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Danny as the Ghost King and God of Space who has been alive for far too long and decided to jump into the DC dimension. He’s bored, whimsical, and mischievous. He grabs a piece of cardboard and writes:
Challenge me to a game of your choosing. Loser grants any one (1) wish the winner asks.
And, of course, people roll their eyes at it. They roll their eyes at the clearly homeless young man on the street corner with the weird sign. Some toss him some change every now and then, but no one “challenges” him.
Then, someone does.
Sarah, a street kid with quick hands figured that she’d be able to easily beat the weirdo with the sign. She says, “I bet I can pick more pockets than you.”
She’s been doing this all her life. She knows what she’s doing. And yet, she loses. She doesn’t run, despite the danger she fears she may now be in. She lost, fair and square. So she waits for whatever “wish” the weirdo has.
He says, “I wish for you to take me to the best street food vendor you know.”
And she stares at him like he’s lost it. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never does. She takes him. He buys them both dinner.
Later, at “home,” she goes to bed without being hungry for the first time in weeks and doesn’t think about how she’d been wishing for that very same thing.
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It’s a while after that someone challenges him again.
A street worker, Maxi, with nothing to lose. She jokes with him, says, “I bet I’m a better kisser than you.”
He says, “Let’s find out.”
She wins. He asks, “If you could have anything, what would you wish for?”
At this point, they’re friendly, somewhat close. It’s been a wild night and she has nothing to lose. She’s about to lose her kid to CPS, she lost her day job, she’d just gotten an eviction notice.
She says, “I’d wish for the chance to go back to school without worrying about paying for tuition, rent, whatever. So I can give my kid a better future, y’know?”
He nods, says, “I’ll see what I can do.”
She doesn’t get it, at the time.
A month later, she puts the final box down in her new apartment. She smiles at her kid, who is staring out the window with bright, wide eyes and not shying away at the worry of gunfire. She joins her baby by the window and thinks about how lucky she’s been; she has a good job, a new apartment, she’s going back to school— and she makes eye contact with the person she made a stupid bet with months ago. He waves and tilts his head in a knowing nod. She gasps, smiles, and cries because how could it be possible? But also because who cares how it was done. She’d gotten her and her kid out.
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It’s not something that happens often. People challenge Danny on occasion, some win, some lose. Nothing outrageous.
Then a kid, far too young to be out as late as it was, comes up to him. She’d heard the guy was safe. How DJ won and got a new skateboard and how, despite losing, Sarah’s dad finally got convicted and her mom was steadily getting clean.
Li Chen figures it couldn’t hurt to play. She chooses rock, paper, scissors. She loses and says, “What is your wish?”
The man looks up and Gotham’s smog covered sky, “I wish I could see the stars from here.”
Li Chen agrees. “I don’t think I can do that.”
He smiles at her, something knowing in his eyes, “Maybe not right now, but you will.”
Li Chen doesn’t understand until decades later, looking at the stars under Gotham’s semi-clear skies with her wife, how both their wishes came true.
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if you work retail long enough i think you should be given license to kill
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Danny Needs a Girlfriend Part 3
The burger was gone in three bites. Cass was efficient like that.
Danny, still not entirely sure if he was dreaming or just hallucinating due to ghost-core burnout, watched her from the corner of his eye.
“So, uh… just for my own peace of mind,” he began cautiously, “did Dani bribe you into this? Or threaten you? She's very persuasive when she wants to be. Once convinced Vlad to dress up as a clown for a week. I still have the blackmail footage.”
Cass tilted her head, then gave a small shake. “No threats. No bribes.”
Danny blinked. “Wait… you volunteered to come find me?”
Another small nod.
He stared at her, baffled. “Do you know what dating me would even look like?”
Cass shrugged.
“I’m serious! There’s ghost attacks, and people screaming in Latin, and my room’s a disaster, and I talk to dead people sometimes—like, friendly dead people, but still. I’m basically radioactive Spider-Man with extra trauma and a thermos collection.”
Cass took a moment. Then pointed at herself.
“Trained assassin,” she said softly.
Danny paused. “Touché.”
Cass smiled. The kind that barely tugged at the corners of her lips but felt like a full grin.
Then she said, “Ghosts are honest. More than people.”
Danny’s eyebrows lifted. “That’s… yeah. Actually, yeah.”
They sat in silence for a bit. Not awkward. Just quiet. The kind of quiet Danny didn’t get to enjoy often.
Then Cass turned slightly toward him.
“You saved people,” she said. “Alone.”
Danny shrugged, cheeks turning a little pink. “Had to. No one else was going to. And, well… I died for the first time because of my parents' lab accident, so it kind of felt like—my responsibility? You know?”
She nodded slowly.
“I see you,” she said. “I like what I see.”
Danny blinked, dumbfounded. “Wow. You, uh—don’t mess around, do you?”
Cass just shrugged, like duh.
Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m not saying no. You're… kind of amazing. And gorgeous. And scary in a cool way. Just… I don’t want you to think I’m some tragic half-dead boy project.”
“You’re not,” Cass said instantly. “You’re just… Danny.”
He looked at her for a long moment. Then, softly: “You really do see people, huh?”
Cass didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.
From the rooftop across the street, Dani was lying on her stomach, binoculars in one hand, Fenton phone in the other.
“Tucker, Tucker, he shared his burger. That’s practically ghost proposal level. And she didn’t even flinch when he mentioned the thermos thing!”
“Dani,” Tucker said, voice dry through the phone, “have you considered giving them privacy?”
“I gave him a girlfriend. He’ll forgive me.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I learned from the best.”
Back on the rooftop, Danny and Cass were now sharing ghost stories. Literally.
“She said she’d haunt my locker if I didn’t return her grandma’s locket,” Danny was saying. “So I tried to give it back, but it turned out she wanted me to keep it as a fashion upgrade. I don’t even wear jewelry. Except for this one time when—”
Cass leaned her head on his shoulder mid-sentence.
Danny froze.
Then melted.
“…Okay. Yeah. I’m not gonna fight this.”
He leaned back against her gently, and for the first time in a while, the world felt… quiet.
Peaceful.
Even with Gotham below and ghosts above, something about this moment just fit.
And in the back of his mind, Danny made a mental note:
Step One: Thank Dani. Step Two: Hide every embarrassing baby photo she tries to show Cass. Step Three: Learn how to make better grilled cheese.
He had a feeling he was going to need it.
Operation: Ghost Bat Romance Status: In Progress. Success Probability: 100%. Next Mission: Convince Batman not to kill him.
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STOP THE FUCKING PRESSES
new 3.5 hour Legend of Dragoon analysis vid just dropped

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there are two competing sects on this website - one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "neurodivergent" and one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "sexual content." i do not like either of them
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Ok so, I just remembered how people in the comments of a tiktok video were being assholes, and I want to rant now :3
The video showed two wheelchair users at a train(?), who had just arrived to their stop to find nobody was there with a ramp so they could leave the train. One of them blocked the door so it wouldn't close, and this lasted for 15 minutes. The train was stopped for said 15 minutes. There was a button by the door, that said that it'd contact the driver when pressed. It didn't. People offered to go find the driver, and they came back with the news that there were no people in the platform to put the ramp. In the end, passengers had to go out, and place the ramp themselves, before the train could carry on. The wheelchair users had warned they were coming, and asked to have the ramp put there so they could get down. The platform turned out to have workers, they all just ran away because they'd never encountered the situation in which they needed to do this simple task.
Because of the workers' negligence, the train was forced to stop for 15 minutes.
Everyone's comments?
"Why did they block the doors and stop the train? So selfish" Selfish were workers who refused to do their job.
"What if someone had needed to get to their stop urgently? They shouldn't have stopped the train" It wasn't the disabled people's fault, it was the workers who were negligent.
"Why didn't they just wheel themselves down those steps?" They shouldn't have to risk their (expensive) chairs just because people didn't do what they were paid to do.
"If I had been in that train I would've been pissed, how dare you stop it" And you probably wouldn't have even thought about fixing the problem yourself, would you?
"Entitled assholes" Ok I'll leave you stranded in a train with everyone who could help you get down outright refusing to. Let's see who's an entitled asshole now.
If someone fights for accessibility, as much as it might be a bother for you, you do not have the right to be mad at them. If someone fights for accessibility, it is exclusively the fault of a world catered exclusively for able-bodied people.
So next time you think, "hey the consequences of these disabled people fighting for their rights bother me", instead of blaming them for this, help them solve the issue. This way, next time they will not have to fight at all.
Able bodied people, go out and fight for a fucking accessible world if you're not an asshole.
[ Able-bodied people are encouraged to reblog this post, but try not to derail ]
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Too bad the prophet Cassandra never met Odysseus
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Happy one year anniversary to the most uplifting anime song to grace the internet!
You, too, can be a hero! ✊
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GgwUenaQqlM
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Not everybody wants to be your friend, Swordfish 😬
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STREAMER DANNY 2
Part 1
Danny: Yeah? What do you want to talk about?
Jazz: Well, you know I am working with Red Hood right?
Danny: Yeah?
Jazz: So, he asked me to ask you about something.
Danny: What is it, Jazz? Just tell me.
Jazz: Someone Red Hood knows is a fan of yours and would like to meet you.
Danny: Okay? And?
Jazz: That's it. I just want to know if you want to meet her.
Danny: Hmmm, sure. When?
Jazz: That's up to you. Hood says that she is fine with whenever you are comfortable with.
Danny: Okay, how about tomorrow noon. We could meet at this new cafe down the block.
Jazz: Good. I will tell you if the date is set.
Danny: Date?!!
But before Danny gets an answer, Jazz already rushes out of the door.
*Cafe*
Now Danny isn't really a fan of the idea of blind dates. After all, it is already a nerve wrecking idea for him and he went on a date with his girlfriend. Now with someone he completely doesn't know? Might as well kill him again.
As he enters the cafe, he sits down on a sit near the window. The lighting is good and it is rather silent here. After ordering for himself a mocha, Danny looks out of the window, patiently waiting for his date.
Suddenly, a figure stands besides him and at first he thought it is the waitress when he turns and sees the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen. She has that innocent looking face but also the aura of someone that kick your ass if you mess with her. And truthfully, his Fenton blood starts to flare up when it sense the later.
Danny: Umm, hi? How may I help you?
Cass: Hello. I'm Cass. You are Danny right?
Danny: Err, yes. Are you my date?
Cass: *Blushes* Yes. May I sit here?
Danny: Oh, of course. Sorry for not offering earlier.
Cass: Haha, no worries. Anyway, what do you know about me?
Danny: Hmm, practically nothing. I only know that I am meeting someone today.
Cass: I see. Well, that's good too. I hope we can know each other better soon.
Danny: *Blushes* Yes. Of course.
After that, Danny could say that their date goes on pretty well. Which is something really because he totally expected himself to flop the date but by the end of it, he got her number and even secure himself another date.
As he streams that night, his viewers kept teasing him about how he has that shit eating smile on his face.
*Crime Alley*
Black Bat: *Appears behind Red Hood*
Red Hood: *Startles* For fuck sake didn't I tell you not to do that.
Black Bat: *Hands out 2 ticket for the biggest bookfest in the country* Thank you.
Black Bat: *Disappears*
Red Hood looks at the ticket in his hands a d contemplate on whether he should be mad or happy. In the end he just sweep the thoughts under a rug and just not think about it. He wonders if Jazz would like to go on a date outing with him.
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STREAMER DANNY 2
Part 1
Danny: Yeah? What do you want to talk about?
Jazz: Well, you know I am working with Red Hood right?
Danny: Yeah?
Jazz: So, he asked me to ask you about something.
Danny: What is it, Jazz? Just tell me.
Jazz: Someone Red Hood knows is a fan of yours and would like to meet you.
Danny: Okay? And?
Jazz: That's it. I just want to know if you want to meet her.
Danny: Hmmm, sure. When?
Jazz: That's up to you. Hood says that she is fine with whenever you are comfortable with.
Danny: Okay, how about tomorrow noon. We could meet at this new cafe down the block.
Jazz: Good. I will tell you if the date is set.
Danny: Date?!!
But before Danny gets an answer, Jazz already rushes out of the door.
*Cafe*
Now Danny isn't really a fan of the idea of blind dates. After all, it is already a nerve wrecking idea for him and he went on a date with his girlfriend. Now with someone he completely doesn't know? Might as well kill him again.
As he enters the cafe, he sits down on a sit near the window. The lighting is good and it is rather silent here. After ordering for himself a mocha, Danny looks out of the window, patiently waiting for his date.
Suddenly, a figure stands besides him and at first he thought it is the waitress when he turns and sees the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen. She has that innocent looking face but also the aura of someone that kick your ass if you mess with her. And truthfully, his Fenton blood starts to flare up when it sense the later.
Danny: Umm, hi? How may I help you?
Cass: Hello. I'm Cass. You are Danny right?
Danny: Err, yes. Are you my date?
Cass: *Blushes* Yes. May I sit here?
Danny: Oh, of course. Sorry for not offering earlier.
Cass: Haha, no worries. Anyway, what do you know about me?
Danny: Hmm, practically nothing. I only know that I am meeting someone today.
Cass: I see. Well, that's good too. I hope we can know each other better soon.
Danny: *Blushes* Yes. Of course.
After that, Danny could say that their date goes on pretty well. Which is something really because he totally expected himself to flop the date but by the end of it, he got her number and even secure himself another date.
As he streams that night, his viewers kept teasing him about how he has that shit eating smile on his face.
*Crime Alley*
Black Bat: *Appears behind Red Hood*
Red Hood: *Startles* For fuck sake didn't I tell you not to do that.
Black Bat: *Hands out 2 ticket for the biggest bookfest in the country* Thank you.
Black Bat: *Disappears*
Red Hood looks at the ticket in his hands a d contemplate on whether he should be mad or happy. In the end he just sweep the thoughts under a rug and just not think about it. He wonders if Jazz would like to go on a date outing with him.
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My mom sent this to me and i’m howling
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Do yourself a favor. Sound up. Enjoy.
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