knees. "It's very nice."

"You'll wear it, then. Raise your hands."

"Chuuya's too nice." Obeying, Dazai says as Chuuya pushes the sweater over him.

Chuuya's soul fractures. "You should really learn how to shut the fuck up, you know that? I don't give a shit if I'm too nice. I wanna do this for you, and you'll fucking live with it."

Dazai stares at him. Casts his eyes down. "Chuuya should kill me."

Barking a laugh, Chuuya manhandles him to lay, and pulls the blanket from under him to cover him. "Now that, that would be too nice. You're a fucking bastard and you'll have to deal with yourself, since I've had to for three fucking years."

"I'm sorry."

Chuuya's chest bubbles over a cold flame. "Apologise one more fucking time, Dazai."

"Will you kick me out, then?" Already curled up into a tight little ball, Dazai asks.

"You're drunk, why the fuck would I? No, I'll just slap you."

Silence.

Pushing away from the bed, Chuuya sighs.

"It's hard to think. I wish I could think about Chuuya properly, but I drank too much." Quiet, Dazai says.

"Well stop thinking and sleep, then. If you're out of bed by the time I come back, I'll find where you're hiding and you'll regret existing."

A hum. "Silly Chuuya, I already regret existing."

"Oh, shut your trap, you piece of shit. You know what I meant." Although if Dazai reverts to this when tortured, maybe Chuuya won't enjoy it very much.

"I do."

Silence. Chuuya continues on his way to the bathroom.

"Thank you." Dazai mumbles, and Chuuya's heart catches fire.

"Fuck off." He mutters back.

He takes longer than usual showering. When he comes out, Dazai is already asleep. Dazai didn't leave, though maybe that doesn't mean much of anything, given the fucker's state.

Chuuya spoons him, despite how terrible of an idea that is.

Dazai's still asleep when Chuuya wakes up.

Maybe he won't leave. Maybe he'll stay, maybe he'll be Chuuya's. Maybe Chuuya proved he can be safe, he can be loved.

When he comes back with two plates of breakfast, the bed is empty with only a little note on the edge.

'Thank you. I'm sorry. -Dazai <3' is all the note says.

Compressing it into dust with gravity, Chuuya destroys the training dummies more violently than usual once he gets to work.

Why does he hope?

Either way, he's foolish.

#slovo writes #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #soukoku #bsd anime #bsd #bungou gay dogs #imagine yearning. could never be me tbh #i wish i could feel as much as i felt through chuuya in my everyday life #sad #sad ending #angst #i don't normally do this #drunk #caring #they're so gay and for what #pain

[ashfordlabs]

i feel like uni has just completely sucked the fun out of writing as well as my confidence because i can't read anything i've written without instantly hating it and not thinking it's good enough.

#( b ) speaks. #sorry for a bit of a vent post #i don't normally do this #but i had to get this out #i really just hate it here #worst part is that my dad is the only person who understands why i wanna drop out #everyone else just had reactions that boils down to 'fuck mental health; graduating is more important'

[littlemoondarling]

When you have an epic queer enemies to lover story spanning three books and they you go ship two brothers

#i don't normally do this #but i had to get it off my system #they're not even step siblings or adopted

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

#normally I don't chronicle my dreams here but fucking hell that one was funny #I think this would genuinely make tumblr better tbh #@ staff do this cowards #spy has thoughts #my life is a sitcom and i am my own laugh track #functional website #spy's smash hits #Glock function #edit for everyone in the notes saying 'everyone clapped' #I know I can't prove to you that it happened for real you're just gonna have to trust me on this #but I swear on my goddamn life I'm not making this up #I make so many conscious puns that sometimes my subconscious cooks up a real good one

[spitblaze]

Men and masculinity are not inherently bad or untrustworthy things and I don't mean that in a 'misandry is real and a problem' way, I mean that in a 'I think some of you might have contracted minor radfem poisoning' way

#spitblaze says things #its...not normal or good to look at two gay men living their life and go 'EW GROSS MEN BLEGH DISGUSTING' #being fed up with patriarchal structure and a general 'men' is one thing. i get that shit #disgust and disdain at all who (or DON'T but you think they do) identify as such is uh. worth maybe thinking a lil harder about #doin numbers

[nedlittle]

genuinely i think it's important for adults, especially in the plague times, to play pretend in our day-to-day lives. when i rub my back down with tiger balm so i can sleep without pain, i imagine i am a valiant knight tending to an old injury i received from a dragon. when i go to the store to pick up eggs and milk, i am a lone cowboy riding into town on a mission. when i turn my collar up against the wind i am a femme fatale who's killed 4 husbands and is scoping out a 5th. when i stomp around in the snow i am a doomed polar explorer. if being a little bit silly about my walk to the pharmacy helps me remember that life can be full of joy and whimsy, then so be it.

#this is a pointless text post #my most embarrassing version of this is that whenever it was foggy at the lighthouse i imagined i was emily bronte #or that i was taking a walk in the fog with my good friend emily bronte :^) #so much of this is also tied into the fact that my body hurts all the goddamn time #i am trying to make my pain something i can live with #is this gonna be how i learn that normal people don't daydream about being In The Past #anyway do u guys imagine these sort of scenarios too or am i just a freak #greatest (s)hits

[sandflakedraws]

impromptu nap pile

#trolls #brozone #john dory #clay #bruce #floyd #branch #sandflakedrew #JD with both his visor and a sleep mask was too funny an idea for me to pass up #i cannot. stop drawing trolls hugs. its therapeutic #these bros do be making me use colors i normally don't #namely : green

[inkskinned]

there are a lot of posts out there that are positive and healthy coping mechanisms for handling the holidays. this is not one of them :)

i think there's like. going to be times in your life you will be stuck in a social situation that you cannot escape from gracefully. i do not know why the internet doesn't believe these times exist. it's not always just that your physical safety is at risk - sometimes it's legit like "i just don't currently have the energy or time to put in the effort of responding to this." sometimes it's a coworker you hate so much. sometimes it's just like, fine, you know? like you know you can handle your aunt when she's cheerily horrible, but if you actually set a boundary around her, it's going to be weeks of fallout with your father.

i don't know why people think the answer is always just "cut them out!" or "don't let them get away with that!" because ... the real world is tricky and complicated. i think kind of a lot of us have an internal "radiation poisoning" meter for certain people. like - i'm talking about the ones who are absolutely giving you gradual ick damage. like, you can handle them, but you'll be exhausted.

and yes. you absolutely should listen to your therapist and the good posts about handling others and set good boundaries and take care of yourself. prioritize peace.

HOWEVER :) ...... since im often in a situation with a Gradual Sense of Ick person i cannot just "cut out" of my life (without losing someone else precious to me) - i have sort of developed the most. maladaptive form of mischief possible. because like, if i'm going to have to listen to this shit again, i like to have a little bit of private fun with it.

now! again, i am physically safe, just mentally drained by this man. you should only do this with people you are not in danger with. which leads me to my suggestions for when your Unfortunate Acquaintance shows up and says oh everyone pay attention to me.

my favorite word is "maybe!" said as brightly and happily as possible. whenever the Horrible Person starts in on a topic you do not want to go further with, particularly if they make a claim that you know to be inaccurate, do not respond to it. you and i have both tried to actually argue with this person, and it hasn't gone well, because this person just wants the drama of an argument. however, "maybe!" gives them literally nothing to go on. it is incredibly disarming. they are used to people having some response. they know they can't prove what they're saying, and maybe! treats them like the child they are. it dismisses them in the politest way possible.

i like to say maybe! and then, in their stunned silence, immediately change the subject. this is because i have adhd and i will have something unrelated to talk about, but if you can't think of topics fast enough, i recommend just pointing to something and saying, "isn't that lovely?" because fuck you let's bring in some positivity.

by the way. that second trick - of pointing to something and stating an opinion about it? - that just works on its own, like, 70% of the time. i picked it up from teaching preschoolers. it's an intentional "redirect". it stops children crying and it also stops grown adults from finishing their explanation on why women belong in kitchens. dual wielding!

keep it silly for yourself. i absolutely do not care if people think i'm fucking stupid (it's more fun if they do) and as a result i will purposefully misunderstand things just to see how long it takes them to realize i've completely removed them from the subject at hand. when they say "women aren't funny" i get to be like. "which women." "all women." "all women in america?" "no in the world." "like the mole people? the people in the world?" "what? no. like, alive." "oh are we not counting the mole people?" "what the fuck are you talking about." "you don't believe in the mole people?"

similarly, i play a personal game called "one up me." my Evil Acquaintance literally knows this game exists (my family & friends caught onto it and now also play it) and it always fucking gets him. i don't know why. you have to be willing to be a little free-spirited on this one, though. the trick is that when they make one of those horrible little bigoted or annoying comments they are always making, you need to go one unit weirder. not more intense, mind you - just more weird. "you don't look good in that dress." "yeah, actually, my other dress was covered in squid ink due to a mishap at the soup store." "you shouldn't wear such revealing clothes." "wait, what? oh shit. sorry, your son tears off strips when no one is looking and eats them. i swear it was longer before we left the building."

the point of "one up me" is to completely upend this person's narrative. we both know this person likes setting up situations where you cannot "win" and then they really like telling other people how badly you handled it. in a usual situation, if you respond "please don't say something that rude", you're a bitch. but if you let it happen, you're letting yourself be debased. they are not usually expecting door number three: unflappably odd. because what are they going to say when they're telling everyone how badly you behaved? "she said my son eats her dresses" ".... okay?"

if you can, form an allyship with someone whomst you can tagteam with. where they can pick up on your weird "soup store" story and run with it.

the following phrase is amazing and can be deployed for any situation: "oh, be nice :) it's the holidays!" i do not know why this works as often as it does. i'll say it for the most random shit. i think this is bc most of the time these people know they're being impolite, they just like to fight.

godbless. when in doubt, remember that you could always start stealing their pens.

the whole point of this is - if you can't escape. maybe see how long you can just be. like. a horrible little menace.

#this is objectively bad advice #don't listen to it protect yourself and do real work on yourself find one of the good posts i've made about this #but also. u know. if u want to have fun while u do the work of setting boundaries #.... it IS fun #i will say that my fear of him went SO down after i just started. fucking with him. #bc i used to get SO fucking upset #i'd spend WEEKS arguing with him. tearing my hair out. sick with anxiety and dread and anger about all of it #and now i just LITERALLY do not engage #instead i'm like '' haha :) mole people" and get the HELL out of any tense conversation #i kind of think some of these people are literally addicted to drama as a form of connection #they like the rush they get from arguing #but those arguments are incredibly damaging for me #so like..... i am in the process of literally rehabilitating this person to figure out how to find connection thru #NORMAL CONVERSATION #he doesn't get it yet #i also do talk to them like they're preschool kids lmafo . ''are you using a safe and kind voice right now?'' #'' do you need a snackie? you sound a little upset. let's have some hummus and come back to playtime when we feel ready''

[canisalbus]

✦ Hound mode ✦

#meat! food for the pack! we're eating well tonight! #for context I mentioned earlier that in their setting normal four-legged dogs don't exist #which is a bummer since in canon timeline Vasco likes to hunt and in that era hunting usually involved a lot of hounds #and they just have to do without #own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #art #artists on tumblr #Machete #Vasco #anthro #sighthound #dogs #canine #animals #modern au #comics #typically sighthounds are also known for their high prey drive but I think Machete's reaction time and fitness leave a lot to be desired

[lazylittledragon]

i refuse to believe that boycotting is hard. my favourite thing in the world is ordering maccies after a late night at work/a concert/getting drunk. yes i do miss it sometimes. but the other night i ordered from a small place near my house instead and it was the most orgasmic burger i've ever had in my life. i very rarely say this but fucking suck it up people are DEAD

#ramble #also only 0.29 delivery instead of 3.99 #and chilli cheese bites #i swear to god the best food you'll ever eat while drunk is from the tiny shithole that's open until 4am #if you're refusing to do literally the smallest thing you can do to help then i have questions #it's FOOD. you'll survive #it's not even NECESSARY food #if it was like a chain grocery place and you don't have access to anything else then i would understand #but it's just NOT #make your own coffee for the love of god #when there is NOTHING you can do to stop this fucking tragedy. and let's be honest there isn't a lot normal people can do #and people say to you 'do this insignificant thing just to show that you even CARE' #and you DON'T do that???? what is actually wrong with you #also i've been worried about this since my last post about sbucks but this is Not an attack on the people who WORK at the boycotted places #because it is an absolute privilege to be able to leave your job and immediately find a new one

[chaos-bringer-13]

I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

#DO YOU SEE MY VISION #please #I'm not getting enough sleep #my brain is obsessed with weird stuff #I want Sam who barely looks human because she's one with nature #I want Tucker who looks regal and dangerous in his pharaoh clothes #I want Dan look like he can destruct the Earth with a wave of his hand #I want Dani who is everything there is in the world and you feel it in your bones #I want Jazz who sees your soul and your mind and you know it and there's nowhere to run #I want JL to meet all of them before meeting Danny #I want all of them to admit in their different ways that Danny is the greatest of them #I want JL to be VERY worried about meeting Danny #and then I want Danny to be as normal and friendly as possible #and I want him to treat all those eldritch creatures (his family and friends) as they're regular humans and nothing is weird about them #just hugs and love and praises #because it would cause so much confusion #this is NOT ghost king Danny #unless it is but he doesn't know (and either no one knows or no one told him because it's funnier this way and he's super oblivious) #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #DPxDC #DCxDP #danny phantom #isn't a crossover if you don't want it to be #could be any crossover if you do want it to be

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON! Have some merch

recently received new stock photos for the Terrible Pink T-Shirts i sell on etsy, and i find them so funny for some reason...

look at the smiling attractive people wearing their (also smiling!) attractive fashion wear!

#smiling. leering. same difference #i'm not saying that this is seasonally appropriate attire bc i would never imply this is appropriate attire #but a nonzero number of people have worn them trick-or-treating so... #i don't know why i find these stock photos so funny but i do #look at the hot normie couple casually posing showing off their fun normal t-shirts to consumers #yes this shirt is soooooo wearable to so many occasions #and a great conversation starter! #also it's super soft fabric. which means this shirt is both comfy (for you) AND uncomfy! (for everyone in eyesight) #(your eyesight? the shirt's eyesight? i will leave it to you to decide!) #p.s. there are pins/badges

[denkies]

#this is canon btw (source: revealed to me in a dream) #anyway i think every woman in the series should clown on denji more. as a treat. #chainsaw man #csm #power chainsaw man #denji chainsaw man #denji #lesbian power + bisexual denji solidarity (i don't take constructive criticism nor do i care about denji saying he doesnt like men) #its okay guys he was just in the denial phase of bisexuality. hes normal about it now #aki hayakawa #aki chainsaw man #denji hayakawa #power hayakawa #THIS IS AT 12K WHAT THE FUCK

[batpersik-art]

how are we feeling fronnie nation

#fronnie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf ruin #ruin dlc #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #freddy fazbear #bonnie #ruin spoilers #guys. guys. #fronnie literally introduced me to the concept of shipping in like 2015 #AND NOW IT'S CANON?????HELLO????? #LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN GAY PEOPLE ARE REAL #AND ALSO??? RUIN ITSELF WAS SO GOOD I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT #I'M SO INSANE RIGHT NOW YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND #thank you steel wool i will never be normal again #my art

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DP x DC Prompt: The Watchlist

Batman has a watchlist. A list that contains every individual who could become a rouge and a contingency plan for if they did.  

And while they, his children, often make fun of his paranoia and him for having it, they totally understand why he did. They lived in Gotham, for Christ's sake. Where everyone’s just a pin drop away from being the city’s next big villain, forcing the bats to scratch their heads while playing cat and mouse with a sicko for a good few weeks. And while they won’t admit it, the list has helped them a few times. 

But that won’t stop them from making fun of any of the list’s new developments. Because you see, there was a new list. And it wasn’t just a watchlist. No, no, no. It was The Watchlist.

It was a new development after he and Robin went on an out-of-state mission to investigate some town in bum fuck nowhere Illinois. And it was under some pretty tight security as well, so they were expecting something good, like mad scientists or evil mayors. Not profiles of the kids who lived in the town. And while there were a few metas and vigilantes that made the list interesting, by the end of it all they just seemed to be teenagers. 

Until they saw Damian. They hadn’t seen him since he came back from the mission with B. He looked tired. Like ‘Tim hasn’t slept in a week and is surviving on just coffee beans’ tired.

“Ah, I see you all have found it. Good. A few of them will be arriving next week as they’re a part of Gotham Academy’s student exchange program. At least three of them will be staying in the manor with us. Father will need you all to be on standby and to be ready for any possible scenario. Please, for the love of all that is good, do not encourage them in any way, shape, or form. And please do not dismiss them either. The outcome of doing that will be much worse. Is there more that I should add? Yes. Will I? No, because you won’t understand. Not until you've seen what I have.” 

The demon child sighed, then looked them dead in the eyes. “Godspeed to us all.” Then walked away.

Okay, they were scared now.

#dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dp x dc prompt #dp dc crossover #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #Batman and Robin went to Amity Park to investigate two mad scientists who were dealing with Lazuars waters #and instead #witness teenagers dealing with The Horrors (tm) like it was an everyday thing #because for them it is #Bruce KNOWS that the moment any of these kids crack its the end of the world as they know it #i like to think that all the kids are liminals and have powers but some aren't out about it as others #Danny knows that there's an outside entity in Amity but they don't seem hostile #protective even #so he leaves them be #i'm honestly not too sure what the profiles would look like #but i do know that they would look pretty normal until you either read into them too much #or was there to witness the shit he has witness #he's scared of those kids #but also want to protect/save them #cause the GIW still exist #and while not bad parents Fentons they aren't really good either #none of the parents are tbh