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can i have some of your autism? just a taste bro i swear

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Slacking off with Asaboo

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Heyy 🤓☝️so um httyd in the god of war universe (they’re aesir!)

And have design stuff

I rewatched god of war gameplays and felt very self indulgent so here they are <3

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I have an interview tomorrow for a receptionist position and i’m so not excited for it. Like i just know they’re gonna ask “why do you want to work here?” Or “what drew you to this position?” Like i gotta craft up some masterful answer for them because there has to be a reason apparently. Girl i’m fuckin broke and I got bills, but somehow thats an unprofessional answer. I applied because i was vaguely qualified, and because you’re offering money. Honestly so tired of pretending to be excited for minimum wage jobs that expect you to give your life to them for a pittance in return. Being in ur 20s sucks ass.

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4/4 I DID IT! Lol the last of my D&D series is my son Caelus. He’s a witch of the Despoina, trying to rebuild his cult. A funky lil guy indeed.

I used the Witch class from @worldsbeyondpod to build him and genuinely recommend both the podcast and class to any D&D enjoyers

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3/4 whew! Back on track with my lil d&d series, this is Maximus Aurelius Titus III played by my friend Peter

He’s a roman centurion with a dedication to protecting the caravan they’re all traveling in.

Also I will never forgive my friend for making me render metal for this character 💜 (I’ll find you)

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Bart Allen (impulse) from DC and Benny (1980's spaceship character) from the Lego Movie would be either the bestest of friends or the greatest of enemies and there's no in between

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literally have to remind myself anytime i see bart these days. mark waid loves bart. he might hate didio, but he loves bart first and foremost 😭

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And I’ve never been prouder 🫡

Of course everyone WANTS to be Emily Axford; she’s cool as fuck.

But in your admiration of her—fawning over her beauty, laughing at all of her jokes, etc—you’ve become someone else.

You are Murph.

You’ve always been Murph.

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Hey gang, look an update after a long ass break because life hates me :3

Hope it’s tolerable lmao.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61599160/chapters/165104062

As the steady rhythmic beeping of a large truck in reverse filled the morning air, Seth was trying to fondly recall what it felt like to have a weekend to himself that wasn’t all about moving and apartments. How nice it would be to get back to those eventually. Really, between work all week, the moving, and family events he was starting to get tired of busy weekends.

Hopefully this would be one of his last busy weekends for a while though. Or, at least one of the last ones where he’d have to go out. They were finally moving into the new apartment. All the hard work had led to this moment, a little under a month of planning and coordination and they were finally here!

Seth was brought back to reality by the piercing, high pitched squeal of the moving truck's brakes being hit a little too hard. His hands shot up to cover his sensitive ears, wincing to himself and shooting a half glare at the driver’s side door as it opened and Qingyi slid out. She shot back a blank look of her own. Frankly it was weird seeing her outside of a work capacity and uniform. Seth found himself wondering if she owned her own clothes or if these were on loan because she kinda looked like that really old movie star Adam Sandler in her t-shirt and basketball shorts.

The android walked over to meet the rest of the small group that had gathered to move the boxes up to Seth and Harumasa’s 2nd floor apartment. The group was composed of Seth, Harumasa, Qingyi, Zhu Yuan, and the managers. At this point Seth had grown used to seeing Harumasa in his chosen casual attire which seemed to be mostly made up of loose fitting comfy clothes and his trusty headband, the managers had their usual get ups of course, but seeing Captain Zhu Yuan out of uniform was also a bit strange. She was wearing a pair of high waisted jeans with a white shirt tucked into them and a hoodie was tied around her waist.

Seth looked down to meet Qingyi’s eyes and saw that she was holding out the key to the truck’s storage to him. “Oh, thanks Qingyi.” He took it from her open palm and walked over to the storage doors of the truck. The back of the truck didn’t have too much in it, there wasn't really any big furniture. Mostly it was stuff from Seth’s room and a couple things from Harumasa’s apartment that he couldn’t fit in the Manager’s truck. The hardest stuff they’d have to bring up would be the entertainment center for the living room, Seth’s desk, and his bookshelf. Thankfully the Managers had a trolley they used to stock new films that they brought to help carry bigger things.

Looking back over his shoulder at his friends Seth saw them looking back at him. It was at this moment that he realized he did not know how to best go about all of this. He felt his eyes flit away as he flushed, embarrassed by the expectant eyes on him, tail flicking. He heard a brief chickle from Harumasa and Belle before the former spoke up, “Alright everybody, let's get going. Zhu Yuan, can you help Wise and Belle load up the trolley? Seth, Qingyi, and I can start carrying up the other boxes.”

Belle shot Harumasa a look that Seth was reading as annoyed pouting and Wise chuckled at his older sister. Zhu yuan made her way over to the back of the truck with Qingyi before replying. “Sounds good, let’s get to it.”

Remembering he was kinda in the way, Seth awkwardly shuffled aside from the truck and watched Zhu Yuan and the Managers start loading the small entertainment center onto the trolley. He stood there for a minute feeling slightly useless before his flicking tail brushed against someone’s leg. He flinched in surprise, looking to see Harumasa next to him with a hand hovering over Seth’s shoulder, face a little surprised at his flinch but smirking. “Sorry dude, didn’t mean to make ya jump.”

“Ah! No, it’s not your fault! I guess I just got caught in my own head.” An awkward laugh bubbled up from Seth’s chest, Harumasa chuckling with him. Seth felt Harumasa’s hand settle on his shoulder and untensed a bit. The sunlight bounced prettily off his hair, reflected nicely in his golden eyes… nO BAD SETH! His ears shot straight up, ugh he probably looked like a tomato. A stupid tomato! “Thanks by the way! I uh, I’ve never done this before… you know that already though. God I feel stupid.” Seth was gonna pretend he said that evenly and not all weird and squeaky as he slowly deflated.

“Hey, no need to be all ashamed. We’re all new at something once.” Seth saw Harumasa’s face take on a more genuine grin as he comforted the self berated thiren. “Let me take the lead on this one. I’ve got some experience in moving, and in return you can do me a favor.” Harumasa leaned down a little to meet Seth’s ear, slouched as he was, and moved in closer. He wrapped an arm around Seth’s shoulder and cupped a hand to his mouth whispering, “I’m feeling a bit sore from running around in the hollows, could you take the heavier boxes for me? I’d really appreciate it.”

Now that he mentioned it, Seth could hear something a little more belabored about Harumasa’s breathing than normal. He stood up a little straighter and met Harumasa’s gaze, matching his smile. He was lucky that Harumasa was being so kind, people usually expect a lot of him and he always felt like he was letting someone down. But Harumasa never really seemed to expect more of anyone than he did himself. It was a nice change of pace.

“Of course, that’s the least I could do. Just let me know if you’re having trouble with anything.”

The nice moment the two were sharing was quickly broken though, “Come on guys! Harumasa, stop infecting Seth with your Laziness!” Belle was pointing at them dramatically. Harumasa chuckled and Seth felt mortified as he realized they were letting their friends do all the work.

Qingyi walked out of the back of the truck carrying three boxes, stopping next to Belle and adding, “Come on boy kissers, let’s go. You can stare into each other's eyes once we’re gone.”

Both boys shot straight up, Seth taking a couple steps away from Harumasa and sputtering. He felt as red as a fire hydrant. Harumasa stood quietly, eyebrows furrowed, normally expressive hands down by his sides.

“Qingyi!” Zhu Yuan yelled from the complex door where she and Wise were balancing the entertainment center on the trolley.

The android simply shrugged before walking towards the entrance.

Both men quickly made their way into the truck and began figuring out which boxes to grab first.

The morning passed quickly and Seth could feel the burn in his legs from going up and down the stairs repeatedly. Harumasa had insisted they bring up the kitchen supplies first and then unpack the bathrooms. That made sense to Seth, get the necessities out of the way before any of the extra stuff. The group had taken to stacking any other boxes or furniture in the empty living room to be moved later. Within an hour they had gotten all the boxes from the moving truck up to the apartment and were starting on the more delicate or personal stuff they’d packed into the cars they’d arrived in. Seth carried his computer stuff up from Zhu Yuan’s car and Harumasa and the managers grabbed a few bags and his TV from their truck. By midday all the boxes were in the apartment.

Seth had to help Harumasa on only a couple occasions. Heavier boxes of books or knick knacks were handed over to Seth while Harumasa handled lighter boxes of clothes and took the elevator when possible. Following the lead of the only two people who had ever moved into an apartment (Harumasa and Zhu Yuan), the kitchen was unpacked, dishes and utensils were cleaned, appliances set out onto counters and into cabinets, and any foods or pantry items they could bring were organized.

While the kitchen was being put together by everyone else, Belle and Wise were helping by doing what they did best — handling anything requiring technical know-how. The TV was as simple as arranging the entertainment center at the far end of the North wall, arranging the wiring and hooking up the cable box from Harumasa’s apartment. After the cable box they hooked up the smart TV for streaming —complaining about the death of physical media all the while. Then they moved to Seth’s room, where they worked on Seth’s PC. At one point while Seth and Zhu Yuan were cleaning a blender Belle poked her head out and shouted, “Yo Seth, the wifi here’s kinda slow so Wise and Fairy are gonna work to get you hooked up to our Wifi remotely!”

“Oh shit- thanks!” Seth’s eyebrows shot straight up. The managers were way too kind!

Belle’s smile turned slightly evil as her eyes glinted back at him, “Of course! Can’t have you blame your slow wifi when me and Wise beat your ass in video game tournaments.” Her head darted back into his room and rummaging sounds resumed.

Oh. Okay then. Some mixed motivations there, but nice all the same.

About an hour later the necessities were all set up and the groups split into helping set up the guys' rooms. Seth had Zhu Yuan and Qingyi with him. Zhu Yuan was using her height advantage to help hang shelves and a few posters, asking what Seth wanted to put on the shelves or where certain posters should go. Meanwhile Qingyi had taken to organizing all of his books and comics alphabetically along his bookshelf and in the drawers under it. Seth was putting all the clothes he’d taken from home in his new dresser.

It was kinda nice, his friends quietly helping him settle into a new home. Seth could feel a small smile make its way onto his face as he folded a pair of pants, his ears and tail perking up happily. He was honestly kinda upset when his parents told him they couldn’t help him move, but having his colleagues’ support is really really nice-

“So Seth , what was that moment with Harumasa earlier? You two were standing awfully close, smiling and looking into each other’s eyes.” Scratch that. Qingyi wanted to kill him, she wanted him to fling himself out a window. Peering over his shoulder, Seth met Qingyi’s eyes. She was smirking at him, that shit eating look on her face. His face grew hot, frustrated and embarrassed, his ears flattening and tail flicking.

“Let’s not start. Please.” Zhu Yuan looked over the both of them with pleading eyes. “Qingyi, it’s not our business whatever the case, and Seth, she only does this because you give a reaction.” She sighed and sat on the bed, eyes drifting over to Seth. “Seth, I’m not going to pry, it’s not really my business. But it is nice to see you at least have a good friend in Harumasa. You haven’t really made too many connections at work outside of us, and you’ve been smiling more today than usual. It’s nice that you were helping Harumasa carry things too.”

It was simultaneously very nice and a little embarrassing that Zhu Yuan had noticed so much about him. Honestly Seth tended to be a little frustrated with how easily his emotions were readable because of his Thiren traits, but this didn’t feel like that… “Thanks Captain. It’s, well it’s nice. You guys, Harumasa, the managers; you’re the only ones who look at me and see past my family name. You guys actually bothered to get to know me, not many people have done that before. I appreciate it.”

She met his gaze with a smile, eyes soft. “You’ve worked too hard to just be a last name to us Seth. Right Qingyi?” Their gazes shifted to the bookshelf where she was finishing organizing the comic drawers.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. You do tend to work harder than the other Rookies, and there's a much higher percentile chance that you’ve actually read the protocol manual. Also I like your taste in comics.” Her face didn’t shift from neutral the entire time she said it, but the words still impacted hard.

They sat in that quiet moment for a bit, appreciating the company they were in before they returned to idle chatter and organizing the room to Seth’s specifications.

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I’m being lazy and didn’t proofread this so i’m sorry if it’s not my best, but I wanted Danny and Bart to vibe. Hop y’all still like it. Maybe i’ll post it on ao3 at some point

Danny only really got to see skies like this once a year.

In the deep woods, surrounded by the singing of nocturnal life happening around him it was easy to look up to the stars and get lost in thought. It was one of his favorite parts of camping.

Technically speaking the Fentons didn’t go camping infrequently, often being dragged all over the midwest by his parents looking for some (probably fake) ghost related thing they read about on an online forum. On those trips Danny and Jazz never had any fun. Danny narrowly avoided his parent’s newest contraptions and Jazz mostly tucked herself into the GAV to read. There wasn’t much in the way of family bonding or peaceful moments on those trips.

But once a summer they went on a real camping trip. At the beginning of August they packed up the GAV and took the scenic drive to the same wooded valley in Tennessee where his parents had gone for their honeymoon. Not many would go survivalist camping for a honeymoon, but Jack and Maddie were just cool like that. Danny always finds himself chuckling at that. Anyway, they’d started this tradition around the time when Danny was 8, once he and Jazz were old enough. They’d stay for a whole week. It was always Danny’s favorite week of the year, the one week where his parents acted like they did before the portal had opened.

Normal activities on the trip usually included fishing with Dad while Jazz and Mom swam, going on hikes, and practicing survivalist skills. They sang songs by the fire, told scary stories, and made s'mores. And once the darkest part of night hit Danny would wake up Jazz and make her watch the stars with him from a clearing about half a mile from the campsite.

It was his favorite spot in the whole world, that clearing no more than a hundred or so yards across where a couple boulders sat, smoothed from years of rain and wind. He could feel the grass tickling his ankles from the run there and hear Jazz yelling something about ticks every time he thought of it. It was so quiet there, never truly silent with the sounds of the woods around them, but quiet in that comforting song of night.

The memories brought a quiet smile to his face as his eyes traced Ursa Major from atop his boulder. His trance like focus was interrupted by a small sigh as the soft thud of a head covered in a thick mop of hair fell onto his shoulder. Sitting back to back was the boy he’d met here what felt like forever and a half ago, but was really more like 5ish years ago when they were both 14.

Danny had heard Bart Allen before he understood what his eyes were seeing. A fast talking blur of red winding between trees faster than he could follow. He’d gone invisible when he first heard the odd sound reverberating through the woods, defenses up, was this going to be yet another thing that the portal took from him? But no, when the blur slowed down a bit (never stilled, but slowed) it was just another kid that looked about his age who was about 20% hair complaining about his uncle and a stupid training excursion. His face was kinda scrunched up in a funny way, clearly frustrated and concentrated. Another kid who had been running nearly fast enough to break the sound barrier… So Danny watched him continue running and complaining for probably about 15 minutes before he decided that this probably wasn’t ghost related after the dude clipped his arm on a tree and shouted some sort of unfamiliar expletive.

Not yet dropping invisibility, Danny sort of whisper shouted a ‘hello?’ In the other boy’s direction.

The mystery boy jumped like he’d stepped on a nail, whipping his head around to look for anyone and yelling ‘What the sprock!?’

Danny had felt himself shocked out of invisibility and followed up by asking ‘That dude with the elf ears from Star Trek?’

Bart just stared him dead in the eyes like anything about that had been a normal interaction and went ‘Who?’

Really it all spiraled from there. The boys burst into laughter and introduced themselves, killing any tension. Bart was the first other kid with powers he’d met, the first kid who didn’t look at Danny like he was weird. Bart explained that he was here with his uncle Max to train using his speed in cramped environments with lots of obstacles. He hated it, it was boring and he was far away from his friends and video games. Danny in turn told Bart about the yearly vacation to which the boy responded ‘Oh that’s so crash!’ It took Danny a minute to get used to Bart’s weird slang.

They talked late into the night, trading stories about rogues and adventurers, but also about school and their friends. Danny didn’t tell Bart about his accident, but Bart didn’t tell Danny about being from the future yet either, so it was even. They stayed surface level. They actually ended up talking so long that Jazz came trudging through the woods to find Danny, worried that he’d been kidnapped or killed or something. That marked the end of their first night getting to know each other, Danny heading back to camp with Jazz. Every night for the rest of that week though, they met at the boulder and hung out.

They compared powers (Bart was super jealous that Danny could fly, he loves flying) and talked about their hobbies. Danny even got Bart to sit for a little bit each night to stargaze with him. Bart was bad at sitting still, but Danny telling him the stories behind his favorite constellations seemed to help soothe him for at least a little while.

At the end of the week, the Fenton’s were getting ready to go back to Amity Park, Danny’s Dad packing the car while his Mom checked the routes home. Danny met Bart in the clearing one last time and they exchanged phone numbers, promising to keep in touch.

It wasn’t an empty promise, they did text when they could, but both of them living the hero life was busy. Between Danny juggling Amity Park basically on his own and Bart having both Manchester and Young Justice, they didn’t have a lot of time to talk. Small chats, maybe twice a month. Playing video games together once in a blue moon. It was infrequent, but it was nice when they got the chance.

Before he knew it that first week of August had rolled around again and they were headed back to Tennessee. It had been a long year, and Danny was more than excited for some time away (Sam, Tucker, & Val could hold down the fort for a week anyway).

Danny was excited to see his favorite spot again, to gaze upon the cosmos and see the light dance across the skies. But there was an unexpected benefit, perched atop his boulder, fingers tapping and legs swinging, was Bart. The moment he saw Danny he threw up a Star Trek peace sign and Danny knew it’d be a great week.

Since then, every year without fail, Danny and Bart have seen each other once a year for this trip. They caught up on everything, shared some secrets they never thought they would and strangely enough, they found someone who understood. As much as he loved his friends, Danny felt mostly isolated in his ghostliness. And while Bart had more of a community, he didn’t really feel like people understood him.

Danny revealed his transformation, eventually divulged the lab accident, and even discussed Dan and Dani with Bart. He told Bart how he felt so isolated from humanity the more he slowly changed. Bart met him at his level every time. He told Danny that he felt like no one would ever meet him at his speed like Max did before he went missing, that as much as he loved his other YJ friends part of him worried they just put up with him because he was useful. He shared his conflicting feelings about his own clone, Thad, and how weird it was to adjust to the 21st century.

Both boys related in the fact that neither really felt human enough to belong, but with each other it was easier. Danny’s core understood Bart’s vibrations, and Bart understood Danny’s fear of human experimentation first hand.

Of course there were lighter moments too. Danny told Bart how Clockwork always complained about the Flashes meddling with time, and Bart told Danny all the hilarious places he’d found Rob trying to nap when he thought no one was paying attention. They weren’t heroes responsible for the world here, they were just two dumb teenagers sitting on a big rock, looking up at the sky and finding comfort in a like mind.

“Yo, Danny. You in there?”

He found himself snapped from his thoughts once again by the speedster at his back. Why was he feeling so nostalgic anyway? Weird ass exposition…

He leaned his head back onto Bart’s shoulder, mirroring the other. “Yah, sorry. Just thinkin.”

“Oof, try not to hurt yourself bro.” Danny shifted his eyes from the stars, finding a smirking freckled face with golden eyes meeting his own, wreathed in auburn hair. Bart had a slight accent that transfixed Danny. It wasn’t because he lived in Alabama either, it was that he was from the future. His voice lilted and vibrated in a way that was mesmerizing when he put emotion in his words.

“Shut up dude,” Danny scoffed, playfully shoving back against Bart, who squawked in surprise. Bart shoved back against Danny in retaliation and they both chuckled. “What’s up?”

“I’m zoning out, but I wanna keep watching the stars with you. Tell me a story so I can stay engaged.” Bart met his eyes earnestly. The speedster had trouble keeping his focus on one thing, which Danny could totally relate to. If space wasn’t his one of his obsessions he’d probably be strugglin too. But ADHD be damned, Bart tried to do this with him, to take interest in the things he loved unironically and wholeheartedly.

Danny could hear Bart’s feet tapping faster than an Olympic sprinter as he thought. “How about Hercules? And no, not the Disney movie Bart.” The speedster’s mouth closed almost as quickly as he’d opened it, falling back into that easy impish smile.

“Sounds good to me.” Bart responded in a sing song kinda voice, fingers tap dancing atop his knees.

Danny had probably told Bart the stories of all the constellations in this sky over the years, but he’d do it again hundreds of times for him. He’d quickly figured out that Bart always responded best to casual conversational stories rather than monologuing. He’d only complained so many times about his cousin wally bossing him around before he put two n two together. He could relate, Danny much preferred Sam’s explanations of lit to Mr. Lancer’s lectures.

Hercules wasn’t exactly one of Danny’s favorite heroes though. The fall from heroics to madness always hit him hard. If even someone like that couldn’t keep himself from hurting the ones he loved…

Danny paused the story, taking a stuttering breath. It felt stupid that even after all this time he was still afraid of turning into Dan. He knew it was illogical, he just wished his brain would figure that out too. Instead here he was, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders in the one place he was supposed to feel light and free, throat suddenly a little tight remembering his family stuck to a reactor about to blow.

A soft hand was on his forearm, rubbing it lightly, and Bart’s lilting voice whispered in his ear. “Hey, hey, it’s alright remember?” This wasn’t the first time one of them had helped to soothe the other. “You worried about Dan? Grife, I should let you stop telling this type of story, I always forget it triggers you…” It wasn’t even the first time this particular scenario had occurred. Danny tried to focus on his friends voice instead of the red, burning eyes in his mind.

“I’m here dude, remember? Breathe. We talked about this. If I’m here, it means you can’t have destroyed the future. As long as I’m here Dan will never happen. Not that you’d destroy the world without good reason anyway, I’d probably have your back if you decided to. Could definitely get Rob, Kon, and Cassie on our side. Oh, sorry, rambling.” Bart muttered to himself quietly at super speed before shaking his head and refocusing. He turned from their back-to-back position and wrapped himself around Danny. It probably looked kinda funny from an outside perspective. Danny, who’d grew into his Dad’s height being basically big spooned by Bart’s 5’4” ass.

The thought was enough to shock Danny into a bit of laughter, pulling air back into his lungs. He felt bart smile into his upper back at the nape of his neck. “There ya go dude, breathing is super crash. Can’t laugh if you don’t breathe and that’d suck because I’m hilarious.”

Danny let himself unwind, leaning back into Bart as embarrassment flooded him. He buried his face in his hands and groaned, “Duuude, I’m so sorry. I feel like an idiot.”

Bart hooked his chin over Danny’s shoulder before responding. “It’s chill dude. Like Carol tells me, ‘emotions ain’t logical.’ Besides you’ve done the same for me.”

“Yeah, I know… still though.” Like bart had said, they’d talked about this before. Danny liked Bart for a lot of reasons, but one of the most selfish was the reason Bart had supplied. For him to come back from the 31st century, Dan couldn’t have razed the earth. There was a deep comfort in truly solid proof that he wouldn’t burn it all down in the end.

“Nope. No excuses.” Bart started braiding bits of Danny’s hair with dexterous prestige. “You’re too smart to be that dumb.”

Pff, what a wordsmith. “You wanna hear a different story?”

“Only if you’re up to it.”

A smile found its way onto Danny’s face. His eyes traveled skyward again as he set his sights. “Lets try Ophiuchis.”

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Thinking about Danny n Bart as I write. Are they friends? Are they dating? Worse I fear, they’re in an undefinable queer-platonic relationship with strange boundaries that I the writer probably don’t even understand.

Idk lmao, they just vibe to me. Idk if they’d consider it dating or anything like that, but they’d definitely be closer than just bros. They’re neurospicy in the way that means they gotta be hugging or holding hands or smthn. Touch starved lil weirdos.

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Fuck it, imma write a lil oneshot about it.

Ok so like, I have many thoughts and reasons as to why I think Bart and Danny would be good friends, not the least of which is a shared love of video games and the fact that neither of them can finish a single thought before moving onto the next one, but I just thought of something so weirdly heart warming.

I think Danny would like Bart because any timeline where Bart comes to the 21st century from the future is a timeline where Dan doesn’t happen. If Dan razes the earth to scorches and fire, Bart is never born. So therefore, I think there’d be like, a reassurance in his presence. The two of them goofing off together in the present means Danny doesn’t become evil and lose everyone he loves.

Idk lol my brains kinda disjointed atm, but I think this is cute.

Also they could bond over having clones 🤷🏻

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Ok so like, I have many thoughts and reasons as to why I think Bart and Danny would be good friends, not the least of which is a shared love of video games and the fact that neither of them can finish a single thought before moving onto the next one, but I just thought of something so weirdly heart warming.

I think Danny would like Bart because any timeline where Bart comes to the 21st century from the future is a timeline where Dan doesn’t happen. If Dan razes the earth to scorches and fire, Bart is never born. So therefore, I think there’d be like, a reassurance in his presence. The two of them goofing off together in the present means Danny doesn’t become evil and lose everyone he loves.

Idk lol my brains kinda disjointed atm, but I think this is cute.

Also they could bond over having clones 🤷🏻

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Brennan Lee Mulligan arguing for the primal nature of morality on Ep. 40’s Fireside Chat is one of the funniest and realest things I’ve ever heard. He once again put into words what I have been trying to say for what feels like forever.

EDIT: No, I actually need to quote this out for myself.

“One of the things that happens a lot in philisophy that is, I think, a point of failure, potentially, in it, is that philosophy contains a lot of formal logic studies, and there’s a degree to want to sort of explicate, logically, everything, and go like, ‘What are the reasons and rationalities behind all of this?” But I think ignoring the primal origins of morality- You don’t need- If you watch someone kick a small animal, you don’t need an explanation for why that’s bad. It’s a first- It’s a primary thing, right? And you get into weird positions when you’re like, ‘I believe that humans should have good- be flourish and be happy, and have safety and joy!’ And someone can literally just go ‘Why? To what end? To what end should they have joy?’ And you’re like ‘Not to what end. I’m saying this is the end for me. The end for me is joy and safety and peace.’ And I get to say that because I’m a weird brain monster living in the universe and I can create meaning with my mind. You’re doing the same thing right now, but I just choose joy. Are you choosing something else? Because if you are, then we’re in conflict!” -Brennan Lee Mulligan, “Fireside Chat for WWW ep40 ‘Aid and Comfort’”

Choose joy, motherfucker! If you’re not, we’re in conflict!!!

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2/4 of me and my friends’ historical fiction d&d characters! This is Dionica, a bit of an odd ball for 340 AD, but hey she’s trying to prove you can be an influencer in any era.

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This is the first of four characters me and my friends play in a historical fiction d&d campaign that I’m going to be drawing and posting! This friend here is Mo Shabbo (definitely not a fake name), a traveling scholar from the middle east who accidentally got to Rome while trying to find China (he can’t read maps).