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Woha did you see that!?

walkable cities are such a terrible idea when you think about them for literally any longer than a single second. more steps = more cracks = more mothers’ backs broken. simple fucking math. if you wanted your mom’s back blown out so bad you could’ve just called me

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Danny is a broke College Student, and the Ghost King getting constantly summoned. And he's getting completely stressed out, and needs a way to make money fast.

He's been hearing about all of these Gacha Gambling Games, and he gets an idea ...

^0^

The Justice League are losing their minds right now.

When JLD came up saying that a new Ghost King was crowned, they wanted to do a threat assessment despite Constantine's objections. So they did the usual summoning ... but what they were not prepared for, is how tedious it is to summon the Ghost King.

First they needed MONEY to get some kind of Ecto-Crystals which eerily look like Kryptonite - and then draw up ANOTHER Summoning Circle, because the first Circle is used to 'buy' Ecto-Crystals, and then use the Crystals to Summon the Ghost King.

Except that's not what happens.

The circle glows blue, and they are ready to do a threat assessment ... only for a bunch of junk to drop into the circle. And a single note to appear, as Batman picks it up and read - "You got junk. Roll again?"

The Young Justice instantly clock this as a GACHA GAME.

And now the Justice League have been trying to get the Ghost King for the past MONTH and they keep either getting junk, 4-Star Items and Ghosts - the most annoying one calling himself the Box Ghost - and by the time they get an actual 5-Star ...

It's not even the Ghost King.

It's one of the ANCIENTS and even they know about the Gacha Roll and are having fun with it, much to the Justice League's growing headache.

And now, it's been 3 months and even Superman can see Batman slowly losing his mind to the stupid Gacha Game.

Meanwhile, Danny?

Is making BANK.

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I know i see a lot of Danny hating the Joker on sight and immediately feral raccoon attacking him, but consider this - Joker has died a couple of times now.

Extremely liminal Joker seeing Danny and having his fight instincts kick in.

He'll be mid speech and race off to square up against this random guy.

Joker goes to walk past the coffee shop Danny's in and jumps through the window to attack him.

Joker is hiding from the Bats as he plants bombs in the sewers when he passes directly underneath Danny. He goes straight for the nearest manhole and climbs out to chase him down.

Meanwhile, Danny is taking these attacks entirely in human form. Joker is entirely hind-braining it, so the combat skills his mum taught him are enough to hold off the deranged clown until a Bat or a Bird can come and take him. He hasn't needed to go ghost or use any overtly obvious powers, so from the outside it looks like Joker has just decided to hate this one civilian in particular, and the civilian is using skills from self defence classes to survive the attacks.

Danny meanwhile is more annoyed than anything. He's just trying to live his best half- life, and this stupid clown cannot get past his first instincts enough to even be civil enough to talk. He can't even get a coffee in peace! Every time the Joker comes up to him, he's so visibly annoyed about it. He's asked once why he doesn't just move it hide away when the guy breaks out, and he responds "honestly? It's more of an inconvenience than anything else. I'm more annoyed at having to walk the long way along Robinson Park because I have a deathly allergy to one of Ivy's flower gardens."

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Kinda fucked up and nasty how vampires drink blood, imo. Like. Pepsi costs a dollar seventy five

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september kinda vibes.

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i hate teachers who encourage the usage of AI

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Danny: I don’t like you. I’m gonna seduce your son.

Bruce: excuse me?

Danny: he’ll be happier with me

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Full Credits to Tim Han Reviews | Success Insider: The process can be difficult, but the hard days will pass, just keep on moving and smiling 👏

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This morning I was just minding my business on a hike only to look over and see a ton of flaccid stinkhorns (Mutinus ravenelii) adorning a sandstone cliff face.

(July 2025)

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All seeing: part 2

Part 1

Danny woke up again. This time, he was straped down all the way to his ankles. This is bogus. Green gem never would have known that Black Square needed help if Danny hadn't said anything. He really needed to hear those names again.

"Hhhhuhhh." Oh? They didn't put the tube back in. And it doesn't hurt! How long could it have been?

"{Eight twenty four A.M.}"

OK, so it could have been half a day or a day and a half or two days and a half. This doesn't really help much.

Next to him, in the same spot the black square used to be, now had an erratic red spikey ball. It was perfectly still. And Danny could hear faint, slow breathing.

Danny tried to move, but the only part of him that was free was his head, which isn't nearly as helpful as it used to be. He tried to wriggle out of his cuffs, but the friction made his skin feel like it was peeling off.

The red dog toy looking thing jolted, and a young male voice gasped. "Huh? 'm awake. I'm awake." He sounded older than the green crystal. "Oh, you're up." The chairlegs moved again. "I'm Tim,"

Danny felt hands near his wrists, and suddenly, he was free. Or, his hands were free. All the way up to his shoulders. But his chest still felt like someone was sitting on it.

"Are you able to move?" He sounded a little robotic, like he was just going through lines he'd practiced. The tone didn't really match the genuine care he felt from the sharp red shape.

Danny shakily raised his left hand. He could barely hold it there for 3 or 4 seconds. He heard scratching. Then, the other boy touched his hand.

"Squeeze as hard as you can."

Danny could tell his squeeze was pathetic, but again, he couldn't feel any ill will or even judgment from the total stranger talking to him.

"The following is a series of yes or no questions. I want you to answer honestly. No matter how you answer, you will still be welcome here." The seriousness in his voice sounded fake.

"Is your name Daniel Fenton?"

"{Yes}" it's Danny, but yes.

"Were you born on May 7th 2009?"

"{Yes}" He was supposed to be born at the end of May. Dad always said he was early because he just couldn't wait to meet everyone. Really, they have a family history of premies.

"Do you understand the situation you are in right now?"

... let's see. Everyone who matters is dead. He can't see or speak or move on his own, and he keeps waking up next to strangers. "{Yes}"

"Would you like a run down anyway? So we're on the same page?"

He might as well get the scoop before he finds everyone in the Ghost Zone. It's not like he's been in the best position for updates.

"You, your parents, sister, two classmates, and teacher were all present at the Nasty Burger explosion two weeks ago. As the only survivor, you sustained severe burns on your face, hands, and feet, along with a broken back. Your vision will most likely not recover fully, your hands and feet can get better with a lot of physical therapy and the back brace can be replaced with a medical corset in as little as two more days, given you pass some tests."

Ok, so he wasn't fully up to date.

"Are there any living relatives you can turn to?"

... well, there's Aunt Alicia, and, by some cruel twist of fate, Vlad is his godfather... wait, you're just moving on? What do you mean it's been two weeks? When can they start physical therapy? Why is he here rather than a hospital? Were there really only 6 casualties in that huge explosion? Did anyone happen to see where their ghosts went?

"It's ok if you do. We're not going to send you away or anything. You can choose to stay or leave once you've recovered enough."

What was he talking about again? "{Stop}" Danny wiggleded as best he could, but he was still straped down to what is apparently some sort of back brace.

"You're gonna hurt yourself."

"Gonna" implies that he isn't already powering through. "Hhhghhehh,"

"Come on, man, use your buttons."

There are only nine buttons! "{Yes}" "{No}" "{Uncomfortable}" "{Help}" *beedeep* "{Clean}" "{Hurt}" "{Bored}" "{Leave}" "{Stop}" He shook his head back and forth. Why are there no questions?

"Hey, slow down, okay? I'm here to help. It just takes patience. None of the buttons describe what you want, right?"

"{Yes}"

"Do any of them get close?"

... "{Stop}"

"Stop. Okay. Is it close because it sounds similar? Or because of the meaning?"

"{No}" "{Yes}"

"The meaning. Is it similar? Or opposite?"

Is he reading questions off a list? He can't be. No one would have prepared for this situation. "{Yes}" "{No}"

"Similar to stop. Pause?... Stay?... Seal?... Close?... Slow-

"{Yes}"

"Slow. You want me to slow down? I can do that... think you could answer some more questions?"

Danny made an O shape with his mouth and lifted his hand as much as he could to point at Tim. "Hooo."

"Who am I?"

He dropped his hand back down, panting. "{Yes}"

The boy sat back down and started talking. "My name is Tim Drake Wane, I'm 17, I'm the third son of the Wayne family, and I run Wayne Enterprise. Uhm, is that enough?"

"{No}" That's not it. Danny tried to adjust himself, but the back brace was just too heavy. He struggled to move his arm again, this time pointing at the wall behind Tim.

"Are you trying to point at me again?"

His arm dropped over the rail of the bed. He tried to drag it back up, but he couldn't. He couldn't reach his buttons. He tried to drag his other hand over his torso to get it, but then Tim picked up his right arm and placed it back at his side. He grabbed the box and pressed the top middle button.

"{Leave}" He turned the box right side up. "{No}"

"No? As in, you weren't pointing at me? There's only a wall there."

"{Yes}"

"Ok, so, "Wall". Is it something related to the wall?"

"{Yes}" Danny nudged himself as far as he could to the edge of the bed. Unfortunately, "as far as he could" was 0 units of any measurement. After a moment to catch his breath, Danny managed to put his hands together and move them apart.

"Ok, you wouldn't happen to know any sign language, would you?"

"{No}" Wait, does gorrilla sign language count. "{Yes}" It must count a little.

"Ok, uhm, part? Separate? Different?"

"{No}" Danny tried the sign again, this time keeping his uncooperative hands as flat as he could make them.

"...big?"

"{Yes}" "{Yes}" "{Yes}"

"Big. Alright. What's big?"

Danny gestured to the wall again. Vaguely this time, his arms were getting jello-y.

"Right, the wall. Wall and big... the room? Its your's. It's right next to Damian's, and Duke's is across the hallway."

"{No}" Danny struggled to make the signature again but it was so hard.

"No, big?" Tim sounded confused. "Small, then?"

"{No}" "{No}"

"Uh... No... was room wrong?"

"{Yes}" Oh, thank goodness. Danny did not have faith there.

"Ok, so bigger than the wall, but it's not the room. Is it bigger than the room?"

"{Yes}"

"The house!"

"{Yes}"

"Are you trying to ask where we are?"

"{Yes}" "{Yes}" "{Yes}" Danny wriggled with joy. Who has trubble communicating now, Jazz?

"We're in Wayne manor. It's located in Crest Hill, just a few miles from Gotham city. It's a very old building, construction finished in 1886. It is home to the Wayne family, which includes Bruce Wayne: the patriarch, Alfred Pennyworth: the butler, he's the one really in charge, and all the kids Bruce has adopted. Me, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, and Damian Wayne Al Ghul. There's also Dick Grayson and Jason Todd, but they don't live here anymore. They have their own apartments in the city." Tim sounded a little proud.

Damn, was he supposed to remember all that? They're near Gotham, have too many siblings and from the ones he's met already, they all sound odd.

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Fairy Parachutes 》 Marasmiellus candidus

Found these little cuties under one of the pecan trees at my parents house.

Southeast Texas, 14 July 2025

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Wanna know what I would love to see.

Accidental Emotional Dad™ Danny!

Like no seriously, have Danny accidentally meeting the Batkids when like Dick, freshly running away from the Juvenile Center he was put in (cause apparently they didn't have room in foster/orphanage), Danny finds him hiding behind his shops dumpster (Mechanic Danny? Coffee Shop? Restaurant Owner? OR my personal favorite Repair Shop Owner (Anything old, like clocks and stuff, old stuff Gotham would be full of))

Danny takes Dick in for the night, showing the kid rare kindness in a city like Gotham, gives Dick some food, listens to what happens to the kid's family, gives the kid advice, etc etc, he eventually gives the kid a place to sleep for the night but when he wakes up the next morning Dick is gone. He worries and does try to find Dick but stops when in like a week or so the news hit that Dick's became Bruce's ward.

Dick visits later, on his own, to thank Danny and the two kinda remain in contact, Dick comes over to vent in the future when Bruce is being well Bruce. (Danny, due to Jazz's influence, is very good at listening and giving solid advice)

In the future Danny has a run in with Jason Todd, almost the same story with Dick, finds the kid, gives rare kindness, gives him food and a place to sleep for the night, etc etc.

Jason, after being adopted by Bruce, also comes to visit Danny and stuff.

A pattern seems to be happening btw.

Danny meets ALL (all but Damian though) the future Batkids before they become Batkids, and basically becomes their emotional Dad™ who they go to when they wanna have talks or get good advice etc etc.

It would be funny as hell if no one freaking knew they all know Danny.

It only comes to light when Damian, who noticed all his adopted siblings (+ Steph) all seem to visit a Danny Fenton in civi's and spend hours talking with him, and Damian thinks this guy might know about them being the Bats and Birds, thinks Danny might be some informant for the family or something.

Damian sits everyone down and demands to know why he was never told of this informant for the family and shows them pictures of all his siblings going to Danny's place.

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Panther

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my best friend is a rapper turned college professor and he uses that combination of breadth of vocabulary and social confidence for something we like to call "weaponized eloquence" in which he engages strangers in conversations that are linguistically coherent but borderline nonsensical to see how much he can get away with. his newest version of this is gradually replacing nouns with fish species that rhyme with them — so far no one has called him trout on it

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DCxDP Fanfic Idea: The 2 Fine Chimis!

Based on the meme: That's my Chimichanga stand

Danny and Tucker had this million-dollar idea after watching the Batplane blow up on the news one summer night. It starts with them biting their nails, waiting with the rest of the world to see the Justice League defeat an elite alien fighting force.

The battle lasts for hours, so much so that Danny had actually fallen alseep at some point. He had been unable to stay up that long.

Tucker had managed to stay up but swapped out with Danny once he noticed that his friend had woken. They agreed that someone had to be up at all times in case an evacuation was noticed.

Sure, the fight was a state away, but you never know with the threats the Justice League faces. While watching, Danny halfa's eye catches Flash being flung into a grocery store. The speedster sluggish peels himself into a kneeling position, looking about to drop in a faint.

Flash rapidly starts opening bags, stuffing food into his mouth, and then flings himself back into the fight with far more energy than a quick snack should provide. Danny wouldn't have been able to tell what he did if he had normal eyes; only because of Phantom, he could tell.

It wasn't just Flash, though, as the news camera panned over the fight, Danny watched multiple heroes scramble for a bite. Mostly, they were the meta heros, until the Batplane was shot out of the sky and it fell on the last few remaining establishments with food.

Batman had managed to escape the explosion, but suddenly the fight took a turn for the worse. Now the meta heroes were slowing down, and the enemy was slowly but surely gaining the upper hand. By the twelve-hour mark of the battle, Danny had been prepping to go help the Justice League.

He hadn't before, because while Danny has done his best to protect Amity Park, he's only won his fights by outsmarting or outlasting his enemies. He worried that these tactics wouldn't work on people used to fighting heroes who were formally trained, and he would wind up being a liability to the heroes instead of assistance.

Tucker had helped him prepare, stuffing a duffel bag with a first aid kit, some spare clothes, some Fenton tech, and five bags of chimicangas that the boys had originally planned to eat for their weekend sleepover.

Sam was away on vacation with her parents, and the Fentons had gone away to a conference with Jazz. It was going to be a boys' weekend of unsupervised fun but duty calls.

Danny took off as fast as he could to the battle scene, Tucker staying behind to watch on the news. They kept communication open at all time since it was the first time Danny flew for so long and for so far.

Just getting to the fight was a risk.

However, by the time Danny cleared the state lines and found his way to the battle scene, the Justice League had been victorious. He got there just in time to watch the villain get cuffed, and the heroes take a breather.

Seeing that Phantom was no longer needed- and exhausted from flying a hundred twelve miles per hour which was way slower then him booking a plane, Danny had allowed himself to find a hiding hole in wrecked building and shift back into a human for some rest.

He only had a few seconds of digging in his bag for some much-needed snack when the caved-in roof over his head was lifted up. A piece of his chimichanga fell from his mouth as he gawked at the flouting figure of the Man of Steel himself.

"Are you alright, son?" Superman asks him with a gentle smile, throwing the roof to the side. Danny wants to say something, he really does, but all he can do is stare in astonishment. He had always heard people say the word "star-struck" and assumed he knew what it meant, but experiencing it was an entirely different thing.

He was frozen, staring up at the man, and unable to move his body as Superman's smile didn't falter. His tongue felt heavy, even with his mind screaming Do something! Say something! Ask for an autograph! Tell Superman, he's your hero! Hurry!

"Kid?" Suddenly, Flash was right next to him, one warm hand on his shoulder. "You alright? Any pain? How long have you been under the wreckage?"

Danny's lips quivered, his voice stuck in his throat, as Flash's mask creased in worry.

"Kid?" Flash leaned in closer. The movement startled Danny out of his starstruck haze enough that his body moved on its own. Without really thinking, Danny held up his bag of chimichangas, babbling something along the lines of "Thank you for saving me. I made chimichangas. You want?"

Both Superman and Flash stare at him a little before Flash nearly snatches the bag out of his hand, practically stuffing the food into his mouth, making appreciative sounds with each bite. Superman flouted closer, taking one out of the bag as Flash made his way through his third one.

"Thank you, son." Superman beams, taking his own bite. "This is delicious. Wonder Woman! Come, try these!"

Then, right in front of Danny's dazed eyes, the Amazonian princess struts over, wiping blood from her face and hair blowing in the wind. She offers Danny a sharp grin while grabbing one of his chimichangas. "Thank you for your donation, young one."

"um.." Danny hicups, but she is already turning away, sword swung over her shoulder, and utterly changing his life as she walks away. He wasn't talking about her stride....well, not entirely, but rather Danny watched her walk over to Batman, who was studying the destroyed scene, and offered him one of the wrapped meals.

Batman took it, glanced quickly at Danny, then muttered something to Wonder Woman that he could catch over the sound of Flash aggressively munching on a second bag of Danny's chimichangas. The man was acting like he was straved.

Danny's eyes widen when three green lanterns floated down next to him, curious about what captured Superman's and Flash's attention. He thrust out a bag to them, unable to get his tongue to work, and all three smiled tiredly back at him but accepted the offered food.

Before long, all members of the Justice League that were present at the fight made their way over, muttering about being straved after such a hard battle. He handed more and more out until all five of his bags were empty.

By that point, a team of medics had come by, check him over, deemed him unharmed, and he was escorted over to all the relocated civilians. Just as he was about to cross the line, Batman meterialized from the shadows- scaring the daylights out of Danny's medics- and silently handed him a wap of cash.

He gaped at the amount- a whopping thousand- as the Dark Knight grunted. "Thank you for giving my teammates all your merchandise. Good luck with your business."

"Business?"

"The five bags of chimichangas that you had on your person. Were they not ones you made to sell?"

Danny could have told the truth; he really could have, but he was talking to Batman. His all-time favorite hero and role model. When he was flying over to help, Danny had been so focused on the possible battle that he didn't connect that he was meeting the Justice League.

So all he was able to do was nod, and then Superman was there, putting a fifty on top of his stack. Then Flash added a ten. Then the Green Lanterns flung a few bills towards him. By the time Danny was moved past the caution tape with the rest of the civilians, he had two thousand dollars.

If he thought about the money that Tucker and Danny wasted to make the chimichangas, he had made a profit of one thousand eight hundred dollars. He hid the money in his duffel bag, clutching it desperately until people stopped paying attention to him.

He slipped away, shifting into his Phantom form and flying home. By the time he got there, Tucker had been at his wits' end, worried out of his mind. He started to rant until Danny held out the nine hundred in profit.

Then Tucker's eyes lit up as a very familiar grin overtook his face. It was the same one that usually popped on his best friend's expression when he got a get-rich-idea.

It was the duct tape wallets sold in the third-grade recesses all over again. The only difference was that Tucker made all the chimichangas, and Danny was going to be the main pusher. Only Danny didn't think it would be as successful as Tucker made it out to be.

"You want me to fly to every big battle the Justice League has and sell them chimichangas?"

"Trust me, Danny, as a guy in the chair, I know how hungry fighting makes heroes. We just wait for the smoke to clear, you play the scared little boy who wants to give the American Dream a shot, and boom, we're rolling in cash! We can call our business the 2 Fine Chimis!"

Danny wanted to say no, but then Tucker waved his share of nine hundred under his nose, and he couldn't resist. A month later, Danny was selling to Green Arrow, Black Canary, and Aquaman. They each gave him a tip, with Green Arrow giving him a round of applause for trying his best.

He had been "rescued" from the robots that they were fighting while trying to sell his chimichangas near the corner store, and Green Arrow had bought them all just cause he felt bad for him.

Nothing could go wrong.

Danny went home with nine hundred for each of them again, and suddenly, they had a business with no competition and a lot of demand. He just had to carefully plant himself in dangerous scenes as Phantom, relying on the sure-fire knowledge of always being hungry from fighting.

Miles and miles above the Earth's orbit, Batman stares at the same blue-eyed black haired boy who always showed up to dangerous battle scenes, struggling to sell homemade food.

It was suspicious that the same boy was popping up everywhere with little to no damage from the same situations, so Bruce had to investigate, starting with a quick DNA test.

There was only one conclusion from everything he dug up: That was his illegitimate son, who was struggling to survive on the streets. Likely too shy to come forward, but attempting to be near in his own way.

Bruce had no idea how he was going to get his boy home, but one thing was for sure. His boy could cook.

These chimichangas were heavenly.

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Clark: What's this?

Jon: Oh, that's my temporary tattoo. A kid at school custom makes whatever you want into one. I asked him to design a Superman one, and let him come up with the design. Pretty cool right?

Clark:....Jon. Do you recognize what's around the El symbol?

Jon: I thought it was just cool designs.

Clark: No, it's Kryptonian. He spelled out "The Undaunted Heros"

Jon: oh cool.

Clark: Jon, your friend knows Kryptonian.

Jon: OH!

Clark: What's this kid's name?

Jon: Danny Fenton.

Clark: The Superman fan that chased me across the rooftops?

Jon: Yeah.

Clark: Hmmm maybe his screaming of "Sir, I think we might be from the same place! Please help me" makes sense now.

Jon: Dad.....

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