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IVE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR TO POST THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

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you can only reblog this today

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

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They’re going to see SpongeBob the movie (and buying only one ticket!) 🧥

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Someone: how have you been doing?

Me, hanging on by a thread:

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Woman Carrying The Bull by Vladimir Fokanov

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You know what, if this whole twitter blue thing manages to make insulin affordable, then it would all be worth it.

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cat riding sheep

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Vlad: Stop calling me a cheap whore

Vlad: I'm expensive, dammit. I've got a 5-star review on yelp

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You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

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Every time I see this, more pops out at me that I just LOVE.

Dani looks so happy! I think if she hasn't just stopped laughing she's about to start.

Ecto duct tape

Dan looks so done. He's got the little pout. He wanted to go to, I think.

That necklace is about to snap the moment he tenses his neck, and I didn't expect to find that attractive, but there we go.

They're both in civvies, but Dan still has his fancy white boots on. I like to think it's a fashion choice now.

“Can you keep an eye on Dani while we’re gone?”

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I was going to make a joke about how people tell their hairdressers so many personal details that I wouldnt be surprised if someone confessed to murder while I was styling their hair but then I remembered that was an actual thing that happened when I was in cosmetology school

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DP prompt where Danny is fighting Vlad– losing to him, getting beaten bloody– when Vlad is struck by a strange blast. 

It’s an ectogun Danny has never seen before, held by Maddie, and when it hits Vlad he just– breaks down. There’s an awful screech and all that’s left of the man is his ruby-red core.

Danny, despite nursing several injuries caused by the man, rushes to catch his core. The last thing he needs is his parents finding out about ghost cores– let alone possessing one.

With the core in hand, Danny turns tail and flees. He rushes to Tucker’s house, texting his friends along the way, telling them to meet him urgently.

While Sam and Tucker tend to his injuries, Danny holds Vlad’s core gently in his hands. It feels too quiet and still for a core, but he can sense faint waves of pain radiating from it. 

Sam’s mad enough about Danny’s injuries that she suggests he toss it out the window. Tucker just thinks it’s a little gross and probably unsafe. 

Danny, though, knows the true importance of a ghost core and feels a deep desire to protect it. He hates that he feels that way. 

The first chance Danny can get, he finds the weapon Maddie shot Vlad with and steals it. He takes both the weapon and core to Frostbite, asking for his help. Hoping that Frostbite can fix whatever happened so he can be rid of the man’s core.

Unfortunately, Frostbite tells Danny that it will take some time for Vlad to recover and reform. He also warns Danny that, due to the unstable nature of the weapon and Vlad being a halfa, he might reform incorrectly. Strangely. The fear in Frostbite’s eyes as he investigates the gun sends waves of dread down Danny’s spine.

Danny now has to babysit his arch enemy’s core, not knowing what Vlad will be like when he recovers.

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I can't find the post (please somebody tag me in it!), but basically you're offered 3 options- something cool, a billion dollars, or telling a customer off with no reprecussions to you. The punchline is a billion dollars can buy you a lot of telling customers off with no problems. It is, of course, the basis of this au.

Through college, Vlad did a lot of barista/waiter/line cook/retail jobs. This goes like canon except, somewhere around year 4, he realizes that he has enough money he can tell off any Karen he wants to after an incident where he tears into some soccer mom making his poor waitress cry.

He decides to sell pretty much everything and live off of the insane amount of $$$ from stocks and royalties and instead travels the country getting small jobs like this just so he can have the satisfaction of getting into arguments with Karens. Wanna fire him? Fine. He'll work somewhere else.

Every once in a while, he just appears long enough to make an asshole cry and disappears again. He's a cryptid. He has multiple websites and blogs dedicated to sightings of him and, later on, recordings.

He has moved on from Maddie! His new obsession is viscerally satisfying and as Plasmius he now has an apron instead of a cape with a hige collar, just for laughs.

(He is Sam's favorite cryptid. Yes, Danny, even over Phantom).

Plot? What plot? Just Vlad being an asshole chaos gremlin with the same vibes towards his managers as a cat with one paw on a glass, ready to push it off the counter and making eye contact while doing so.

(No, no, no) the owners beg. (Yes, yes, yes) his coworkers encourage.

His second hobby is pissing off cops and politicians. Yes, he will happily egg that politicians house. And steal their TV. He will also fill all their left shoes with bleach and steal their right ones. And publicize evidence of affairs.

The conflict is basically the Fentons trying to get their old buddy back into science while he's perfectly happy being a gremlin, the Mansons trying to keep their daughter away from him, and him bugging Tucker for ways to hack because really, wouldn't it be great if all those shady political backroom deals were on CNN?

The GIW is trying to hunt him- at this point, nobody believes it's for anything ghostly, it's an excuse for whoever is paying them to shut him up.

(Wait- I'm paying you! You're disbanded!

You couldn't do that a year ago?!l

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The kids are alright.