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This is the standard winged nightjar and it has one singular stupidly big feather on each wing... if you even care.

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Danny is dirty.

Y'see, after the G.I.W. stepped up their competence, it wasn't safe for Danny or any ghost to be in Amity, or even the country anymore. Some countries revered their Dead and treasured visits from their last ones, and it wasn't so anymore in the continental United States.

They view the Dead with fear and do the best they can to rid themselves of their dirty history. And, y'know, the dead never rest. And the Dead love to gossip. So, the only real way to hide every bit of blame that could be pressed on them was to get rid of the Dead.

So, Jazz and Mom and Dad packed him a bag with all the essentials they could and took the GAV on the road. Having gotten rid of their portal and any blueprints it could ever be rebuilt from, and without a house to pay endless bills on, it's a lot easier to live on the residuals from their lifetime of work while traveling and trying to rectify the country's view with less biased information.

Danny couldn't go with them, not all the time. The G.I.W. would chase them and, inevitably, catch them one day. The agency could definitely chase him into space, so he couldn't feasibly stay there. So, the opposite direction it was.

On the dark side (hehe), Danny gets to explore the most unexplored caves on Earth. Can't get to it because it's flooded? Danny can. Can't go in because this cave is too hot and full of razor-sharp crystals on every surface? Not a problem for our Danny-boy.

When his supplies start running low, he surfaces and calls his family to meet up. He shares all the pictures he takes, brings samples back, and if he finds the right caves (usually pretty shallow ones) he can see glowing bugs! And if he unfocuses his eyes just right, he can imagine he's looking at the stars again.

Being underground 99% of the time, you can imagine, isn't the most clean he could be. Especially when he pops his head up through the ground for a breath of fresh air and finds a puddle of the most disguising substance he's ever smelled. Fear, y'see, smells like adrenaline and cortisol and sweat. So much sweat. So, to find a puddle of distilled fear? Friggin' gross dude.

Danny might have yelled at the colorfully dressed people standing around the puddle he might, possibly, look like he's spawning out of like a dirty dirty zombie in a video game. At least they were wearing some heavy-duty air filters. They followed safety standards a hell of a lot better than his parents used to.

To heck with this place. Danny would prefer to go back underground now. Fresh air be darned.

At least he was intangible, so he didn't actually get any of that nasty crud on him. That would be incorrigible.

Slipping back into the dark earth, he moves a suitable distance away before popping up again and propping his elbows on a soft pile of grass in... GPS says he's in Kansas now. Far enough away that he got that icky gross smell out of his nose.

Hmm... why shouldn't he tweet about it? They deserve to know their city sucks. Public shame. All the shame.

"Stopped in Gotham for a breath of fresh air. 0/10. Not fresh. Barely air. Puddle of fear in the street? WTheck even is that place?"

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Sperm whale mimics a spinning diver.

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"Genesis", Oil on canvas by Matthew Cornell

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"Why does Batman need to be a billionaire?"

"He has to fund the Justice League. They often have a space program."

"But couldn't he do more good if he just invested-"

"The Earth is routinely invaded by aliens, gods, and the forces of an extraterrestrial god of tyranny."

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so weird how in english some words are really just used in expressions and not otherwise… like has anyone said “havoc” when not using it in the phrase “wreaking havoc”? same goes for “wreaking” actually…

reply with more, i’m fascinated

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Occasionally forget people genuinely think capitalism is thousands of years old

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Wait, beneath the sea floor?

OUGHGH??

OIUOHGHHVOIH!!!!!

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STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!

Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

seizures (severe)

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:

YOU DIE AT 85F

sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.

pt 2

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I hope we can all be mature adults here and agree that the Wow! signal was sent by aliens.

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Somebody had to actually dig the holes in the movie ‘Holes’.

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Women scientists made up 25% of the Pluto fly-by New Horizon team. Make sure you share this, because erasing women’s achievements in science and history is a tradition. Happens every day.

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http://pluto.jhuapl.edu/News-Center/News-Article.php?page=20150712

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the ghost hunting team ever!

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Off the coast of Australia Macroctopus caught the shark, wrapped all its tentacles around it and soon released it. Most likely, he scraped all the parasites off her.

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https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.