#jazz realizes this as well

[the-random-phan]

Ectoberhaunt Day 20- Fight

#this one turned out kind oof #but oh well its done ^u^ #i like how jazz looks... the parents? not so much #:/ #danny phantom #dp #ectober #ectoberhaunt22 #day 20 #fight #EH order #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #also realizing just now I forgot to go back in and add details to the thermos but we ain't talking abt that shhhhh #my art

[xcziel]

every time i see that perfect man performance (yes it came up on my dash again) i think about what jimin did there

like i'm new i don't really know how many performances they had cut for timing or other excuses back in the day but i've heard about the music shows being especially bad to bts bc big hit lacked money and influence

and this clip i've seen of the previous performance very clearly running over time and jimin just ... deciding to step out on stage (with the others hurrying after him) so the show can't just decide to cancel their performance before they even start ...

like namjoon wasn't there to take care of them so he just stepped up

and then i just now (i'm slow sometimes ok) realized that the jacket removal wasn't just for effect or him getting ready to go hard in the choreo -

it was meant to ensure not only that they wouldn't cut his solo lines but ALSO they couldn't cut out part of the performance for time: it would be too obvious because of jimin clearly not wearing the jacket in the latter part of the song. people would wonder where it went etc

so not only did he not let the network get away with cutting their performance, plus prevented it being sliced and spliced to make up time, but he created a huge viral moment that benefitted both the network show AND bts

like what kind of five-dimensional thinking ...

#the park jimin effect is a real thing #i kept thinking on why he seemed kind of pissed off when he was so jazzed rehearsing in the hallways #and then i was watching more stuff about their debut and the network/big three fuckery #and realized that must have some kind of lasting mental and emotional fallout for the guys #but i'm just in awe of his solution: like no tantrum no complaining but no easy acceptance either #just make it so they CAN'T overlook or dismiss you and then do so well that it looks like you doing *them* a favor #this man can smile and look you in the eye and stick exactly to your terms and still cut you off at the knees #and that is insanely impressive and hot #maybe i am a leeettle biased after watching the bangtan bomb of them stuck practicing out in the hallway #Youtube

[majjiktricks]

thinking about how my young not-yet-realized-queer ass looked at the iron man movies, tony and pepper's relationship, and went "they share a bed. they have each other on speed dial. they are constantly worried for each other's wellbeing. these are two best friends."

i said as much to my mom and she looked at me like i had two heads. my MOM had to tell me thats what a romantic relationship looks like. because to me? thats just shit you'd do with your best friend idk man.

#realizing im some form of aro years later like 👁️👁️ #ive always found romantic subplots to be irritating and unnecessary unless theyre done really well. which they usually arent. #anyway. been thinking a lot about aros tonight since i saw that poll #jazz noises

[lacystar]

YOU'RE A CAD BY THE BIRD AND THE BEE C!TNT DUO 🗣🗣

HELLOOOOOOO CAN YOU HEAR ME HELLOOOO more in tags

#all the lives you've had all the hearts you eat #THE FUCKINGGGG OUGH OKAY HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME #q @ will obviously at his apology (this is for the tnt duo finale that q didn't show up to) #the refusal to be tricked and betrayed again BUT BUT BUT #ALL THE HEARTS YOU EAT *TEARS OUT MY HAIR* #I SHOULD BE BETTER BUT IM WORSE ITS THE REALIZATION YOURE NO BETTER THAN HIM THAT THE ONE YOU ADMIRED WAS NOT GOOD AND NOW YOURE NOT EITHER #WSCREAMIGNG #also LOVE LOVE LOVE jazz/electro swing type songs for LN!era q and this fits so well #sorry #no im not #mcyt #dream smp #tnt duo #Wilbur soot #quackity #Spotify

[curiosity-killed]

"Stand," he said flatly.

Valyn eyed him for a moment, perhaps wondering what trick there was in the command. There was none to find; Callebero could not bear to have this conversation with Valyn kneeling in the pose of a prisoner. He had never had much patience for such posturing, and doing so with this opponent in particular was unthinkable.

While Valyn rose stiffly to his feet, Callebero walked a stride past him and let his gaze slide out to the silver-white horizon. The shadow had passed from the sun, leaving a brilliant, perfect spring day to shine on all the spilled blood.

"Tell me you were coerced," Callebero said, clear enough for Valyn to hear but no louder. "Tell me you were ignorant or misled."

He did not, could not, turn to face Valyn in the silence that followed. He closed his eyes.

"Lie if you must," he said.

"We grew as brothers together, did we not?" Valyn said at last. "You have always offered me your true heart. It would be a betrayal to not offer you the same."

Callebero opened his eyes, a hollow ache carving through his chest. It wasn't as if he hadn't known. He had just—hoped. Still. For no cause.

finally caught up with feb writing goals and guess who finally gets to write valyn getting mckniiiiiifed

#RIP callebero once more #i am once more SO jazzed about this story and just constantly lowkey vibrating about it #i WANT to talk abt it so much but brain still smashed bananas #so have resorted to (gasp) just writing it i guess #my writing #story: tcp #i do think the hardest thing for me about tcp in particular is that i care so much!! about it #which makes it very precious and hard to share #but oh well #i will continue to endeavor to write it primarily for myself #and then if anyone DOES like it it is just. a treat. #<- me chanting this to myself until i actually believe it rlly and truly #i realize tomorrow's wip wednesday but i wrote 3k today so #i get to share a lil bit #ch: callebero #ch: valyn

[plum-drops]

back in May everyone on twitter was drawing their OCs for a Cartoon Network color palette challenge, so i HAD to join in with Shiney!

#shiney opelhyde #dnd #dnd oc #dnd dwarf #I LOVE HER AND I WAS SO JAZZED WHEN I REALIZED THE COLOR PALETTE WOULD WORK RLY WELL WITH HER DESIGN AAAAAAA #my art #skullbuddies

[waugh-bao]

*

#I’m such a bad person #so most days I use the gym at my university #rather than the one in my apartment building #because it’s bigger and better equipped #depending upon the time of day you go #the clientele can skew pretty elderly #(which is great. people of all ages should totally feel comfortable working out) #I think it’s mostly retired professors and that sort of thing #picture a lot of older/old men strolling on a treadmill in chinos and a sweater and you’ve got the picture #anyway #the way the treadmills are positioned #you can see pretty easily what the person next to you is watching #if they have their phone on the holder #well today when I was running the guy walking on the treadmill next to me (probably in his 70s) kept staring at me #I couldn’t figure out why #and then I realized he was glancing between my phone and me #(I’m in my early 20s and look like a first year undergrad) #because I was watching an old Dave Brubeck performance #I don’t think he was trying to be judgmental or anything he was just confused #but I’m used to getting confused looks at jazz clubs and baroque concerts and stuff #(I once had a man tell me at a Gilad Atmoz show in London. ‘I would have invited you to sit with me b/c you were all alone. but I thought #you were probably waiting for your dad or your boyfriend.’) #so I decided to mess with him a little #and started going backwards in time/obscurity with what I was watching/listening to #until I had 3 miles and was ready to get off and I was watching Baby Dodds drumming in the 1920s #the guy looked like his eyes were going to fall out of his head #gonna say the life lesson here is that I shouldn’t be allowed around the public in any capacity #not the stones #me stuff

[bandzboy]

i don't talk about this but the time i was bullied in middle school was simply bc i wanted to be a singer... these assholes in my class made fun of it every day since i told everyone in my english class that's what i wanted to do and then... i did post videos on yt and they found it and would constantly mock me for it and it was very bad to say the least bc i almost gave up on it but around that time i started to take singing classes and it has been a few years and i'm just glad i didn't listen to any of that bs and i didn't give up bc i probably wouldn't be where i am today if i didn't follow my dreams !

#this is truly the shorter version of the story #kinda tmi too well.... djghjd #but truly i am thriving now and i went through a hard time during that period of my life #and i didn't really tell anyone abt it until my parents found out #and that's when i realized i had to do something for myself #but anyways it's all good now i'm 22 and i'm fine #have 7 years of singing and was a previous jazz student will now be a producer #i might say i'm doing pretty well so no worries :] #tris.txt

[aibari]

love having an acquaintance share a post by an “““ex-gay”““ lady about how she has found god’s light and he’s told her personally that marriage is between a man and a woman so she will do that instead because “feelings don’t determine truth”, despite every sentence of her impassioned plea being uh. not provable

idk it’s fascinating for me as a queer ex-christian! there were many reasons for me dropping out of that whole song and dance, but one of the primary reasons for me is the fact that if every christian has their own ideas about what “god told them” is correct, and if these ideas can conflict with each other, there is no actual way for us to know what is correct. if there is a god, there’s too much wet meat and matter in the way for you to ever know, and then what are the ten commandments but a story that has been so washed of context that only the ghosts of their stone tablet bones are left!

and then why should i believe there is a god and that god made me look at women to test me, that there is a god and that god would send me to hell for loving a woman like i love my boyfriend when men like trump are held up and go unpunished, apparently in this life and the next? when the westboro baptist church picket funerals and call it righteous? when part of my family stopped speaking to my aunt after she had a child out of wedlock, when one of them smuggled a silver spoon to that child for the christening, secretly, because if the family patriarch found out, she would be excommunicated, too?

why should i believe that god wants you to pack yourself into a cookie-cutter tradwife fulltime home-with-the-kids-and-the-void mlm lifestyle, to find a man you can Respect and Obey like he’s god (is this not idolatry?), to lock your feelings up behind your teeth until they curdle and rot, to rot your self until all that is left is pure and bright and shining, like orthorexia of the soul, like beating the bounds until there’s nothing but scorched earth left? why should i believe that god would make your children (whom you would never abort) but then it is not right to legislate laws that would see them cared for? why should i believe that god wants you to throw your children out for the sin of loving people when teenagers who rape and murder do not get dealt the same hand?

fuck that, right? if there is a god and god loves me, then god made me this way. if there is a god and god made me this way, and then would send me to hell for being the way god made me, then that is not love. (now to the right is your tangent about eldritch love and the impossibility of understanding) if god would send me to hell for the way i wanted, once, to push a girl’s hair behind her ear as the sun hit her sideways, to watch a girl play guitar and sing the beatles in a way that made my heart shoot leaves and soft, green tendrils, to hold a girl close and wipe her tears away when she was crying - well.

that’s no god of mine.

#christianity cw #i can generate my guilt and anxiety on my own thanks!! #caveat: hashtag notallchristians #ANYWAY i just find it so sad! i'm sad for them because it sounds fucking miserable! #every insta post is just a thick veneer of THIS IS THE BEST WAY :) but you can just hear the despair-that-can't-be-realized #sorry! not all christians are like this but if you have to constantly and loudly reseal the cracks of the enclosure you built #maybe it's not for you? #i don't mean this as an ALL CHRISTIANS ARE LIKE THIS thing i think plenty of christians are you know #uhh #thriving #well-adjusted #plenty in my family lol #and then of course on the other hand this brand of christian would think i'm going to hell and working with satan or whatever the hell #and i think i'll probably just become dirt! insects are gonna jazz on my bones! #if there's a hell and i go there just for this #then well! that's no god of mine! #but even with the guarantee of eternal torment i'd hope i would still act with as much care and compassion as i could in this life #you do the job that's in front of you #anyway sorry about all of this dfgsfgs i guess there was more to process than i thought #it's the severely depressed christian grandma (not the extracommunicating one! technically!) + severely repressed queer teen combo!

[elendsessor]

thinking about dead space 2 again

it’s solid enough on its own to never get remade but god if it did get the same treatment dead space 1 got i would be so happy

#both 1 and 2 are equally fantastic for different reasons #but 2 always hit different #seeing the outbreak happen was terrifying and some of the lil secrets were too #the fucking eye scene and titan elementary were what got me the most though #there’s something about innocent kids suffering in any form of media that H U R T S #yeah that’s the point yet 2 did that realization of how horrific the necromorph outbreak so well #seeing a bloodied school too my entire senior year experience was me terrified of something happening #worse is that it’s a really sad reality at least in the usa which is why it hits home for me #my school was hit with a lot of threats from a lot of sources during my last year so. that fear is particularly bad when you’re there. #i could go on forever just how ahead of its time dead space 1 and 2 were in the background themes #and how well it displays how bad living in space could be for people n all that jazz #i also can’t deal with eye horror that’s why the eye scene made me want to vomit nothing was as bad as that #just a side note

[jadenvargen]

free online james baldwin stories, essays, videos, and other resources

**edit

James baldwin online archive with his articles and photo archives.

---NOVELS---

Giovanni's room"When David meets the sensual Giovanni in a bohemian bar, he is swept into a passionate love affair. But his girlfriend's return to Paris destroys everything. Unable to admit to the truth, David pretends the liaison never happened - while Giovanni's life descends into tragedy. This book introduces love's fascinating possibilities and extremities."

Go Tell It On The Mountain"(...)Baldwin's first major work, a semi-autobiographical novel that has established itself as an American classic. With lyrical precision, psychological directness, resonating symbolic power, and a rage that is at once unrelenting and compassionate, Baldwin chronicles a fourteen-year-old boy's discovery of the terms of his identity as the stepson of the minister of a storefront Pentecostal church in Harlem one Saturday in March of 1935. Baldwin's rendering of his protagonist's spiritual, sexual, and moral struggle of self-invention opened new possibilities in the American language and in the way Americans understand themselves."

+bonus: film adaptation on youtube. (if you’re a giancarlo esposito fan, you’ll be delighted to see him in an early preacher role)

Another Country and Going to Meet the Man Another country: "James Baldwin's masterly story of desire, hatred and violence opens with the unforgettable character of Rufus Scott, a scavenging Harlem jazz musician adrift in New York. Self-destructive, bad and brilliant, he draws us into a Bohemian underworld pulsing with heat, music and sex, where desperate and dangerous characters betray, love and test each other to the limit." Going to meet the Man: " collection of eight short stories by American writer James Baldwin. The book, dedicated "for Beauford Delaney", covers many topics related to anti-Black racism in American society, as well as African-American–Jewish relations, childhood, the creative process, criminal justice, drug addiction, family relationships, jazz, lynching, sexuality, and white supremacy."

Just Above My Head"Here, in a monumental saga of love and rage, Baldwin goes back to Harlem, to the church of his groundbreaking novel Go Tell It on the Mountain, to the homosexual passion of Giovanni's Room, and to the political fire that enflames his nonfiction work. Here, too, the story of gospel singer Arthur Hall and his family becomes both a journey into another country of the soul and senses--and a living contemporary history of black struggle in this land."

If Beale Street Could Talk"Told through the eyes of Tish, a nineteen-year-old girl, in love with Fonny, a young sculptor who is the father of her child, Baldwin's story mixes the sweet and the sad. Tish and Fonny have pledged to get married, but Fonny is falsely accused of a terrible crime and imprisoned. Their families set out to clear his name, and as they face an uncertain future, the young lovers experience a kaleidoscope of emotions-affection, despair, and hope. In a love story that evokes the blues, where passion and sadness are inevitably intertwined, Baldwin has created two characters so alive and profoundly realized that they are unforgettably ingrained in the American psyche."

also has a film adaptation by moonlight's barry jenkins

Tell Me How Long the Train's been gone At the height of his theatrical career, the actor Leo Proudhammer is nearly felled by a heart attack. As he hovers between life and death, Baldwin shows the choices that have made him enviably famous and terrifyingly vulnerable. For between Leo's childhood on the streets of Harlem and his arrival into the intoxicating world of the theater lies a wilderness of desire and loss, shame and rage. An adored older brother vanishes into prison. There are love affairs with a white woman and a younger black man, each of whom will make irresistible claims on Leo's loyalty. 

---ESSAYS---

Baldwin essay collection. Including most famously: notes of a native son, nobody knows my name, the fire next time, no name in the street, the devil finds work- baldwin on film

--DOCUMENTARIES--

Take this hammer, a tour of san Francisco.

Meeting the man

--DEBATES:--

Debate with Malcolm x, 1963 ( on integration, the nation of islam, and other topics. )

Debate with William Buckley, 1965. ( historic debate in america. )

Heavily moderated debate with Malcolm x, Charles Eric Lincoln, and Samuel Schyle 1961. (Primarily Malcolm X's debate on behalf of the nation of islam, with Baldwin giving occassional inputs.)

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apart from themes obvious in the book's descriptions, a general heads up for themes of incest and sexual assault throughout his works.

#james baldwin #motivated by i think people here think it's harder to find resources and read than it actually is. so much stuff online! #motivation nr 2 wtf

[r3ynah]

One of the good things you can learn about the Fenton family, is that they liked and respected each other's privacy, they don't pry or engage to other family members business, unless it's something dangerous and life threatening.

But sometimes that is also the main reason, why they are so out of touch within family matters, and why the six of them are currently standing infront of each other in one of the hallways of the watchtower, flabbergasted and confused while pointing at each other.

Maddie, The scientist: Jack dear, were you aware of our kids working here?

Jack, The engineer: Nope, But I'm know realizing why they needed our signatures!

Jazz, The therapist: I'm not paid enough for this.

Danny, The hero: Ancients, Wraith you became a Sidekick?

Dani, The sidekick: I got kidnapped by Wonder woman, while travelling who am I to reject her?

Dan, The villain: Well there's goes my plan on destroying the watchtower

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #dpdc

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny’s Wayne adoption bait. The guy that owns the bodega knows it. Everyone and their mothers knows it. Danny, on the other hand, had no clue. To be fair, he had just crash landed in this dimension a week ago and his back was still sore from the weird design the car had.

(It’s only three weeks of homelessness later does Danny realize that he crash landed on the Batmobile. Whoops. Oh well. He’ll blame it on Clockwork if the vigilante asks after repair costs.)

(Bruce, on the other hand, is scouring the streets for this kid the car cams caught- oddly static filled footage- because his mind jumped to the worst case scenarios: a suicidal meta or a meta being threatened or a meta in a trafficking scheme or even worse all three at once and Bruce just can’t because there is a child in danger, he doesn’t have time to sleep.)

Danny rubbed at his back, eyes going watery at the memory. Sure, his wounds have healed over by now but the- heh- phantom pain is no joke. He shuddered, huddling closer to his threadbare hoodie. His only saving grace from getting jumped while walking the streets of Gotham at night is his invisibility and intangibility. Also, he’s floating, so “walking” doesn’t apply to him.

He’s gotta check on the kid he saved yesterday from a mugging, so Danny hurried along to the depilated apartment complex the kid was squatting in. Turning visible and tangible as he turns the corner, Danny glanced around for Amy.

“Danny!”

“Hey, kiddo. Doing alright?”

“Yeah! Come meet my gang!”

Danny felt his eyebrows rise to form Jazz’s exasperated look. Ouch. Waving the pain of losing Jazz away, Danny smiled at the excited girl.

“A gang? I wasn’t aware I was being brought to your almighty group.”

“Yeah! Uh, you actually helped a bunch of us so…”

Danny thought back to all those times he punted crooks away from robbing kids and shrugged. Yeah, what Amy said was likely.

“Kay, kiddo.”

She scowled, and Danny didn’t have the heart to tell her it looked more like a pout.

“You’re just a teenager.”

“Well, you’re a just a kid.”

Danny cackled as she chased him down the street, trying to kick his shins.

Life is good, even if he’s homeless and hungry.

——

“Jason.”

“Old man.” Jason mocks back, pausing his tasks. He waits as Bruce struggles to put his thoughts and feelings into words.

“There’s… a meta.”

“In Gotham?” Jason tilts back, hands halfway to his guns as a silent offer. Bruce shakes his head.

“A child. In Crime Alley.”

“In my turf?” Jason’s disquieting demeanor quickly swapped to a protective one.

“Trafficking, I think. Male, black hair…”

“Shit. Get Dickwing back here, he’s good with traumatized kids. I’ll go look for him.” Jason’s already moving, mind filtering through the kids he knows might have information to offer.

Bruce nods, shoulders relaxing. Jason smacks down the lump in his throat at the subtle sing of trust. “I’ll get Oracle and Red Robin on it.”

Jason morphs from Jay to Red Hood in one smooth step, helmet firmly placed on his head. He grunts in agreement, slinging his legs over his motorcycle. He roars off, mind half filled with tearing apart whatever traffickers dared to shit near his territory and the other half filled with worry for this possible kid.

——

Danny, as the Bats become aware of his existence, hands Amy and her kiddie gang a bag of fancy beef jerky.

“Try these with peanut butter, it’s kind of good.”

Amy stares at him, the judgement of an eight year old more piercing than anything he’s ever experienced.

“You’re fucking weird-”

“Language!” He squawks.

“-but sure, whatever you say, boss.”

“Boss?!”

The kids ignores his alarmed face.

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #bruce wayne #Danny had minions #Danny saved a bunch of kids from two face and now they’ve imprinted on him #like ducklings #Danny: I’ll have a nice vacation #also Danny: fights a villain and saves like a dozen kids #Danny: unionizes the kiddie gangs via peanut butter and beef jerky #Batman: there is a child #red hood: that needs our help! #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #Danny dents the Batmobile and leaves an IOU #but doesn’t leave the owner a way to contact him

[critterbitter]

The twins and their starters may have grown slightly taller, but their love of shenanigans have tripled, no, quadrupled in size.

On that note did you know Eelectrik has a glow animation?? Perfect nightlight eel. Absolute gold standard for creature. Click here for the masterlist!

Bonus shitpost under cut ft @birdsaretoddlers’s incredible take.

(plus a fanfic drabble that birds did while we were discussing in chat! Check out their funny writing @birdsaretoddlers) “Lam lam pentttt. Lam.”

“Language. I am not calling them that. This is a civil discussion about the capacity of a 284 Berkshire’s firebox, not a playground argument.”

“Lammm Pent.”

“If you possess my phone I will have to put you in time-out in your ball, and neither of us will like that.”

The argument over a literal online flame war was cut short by the door flying open, one of the hinges breaking off with the force and flying somewhere into the aether, never to be seen again. Or at least, not without a strong magnet.

Emmet stood there, proudly, holding his newly-evolved Eelektrik, his grin a mile wide. Ingo picked his heart up out of his femoral artery, where it had lodged itself, and gently removed Lampent from where she hid, hanging over his shoulder. Emmet stood there, eyes twinkling, clearly ready to perform the coveted Bit. Ingo opened his mouth, got halfway through a word, and his twin took the proffered delight of cutting him off.

“I am Emmet and I discovered something INCREDIBLE. INGO LOOK.”

Ingo looked, because what else was he going to do? He would allow his twin to complete his circus act, it was only proper and polite. Eelektrik trilled with delight. Emmet twirled like the best of Nimbasan runway models, clearly wrestling his eel, cooing platitudes to it as he writhed and squirmed to get it into position.

“Me beautiful slimy baby, my beloved pool noodle, my beeesstt conductor!~” Doing something that could generously be called ‘dislocating his shoulders’, Emmet managed to get his eel flipped up and around his neck. He flopped forwards, bonelessly, tipping his hat and giggling madly. He was grinning harder than normal. Ingo was a little scared.

“But now, Eelektrik can do MORE. OBSERVE.”

He threw his shoulders back, standing up as tall as he could, somehow not throwing himself ass-first onto the floor as the fifty pounds of eel he was currently deadlifting remained stationary over his neck. Emmet’s arms flew upwards and out, rocking back and forth in jazz hands. Eelektrik frilled its fans, made another happy little buzz and-

"Eelektrik boa."

“DRAGONS ALMIGHTY. THE EEL GLOWS.”

There it was, clear as day. Eelektrik flashed it’s spots in natural bioluminescence, blinking like a neon sign. Bright beautiful yellow and clearly charged, Emmet’s hair stood on end, pushing his hat an inch off his head. They blinked in a rhythmic, pulsing manner. It was almost hypnotizing to watch, in a way. Ingo snapped back to reality, realizing his mouth had dropped open and Lampent had ceased questing for his Pokedex. Recognizing Emmet was looking for a response, he threw his arm out in a thumbs-up so fast his arm hurt, snapping his suspender against his neck.

“Brrravo! Ten out of ten! Majestic eel scarf!” He praised, Emmet’s expression only growing further full of himself and his achievement, which was well deserved. Lampent echoed the sentiment, flashing back at Eelektrik in response.

Now that both Pokemon could glow, they’d never have a problem in the caves again!

#art #pokemon #sketchbook #myart #submas #fanart #pokemon ingo #subway boss ingo #submas comic #pokemon emmet #subway master kudari #subway boss emmet #subway master ingo #subway master emmet #subway bosses #eelektrik #eelektross #lampent #THE EEL GLOWS #I REPEAT THE EEL GLOWS THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[hello-eden]

DpxDC idea

 The Fenton's work for the League of Assassins and that means Danny and Damien meet when they are younger.  Damien accompanies his mom to the Fenton's to go over some of their work and he meets Danny and Jazz. They get along quite well despite the fact that it's a baby assassin and two kids who were raised in a small town. 

Danny and Jazz think that they are a sub branch of the government that their parents are working for, not assassins. Danny and Damien are encouraged to keep in contact because of networking and connections reasons. It's not until Jazz goes to college in Gotham and Danny comes to visit her and starts hanging out with Damien that the entire family realizes Damien has had a friend the entire time that he is just never talked about. It gets even funnier when Damien mentions that technically Danny is a civilian and they start to wonder  why the  hell they were even allowed to stay in contact.  I think it's funnier if Damien never mentions  how they met so the family is just in constant confusion of how they even know each other. if Jasmine Mentions that younger Damian was such a sweetheart and they get Whiplash when he is very nice to Jazz. I think that younger Damien was still mean, Jazz just doesn't like that they're calling Damien a demon or something like that. 

I also Imagine that when it's revealed to Danny and Jazz through means that their parents work for the League of Assassins they just think back and go it makes sense. Which just confuses the entire bat family. I think that it takes about a year or two years for Danny and Jazz to even mention the ghost Zone or the ghost research because the family was so focused on that they worked for the League of Assassins and then that they were civilians that they just don't think she'll look any deeper than the fact that they're not villains. 

#dp x dc #dpxdc #batman #tim drake #jason todd #batfam #red hood #batfamily #damian wayne #first post

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU: What’s an adoption paper or two between bros?

Danny is starting to realize that since Jazz left the house for university, his parents aren’t really good at well, being his parents. They’re obsessed with his alter ego to the point that they ignore his normal ego, and that uh, hurts his feelings. Like, a lot. Meal times have gotten weirder and more inconsistent, and he’s starting to wonder if they suspect what’s really going on with him.

They’ve started to say “You know you can tell us anything” these days when he sees them outside their lab (which isn’t frequent) but the normal amount of ghost hate speech hasn’t changed. If anything it’s gotten worse. Just like everything else.

Danny joined the whole-ass justice league to fill his spare time after high school and his parents are literally none the wiser. Like, he's a part time high-school senior at 17 and a full time international hero. His parents only comment on the fact that the menace Phantom is costing them a lot in airline tickets as they try and apprehend him all over the world. Hell, they caught Ellie for a second when he was in Morrocco and it got ugly fast. She's a junior member now but mostly spends her time with some doofus that has a magic traveling house.

And really, he's fine with his schedule of going to school, going ghost and making a difference, and then returning to a dramatically silent house. Really.

Then one day his new friend and co-team lead Red Robin makes a brief mention about his own childhood of neglect and Danny makes a joke, "What, no adoption papers for the homies?"

He laughs as he says it but something in his leader's eyes looks sharp, and Kon is sighing in the background something that sounds suspiciously like dear Rao you've done it now.

Next time Danny is on the Watchtower, he's brought into a meeting with Red Robin, Batman and various other JL team leaders.

"Adoption papers are very much for the homies. I've also included the option of emancipation, as you'll see in the green folder, but I am one hundred percent serious about adopting you."

"Red, you're like, 3 months younger than me." Danny deadpans.

"Adoption is for the homies and I'm emancipated. And If i'm reading Batman correctly, you're facing three outcomes right now."

"Three?"

"One: I adopt you and you become my legal dependent. Two: Batman adopts you and I become your legal brother. or Three: You emancipate yourself while allowing us to provide for you while your housing situation is sorted out."

"... Uh. Door one?" Danny is having too many feelings. Why does batman look disappointed? What is Jazz going to say? What on earth???

"Welcome to the Drake Family." Red shakes his hand up and down, the grin on his face feral and the plan towards being emancipated from the Fentons and adopted by his boss is a weird one.

But eventually, a few weeks later, he's had a pretty delicious dinner by his new adoptive grandfather-tler and is watching a movie with Tim and Kon on the couch and he's just so happy and comfortable and warm...

"Will this make Kon my dad if you two get married?" Danny laughs and it's the closest he gets to being disowned.

#Jazz dating Jason seriously in the background and looking at her bf like 'wait why is my brother now your nephew??' and jason has to explain #his family is just like that #tim adopts danny au #adoption is for the homies #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc crossover #dp crossover #long post #dc x dp fic