#stressful shit

[foldingfittedsheets]

So I just got my brakes done for my car, Hades. My wife’s car needs new brakes and had a sputtering moment the other day. They also have to commute way farther for work than I do, and remembered they were low on gas.

My commute is like. Seven minutes. So I said to take my car and I’d give their car very gentle use for the day.

Which is why it was distressing to get a call from them in the midst of picking blackberries for their birthday cheesecake informing me that my cars tire light popped on. They checked it and found one tire basically flat. It turned out there was a screw in it. Their boss helped them put on my spare and took it to his guy to see if it could be patched- alas, no, it’s too close to the rim.

So now they had all that to deal with. Instead of a drama free car day it was Car Stress Galore.

[gh0str3c0rd3d]

wish me luck on my apprenticeship interview today chat………

[crystal-cliffs]

Every year I feel a little more unstable… but breathing exercises and ineffective coping mechanisms am I right lol

[teaboot]

I totally forgot till just now but one time a new therapist handed me a pad of paper and said "draw me a picture of how you feel" and after spending like five whole minutes of dead silence scribbling a teeny tiny pitch black dot in the middle of the pad that dug a hole straight through like 15 pages I gave it back to see him staring back at me like

[yourgirlinpieces]

i hate that kind of sadness where your chest physically hurts

[liykaii]

never even rubbed my clit as hard and fast as I rub my screen for this fuck ass mini game

[baekuras]

today on my off day: my boss wrote me (politely mind you) during the ONE time i took a nap around 6pm it is now almost 10pm

welP thats for tomorrow then

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

With a little luck they will forget to call me

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”

[rileymorph]

Turnabout Four Swords

based on this

[allthatispeculiar]

[isatohlee]

Everyone deserves the comfort of another

[mosstrades]

Mark Scout, episode three: world-shattering revelations coming to him first in a hesitant trickle and then in a wave that crashes and destroys everything he thought he knew. accepting, no, demanding, a procedure that he had strongly rejected up until that point precisely because of how it threatened his understanding of himself; demanding it no matter the cost, because it might finally free him from the nightmare that has been slowly choking him to death. choosing, violently and abruptly, to re-integrate with the parts of himself he'd long tried to annihilate and alienate from his life. his passively suicidal, grief-stricken stupor finally boiling over, making him come utterly apart for good, and pivoting his story dramatically into uncertainty by asking once and for all the question at the core of it, who are you?, only to leave us with the breathless, expectant desire to find out the answer.

Mark Scout, episode four:

[angelwishess]

@cheerleaderman plot twist— it was mama Leech herself HAHAHA

[inkedberries]

what's up with that mr. little amirite?

[rapidhighway]

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