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big fan of David Tennant’s funeral plans btw
#He’s going to donate all his organs and hair (and his skull probably)#And be dressed in merch for shows he’s been in and then stuffed in a suitcase#Which will be taken to the isle of cumbrae in Scotland by the pet shop boys the proclaimers and the housemartins (who will reunite for this#And Cynthia erivo Ariana grande and Idina Menzel would turn up and sing defying gravity#At which point the suitcase with his remains will ‘defy gravity’ and then be blown up#Also everyone gets free coke floats#His other option was to hold his funeral at a service station#And it’s ’going To be like Glastonbury’#I’m such a fan of this while line of thinking#He commits to the bit#Also his suitcase will say ‘Alonsy’#david tennant#georgia tennant
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need to see andrew garfield as monty in a gentlemans guide to love and murder soooo badly
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this week on game changer, I am faced with the realization that good actors are, in fact, good actors
#game changer#game changer spoilers#god they got me SOOO fucking good#truly was not expecting it at all#I really wanna rewatch it again with context now because like erika and izzy and jiavani especially i fully believed were fucked UP#but no they just! are like that!!#also in hindsight makes me respect sam/the showrunners even more#of COURSE he would get consent from them to drink on camera#of COURSE he would keep them sober for the duration of the episode anyway#like obv we’ve had drinking on game changer before (sam says 3) but that was fully voluntary on the party bus#and this would’ve been a ‘u gotta drink as part of the rules of the game’ thing instead#but nah they’re all sober as shit!#which makes all of their drunken kissing and ass touching etc both funnier and more fun to watch from the audience#bc u know their judgement isn’t impaired at all from alcohol#they’re just fully committing to the bit#yippee!!!!!
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my favourite genre of seventeen is when they're straight up lying
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#quite possibly the funniest still in the entire episode#“he's not that scary” with THREE WHOLE PEOPLE ON THE COUNTER#this is like the funniest episode of gose we've gotten in a while#gose writers understand the series and the medium so much they always know and commit to the funniest bit possible#i could write an essay on the going seventeen horror specials and how the writers subvert/evolve the going original episodes#the exit pass part of the episode was peak btw#i had to cross-reference their outfits + the next few camera angles + voices to figure out who the two crouched in front of jeonghan were#so if that wasn't them. rip.#seventeen#svt#going seventeen#gose#wonwoo#junhui#jeonghan#my art#fanart#art#comic#no watermark it's been 3 months since I've touched this account I forgor#dont repost or dk will start his 5 step donald duck zombie routine and you will not be able to escape.#i also need yall to know. when jun was zombie-talking to the exit pass people. he sounded like an angry bird.
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Phantom the new rogue in gotham.
Gotham's new rogue started out during Gotham's museum new night theme space area that started at 9pm. Unfortunately, close due to the repaired need to be done instead of opening today as Bruce and his fam were with them, along with other people, sadly disappointed. (The bats had to fight two rogues who ruined the space part of the museum the previous night for attempt stealing a priceless artifact from there)
The group were in the museum garden when out of nowhere, the doors were close shut with glowing green chains, locking the garden area of the museum became ice cold.
Was it Mr. Freeze? No he was at the other side of Gotham city.
The culprit was a very tall, long white-haired androgynous person in an ancient looking uniform with six glowing green eyes, pointy ears and sharpen teeths, four arms pulling out a comedically large machine from the sparkling starlight that was his gravity defying robe.
"I had enough of this city, no stars in the sky, not even a single gleam of fresh air in sight, and now the space area of museum is closed down for repairs! I destroy the accursed clouds the dare block my views!"
"Gotham city can thank me, Phantom later!" The being named Phantom said before any of the Bats could distract the obvious new rogue for some of them to escape. The being pressed the button, causing the machine to shift, literally draining the city electric power, turning a ray toward the darken clouds, glowing an ominous lararus Pit green color blasting straight toward the sky as people started panic and scream.
The entire smog clouds that were covering black out Gotham city were being filled and coated over by Lararus Pit green glow before suddenly it was shrinking, along with the clouds and the smog...
30 seconds in in, the dark sky clear of the clouds completely the night sky full of stars, the moon was full and beautiful. Bruce immediately looked down to where the rogue was only to find him gone, along with the machine.
People were staring in awe at the night sky.
The bats would have no clue what had happen as day break in the next day, gotham city having a clear sky day with not a tiny bit of smog out beside a powder white cloud here and there.
Cass is typing in chat with the other robins.
Black Bat: i can fix him 🦇
Part 2 -> here
#dpxdc#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp#dc x dp prompt#danny is the ghost king#danny moved into gotham for jazz#he went nearly insane without the stars for the pasted 7 months in#was praying that the space museum would curb stomp his idea to destroy that heavy cursed smog#only to find the space museum is close?!?#danny throw his thoughts of hiding from bat's radar out the window because angy danny is here#and he want stars#he going to get them stars#gotham city is heavily cursed and danny being chipping at it bit by bit#he legit became a new rogue for stars and to fixed gotham city spirit#he like doofenshmirtz but danny is commited to the bit#danny snuck back into the crowd easily in his human form
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Danny commits to the Bit a bit too hard...
So! For the first few weeks after his accident, whenever Danny would try to help the people of Amity Park, he would be treated as a Villain.
No matter if he had just defeated the Big Bad of the Week or saved a Cat from a tree, everybody in town only saw him as a Monster or Villain to he feared and hunted down. Danny was really getting sick of trying to get them on his side, until Sam made a suggestion.
"Why not just...play into it?" She said, barely looking up from painting her nails.
It was just an offhand suggestion, but it stuck with Danny. Why shouldn't he lean into it? The people of Amity Park already saw Ghosts as Evil, and they already assumed he was in cahoots with the Ghosts attacking the town. Why shouldn't he just...play into it?
So he does just that.
From that day on, whenever Phantom was spotted he would dramatically monologue about his Evil Plans, or claim that another Rogues attack on the City was his own act of terror.
Box Ghost destroys the towns Warehouses? It was on his orders.
Ember mind controls masses of Teenagers? All part of his Plans somehow.
Every Adult in Town is kidnapped by Young Blood? Danny gave them over to a friend as a Gift.
He crafts an identity for himself as the most Vile and Horrible Ghost that has ever attacked the City, using his own infamy to cement his legend even more firmly. The town only sees a Monsterous Villain, who has eveded capture near effortlessly for months on end, who constantly attacks their City and gets away with it.
Of course he still needs an excuse for how his plans keep getting stopped, and he gets it when his girlfriend Valerie becomes the Red Huntress. Before that, he just claimed infighting or the Fentons getting lucky, but Valerie becoming the Town's Hero meant he had a plausible excuse for how he kept getting "Foiled".
Val was suspicious, because she was not as involved as Phantom painted her to be, but in the end she had no proof of him faking his defeats. And she couldn't come up with any explanations for why he would do that in the first place. I mean, who would fake being a Supervillain? It had to he something else.
This did come back to bite him a while later, when the Justice League decided that enough was enough, and dispatched Justice League Dark to recruit Red Huntress and help Deal with him.
Coincidentally, that was the same day Pariah Dark attacked the Mortal Realm and sucked Amity Park into the Ghost Zone.
And honestly? Danny had spent over a Year proclaiming himself as a Villain who commanded Ghosts to attack the Human Realm, and he had heard about the Right of Conquest being Absolute in the Ghost Zone, so why not make it official? Why not overthrow the Ghost King, become the Ghost King, and cement his identity as a Villain while also forbidding Ghosts from entering the Human Realm without his permission?
He may have gotten a bit carried away and forgotten that the Villain thing was a disguise...but hey! He was still preventing Ghost Attacks! ...mostly. That's got to count for something right?
He may have let the Bit run a bit too far...
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Check the tags for more context!
#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dcxdp#Dc x dp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Danny is a Villain#Or he pretends to be a Villain#It started out as a Persona so he didn't have to keep justifying his existence to civilians and then spiraled out of control#He got a little too committed to the Bit#Danny claims that all Ghost Attacks are on his orders as a convenient excuse for being at the scene of every attack#He befriends a few of his Rogues and actually does command them sometimes to keep up the charade#They can indulge in their Obsessions from time to time and the Kid gets to keep up his weird Villain Act that he likes to do#It's a win-win#I wonder if Danny would try to recruit Vlad?#Or would Vlad fully buy into the Villain Persona and try to join Danny's team only for Danny to REPEATEDLY reject him?#“Why won't my incredible Villain Godson accept me?! And I not enough of a Villain for him?!” He cries to himself sometimes#Danny is the Ghost King#He just decided to overthrow Pariah when he attacked to cement his Villain Persona#And completely forgot that it was supposed to be a Persona for a minute there#JLD and Red Huntress are working overtime to defeat him#He is now the Next Big Threat™️ and doesn't even realize it#Sam and Tucker are just laughing theirs asses off at the mess he got himself into#Jazz is tired#And Val is wondering why her boyfriend is so awkward whenever she mentions Phantom
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Eddie almost becomes a 4th of July finger loss statistic and runs into a pair of sailors in the ER
cw: medical terminology, references to canon-typical gore
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Eddie can feel his uncle’s glare from the seat next to him. He’s resolutely ignoring it and also attempting to ignore the pulsing pain in his hand, which he’s currently pressing a damp kitchen towel to.
Wayne, apparently, isn’t having it. “You know how many people blow their fingers off on this day every year, boy?” He says slowly.
Eddie presses his lips together. When he can’t hold his thoughts back anymore he half-whispers, “Last time I checked, all my fingers were still attached to my body.”
“They better continue to be that way by tomorrow morning.” Wayne huffs and leans back in his chair. Arms crossed tight over his chest.
They sit in silence for about 5 minutes before the doors to the emergency room practically fly open. The sudden movement draws Eddie’s eye.
He’s met with possibly the last thing he expects. The first thing he registers is that two of the people who just entered appear to be dressed like cartoon sailors, and that one of the sailors also appears to have been recently hit by a car, then the car reversed, and ran him over again.
The second thing he realizes is that the roadkill sailor is the one and only Steve Harrington. Not only is he Steve Harrington, he’s Steve Harrington, clearly on drugs.
“Hopper, we told you,” Harrington attempts to sound convincing while teetering precariously with every step, “we feel fine. I don’t even think this is as bad as last time. Nobody even… smashed anything into my head.”
The other sailor, whom Eddie has just identified as Robin Buckley, band kid and on Eddie’s short list of suspected fellow freaks.
“Nope!” Robin giggles, “just ripped a few fingernails out.” She wiggles her own fingers in front of Hopper’s face, which at the moment is locked in a simultaneously horrified and exasperated expression.
Now that attention has been called to it, and all of Robin’s fingers seem intact, Eddie sneaks a glance at Harrington’s hands, the left one of which appears to have bandages that are becoming soaked through with blood on the index and middle fingers.
“Maybe nothing got smashed into you, but Wheeler mentioned something about you smashing a certain commandeered vehicle into a certain Camaro.” Hopper leans in and speaks in a growl Eddie assumes he thinks passes for whispering, while directing Harrington and Buckley into matching plastic chairs to the one Eddie is currently occupying.
He gapes at them and blinks a few times before turning to see what his uncle thinks of this whole scene. He finds Wayne watching the newcomers with a slight squint to his eyes and a slight raise to his right eyebrow. A clear sign that he is equal parts concerned, Eddie would assume for the obvious poor condition of at least one of the teens, and intrigued, but not intrigued enough to risk intervening and complicating his already very mentally taxing evening.
Before he can do anything about any part of this scenario, a nurse calls Eddie’s name and in a blink he’s being led into the next stage of the hell of his own making. At first it’s several minutes of answering questions, nurses looking very intently at the half burn/half gash in his hand, and antiseptic. Finally he’s left alone for a few moments while they let the topical numbing cream set in.
There are two other beds in the section he’s been taken to. One of them is currently occupied by an older man, accompanied by a younger woman in a plastic chair next to him. Both of them appear to be fast asleep. The other bed is empty. Or at least, it is until there’s a commotion from the hallway, and the sailors are being ushered in Eddies direction, toward the bed next to his. Eddie catches bits of the conversation that leads to the two-high-teenagers-for-one deal he’s about to get.
Robin’s almost frantic voice, “No! They can’t separate us! Last time we got split up-“
“It’ll be fine, Rob, these guys are probably American.” Steve cuts her off nonsensically. Eddie kind of wishes he was on whatever stuff Steve was right now.
“Considering what you’ve tried to explain so far, I don’t know how much better that is.” Robin says, giggling again.
Steve clumsily grabs her hand with his right one, reaching across is own body awkwardly to get to her, and missing on the first attempt. “You also need to get looked at, little miss ‘ask me tomorrow’.”
Robin cringes at him, “Ok now I will leave you alone so you don’t call me ‘little miss’ again.”
Eddie watches the nurses lead Robin further down the hallway, and Steve to the bed next to his own. They’re left alone briefly after Steve gets settled and the nurse has rushed off to find a doctor.
The other teen stares almost blankly at him for a long moment before he exclaims suddenly, startling Eddie, “Munson! From Biology! That’s why you seem familiar.”
“Harrington,” Eddie replies, “you are aware we shared more classes than the one Biology period, right?”
Harrington blinks slowly with the eye that isn’t swollen shut. “No, actually, I dunno if you noticed, but I was sort of an asshole in high school, so…” he wobbles his head back and forth, “I kind of only remember that time you passed out when we dissected that cow eye.”
“Ah,” Eddie rolls his eyes and nods, “so you were an asshole in high school, but you’re not anymore. Got it.” He’s really going over the top with the sarcasm, but Harrington doesn’t seem to catch on.
“Yup. Earlier Robin said that I really was, but I’m not anymore, and she’s usually right about most things, even though it’s super annoying when she is right, because she won’t shut up about it, and she remembers stuff, like how many times I’m wrong and what I’m wrong about and what I ate for breakfast in Mrs. Click’s class and-“
He’s cut off by the nurse from before returning. “Sorry for making you wait, hon, it’s a real circus here tonight. While we wait for the doctor, I’m gonna get you set up with some fluids. The EMTs said you were pretty dehydrated.”
When she brandishes the needle in preparation for placing the IV, Eddie notices all the color that isn’t bruising drain from Harrington’s face. He tries to subtly scoot away from her, but the movement is a little too rushed to come from anywhere but a sense of panic.
“O-oh, no that’s, I’m okay, no-no thanks.” He stutters out, his breath coming in quick and shallow now.
“Oh, hon, it’s okay to be afraid of needles,” the nurse says sweetly, “just look away and take deep breaths, and it’ll be over in a pinch.”
Harrington winces at that. “I-I’m really- it’s- I’m fine, you don’t-“
He stops abruptly when what sounds like a screamed “No!”echoes from down the hallway. It takes half a second longer for Eddie to place the voice as Robin Buckley’s than it apparently takes Steve, because Eddie blinks and Harrington’s off the bed and rushing toward the voice with a half-shouted “Robin!”
The nurse, it seems, is just as stunned as Eddie, and it’s a few seconds before she’s racing after him down the hallway.
It isn’t until his stitches are almost halfway done that Harrington returns, now closely followed by Chief Hopper, and lead gingerly by the elbow by the nurse. The IV situation appears to have been solved, as he is now rolling a drip bag on a stand with his free hand.
Once Harrington is returned to his bed, Hopper leans over him slightly in what Eddie recognizes as his attempt to be intimidating. “Now listen closely, Harrington. You are going to stay right there in this bed, and do whatever Annette here asks you to do until I get back. Do I make myself clear?”
Steve stares at him open mouthed for a moment, before he starts giggling. “Huh, Mike’s right, you do have a little vein that pops out right…” he reaches up to try and poke Hopper in the forehead.
Before Hopper smacks his hand away, Eddie notices a thick band of bruising around Harrington’s wrist, adding to the already massive pile of questions he has about whatever series of events led to those two landing themselves here.
Steve is still giggling when Hopper stands back up, dragging a hand down his face. “Look. Just stay put for 20 minutes. Someone still has to call your damn parents.”
“Good luck with that,” Harrington says wearily to Hopper’s back as he retreats back toward the waiting room.
With all the commotion, Eddie almost forgets he’s currently getting his hand sewn back together. A distraction he’s secretly grateful for, since he was starting to get a little light headed thinking about it.
“Well, Eddie, that should be it,” the doctor says, patting the fresh bandage gently, “I’ll get someone to take care of your discharge papers and you’ll be on your way.”
Eddie gives a thumbs up with the hand that did not get nearly exploded several hours ago. As the doctor leaves, Eddie realizes he is once again left alone with Harrington. He can only handle about two minutes of the silence before he blurts out. “Ok, man, I’m dying to know. What the hell happened to you? You look like you rolled down a rocky cliffside for like a day straight.”
Harrington chuckles, “I feel like that.” He doesn’t say anything for a long moment before he apparently realizes Eddie asked him a question. “Oh, uh, the mall burned down.”
“Starcourt? The brand new mall?”
Harrington nods. “Yup.” He pops the p.
“Wh-” Eddie blinks at him in disbelief, “and you and Buckley..?”
“We were there, yeah.” He says it so nonchalantly Eddie almost thinks he’s messing with him.
“Right…” Eddie starts, not sure where he’s going before one of the questions swirling around his brain tumbles out of his mouth “so the mall was burning down and someone ripped your finger nails off?”
Harrington sits up straight, “How did you-?”
“I was in the waiting room when you came in,” Eddie answers in a rush, “overheard you and Buckley.”
“Oh.” Harrington says, then blinks slowly a few times and Eddie can almost hear him thinking. “Umm, no that happened… before the fire.” He finally says, frustratingly vague.
“Right, and the…” Eddie gestures vaguely to his own face in leu of actually asking.
Harrington hums. “Uhh, I think… falling debris…” he nods to himself, “yeah, you know, chunks of burning mall.” He mimes something falling from the sky and makes a cartoon explosion sound. Eddie’s not totally inclined to believe him, especially since he just noticed the finger shaped bruising on Harringtons arms.
“You think?” He presses.
Harrington huffs, almost like a kid throwing a tantrum. “Look man, I’m like super ultra concussed and on some kind of mystery drugs so my memory is like…” he flaps a hand around for a second, then lands on a thumbs down, “at the moment.”
Eddie nods. “Right, yeah, sorry.” Eddie puts his uninjured hand up in surrender, “Just, my curious nature, man.”
Steve shrugs, then winces. “Okay, my turn.” He points to Eddie’s bandaged hand, “What happened there?”
“Awesome firework experiment gone wrong.” Eddie says, deliberately not elaborating. It’s apparently enough for Steve who nods knowingly.
Another silence settles over the room, this time less awkward, but Eddie still feels the need to break it. “Okay this is my last question for real.” Harrington sighs, but motions for him to go on. “The outfit?”
He squints at Eddie for a moment. “Did you ever like, actually go to the mall?”
“Once. And it confirmed my suspicions that the whole thing was a capitalist nightmare that I in no way belonged within a thousand foot radius of.” Eddie proclaiming proudly.
Steve looked at him like he was speaking Spanish. “Um, sure. Yeah. That’s probably true.” He picks at some of the blood that has dried on the collar of his shirt. “Robin and I work, or, I guess worked, now that it doesn’t exist anymore, but, anyway it’s this ice cream place, and it’s like, ocean themed for some reason, so… sailors.”
The mood seems to have shifted slightly. Harrington’s no longer looking at him, instead focusing on his shoes, which also appear to be smudged with blood. No trace of the half smile that had been lingering from his random fits of giggles. With the way he’s fidgeting, it almost seems like he’s nervous.
Eddie decides the best way out of this is to pretend like he doesn’t notice and hope he can get the vibe back on track. “That sounds like the most ridiculous business I’ve ever heard of.”
Steve lets out a halfhearted chuckle. “Yeah, it was pretty stupid.”
They are both saved from trying to come up with a new direction for the conversation to go by the entrance of Robin Buckley, who is toting her own rolling stand of IV fluid with her.
“Dingus!” She calls, and Eddie notes the way Harrington relaxes slightly at seeing her. “I’m completely healthy!”
Steve mimes clapping and Robin bows dramatically. “I… am not.”
Robin taps his knee. “I could have probably told you that.” Her gaze scans the room, then catches on him. “Hey, you’re the guy that runs the D&D group, right?”
“In the flesh,” Eddie says, spreading his arms wide.
Robin cringes again. “Ew, don’t say flesh. I’ve had too much flesh for one day.”
Steve nods next to her. “He blew up his hand with fireworks.”
Robin gasps, “Really?” She turns to Steve, “I totally thought we were gonna do that, but” she holds out her hands, and while they themselves seem fine, Eddie notices the bruising on her wrists that match Harrington’s, “all my fingers. Intact.”
“That makes one of us,” he smirks and makes eye contact with Eddie.
“Did you know that on the Fourth of July, over 30% of hospital visits are related to injuries from fireworks” Robin says unprompted.
“Why would I know that.” Steve says flatly, “Why do you know that?”
Robin shrugs, “I read.”
It’s then that a nurse comes back to get Eddie out of there. As he goes, Steve waves a goodbye to him that he awkwardly returns. As he leaves them behind he hears Robin ask, “Did Johnathan Byers cut open a girl’s leg, or was that the drugs?”
He shakes his head as he returns to the waiting room, resigned to never have answers to his mountain of questions.
#un-fake-kills Hopper for this because i like hom and want him here#*raises hand* i think it’s funny if Eddie is squeamish with his whole metal aesthetic he’s got going on#idk if they were dissecting cow eyes in the 80s but I dissected like 3 cow eyes in the course of my high school career#i took a lot of science classes and they make you dissect a lot of stuff#anyway#apologies to those of you who were expecting an update of the other fic thos one simply possessed me#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#jim hopper#stranger things#and another thing!#i think they should have committed to the bit and taken some of Steve’s fingernails away from him#and im not afraid to say it!
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hear me out, danny speaking russian (dc x dp hc)
so i was just watching a video about space, right? allegedly, turns out if you (an american) wanna board the international space station you must speak russian fluently since the only way to get there is by a russian shuttle and pilot (nasa apparently ended their own shuttle program way back when??) (don’t quote me on this)
so picture danny learning russian at a relatively young age for the sole hope of going to space and such, and it coming out every once in a while when he’s mumbling or something like that (it’s basically second nature to him)
so danny ends up at gotham for whatever reason (demon twins, reveal gone wrong, idc, they’re all cool) and he wants to start anew, so he pretends to only speak russian?? ig?? it’d make for some funny/interesting BatFam interactions i suppose
i don’t know where i was going with this but i want to read prompts of danny speaking russian
#danny phantom#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#one of the bats walks up to him like#dude you’re not supposed to be at an abandoned warehouse why are you here#and he just says the russian equivalent of no habla ingles#what’s funnier is that they’ve seen him talking in english with literally everyone else#he only speaks in russian with the bats#and it drives them NUTS#and he’s having the time of his life#i think the first time a bat spoke to him he was a bit sleep deprived or something#but he isn’t danny COMMIT TO THE BIT fenton for nothing#dc x dp crossover#dp x dc crossover#story prompt#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp prompt#bat family#batman#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#stephanie brown#damian wayne#cassandra cain#duke thomas
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The feral cat gator of a 13 year old freshly scarred Zuko being forcibly adopted by the foggy swamp tribe! Bonus points if they willfully ignore the fact he's a firebender and treat him as a very strange waterbender bending-wise
It was Earth Kingdom ships that drove the metal one onto the reefs, so when the little thing came crawling up through the marsh spitting and hissing and dressed in red, they knew it weren’t no earthbender. No matter how much mud it had tripped in, trying to find where the ground stopped sucking at its feet.
“Wow-ee,” said Old Earl, “that sure is one way of keepin’ off the ‘squito-chiggers.”
And they all watched from Big Earl’s porch, sitting or rocking, as them bugs came for the all-you-can-eat and ended up on the bar-b-que.
“Sure is some weird bending,” said Little Earl, who was taller than Big Earl, but when they'd been twelve and they’d wrestled for the title it hadn't been Little Earl who’d won.
The little thing looked maybe twelve, too. And he was little little. But he had that same look like he was going to shove someone’s face in the mud until they said otherwise, as he stood there all panting and dripping and just realizing they’d been watching him this whole time.
“It’s firebending,” the one-kid mud-wrestler said, as bugs kept pop-snapping into flames around him.
Old Earl cupped a hand over his ear, like he couldn’t hear. And he kept doing it, while the kid got louder and louder about that bending of his, but quieter and quieter about looking at them like they were his next bugs.
“Oh, firebending,” Old Earl said, nodding like he’d only just got it, when the kid had stomped straight up to his chair. “Right, right, Old Jane’s got fire-water-bending, too. Why don’t you take him to her, boys.”
“It’s not-- ugh,” shouted the kid, but maybe he only had the one volume. Certainly only had the one volume for stomping, even though stomping was what got a fellow’s shoes shoved down so deep in the mud they’d be seeing them again as mole-shrimp hats. Not that the kid had shoes. Neither did Earl, Earl, or Earl. ‘Cept for Fancy Earl, but he’d gone off to Ba-Singing-Se, to be fancy.
Anyway, Old Jane was the best at turning anything and everything into fire water, which was the kind of thing a fellow called his or her liquor when they wanted fancy folk to keep right on walking. Was really good for making shouty little firebrands take their naps, too, which let Old Jane get her glowing mitts all over that fresh burn of his. And the love-bites from the shark-wrasses that had probably been half the reason the kid had come a-shore all a-shouting in the first place.
“Nope,” diagnosed Old Jane, when the kid woke back up. “That’s just how he talks. Mother was a screamer-bird, I’d say.”
“You take that back about my mother,” screamed their screamer-bird, who had pretty good hearing for someone who’s ear had lost the same fight as his eye. Anyway, Old Jane had done the best she could about both, and nothing was on fire that shouldn’t be, and she had that extra quilt she’d been working on that needed a body under it
And the waves and the shark-wrasses had all the rest of the kid’s crew
So sure enough they set their little screamer-bird up with a nest and let him cry loud as he wanted.
Anyway, if there was one thing Earl Earl Earl and Jane knew, it was how to make a joke so good the other person didn’t even know it were a joke.
“Firebending,” their little fledgling shouted, and waved his arms around, like all that fire pointed at no one was going to get them startled off.
“A-yep,” nodded Old Earl. “That there is some fire-water-bending. Just like Old Jane.”
Old Jane wasn’t the kind of gal who showed off, but she wasn’t the kind who missed no cue, either. She swirled a lick o’ liquor out of her latest barrel and twirled it ‘round and straight into her mouth, and when she spit it out, it looked so much like the little bird’s breath-o’-fire that he didn’t even notice the spark rocks she kept on her fingers as jewelry. No one did, ‘til they’d seen the trick a few times.
The kid’s mouth hung open so low and so long, a moth-tick flew in. That was some kind of life lesson, that was. The swamp was good at sending those.
The Earth Kingdom sent troops a-stompin’ through, losing boots and scaring catigators out of their sunning spots left and right, askin’ all rumbly about those fires they’d spotted, and if anyone from that shipwreck had made it on shore, and talkin’ about how there’d be money in it for them if they made that last answer a “yes,” sounding like Fancy Earl and all his talk about commerce and living standards.
“Got a few parts of them ship people in the lagoon,” Big Earl said. “Probably still floatin’ if you want ‘em. But we better bring the shrimp-minnow nets, ‘cuase they’ll just slosh on through the turtle-sturgeon ones.”
“...No thank you,” the head stomper said, like sayin’ polite words made a fellow a polite man. He’d tracked those boots of his right up onto their porch without so much as a scuff on their mud rug. Even the kid had used the mud rug. “And the fire?”
“Oh,” said Little Earl, with a grin, “that was Old Jane.”
And she did her trick again, only less tricky, so they could see the spark rocks real good. “You boys want some fire water?” she offered. “It ain’t blinded no one who wasn’t already headed that way.”
They didn’t want any, which was grand, ‘cause she hadn’t really been offering.
When the last of them had gone stomping off back to the kind of land that let people stomp it, it took them two whole hours to lure out the catigators from under the porch. And their little screamer bird, too.
“...Why didn’t you turn me in?”
“What?” asked Old Earl, cupping his ear.
“Why—”
“What?”
“—didn’t—”
“WHAT?”
“—you—”
“Speak up, boy,” Old Earl said. “I never heard such a quiet child.”
And boy, did that set their bird back to singing.
#Three years later#Aang comes face to face with a firebender in the swamp#NO says the firebender#who has seen this particular vision Too Many Times and is Not Impressed that this time it can follow him home#avatar the last airbender#atla#zuko#swamp benders 4 best benders#AU where Katara wants to murder Zuko not because he betrays them#but because he has fully committed to the fire-water-bender bit#and keeps trying to compare waterbending notes with her#Jet in Ba Sing Se: HE'S A FIREBENDER#Zuko with a totally straight face: I have spark rocks
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Thinking about the fact that, to pull Gale from the stone and get him in the game at all, you have to decide to try to touch an extremely dangerous looking swirling mass of unstable magic. Something that is, objectively, a terrible idea
Like, the options it gives you are to either touch the sigil or leave, and if you leave you just... don't get Gale in the party
You have to take the risk. You have to let your curiosity override your common sense. You have to look at this unstable, possibly dangerous malfunctioning magic sigil and go "...Ok, but what if I poke it?"
In short, to get Gale in your party, you have to do exactly what he would in that situation, and indulge in a moment of reckless curiosity. And I just think that's delightful
#meta#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#i'm positive this has all been said before but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#on a meta-gaming level of course it's just a matter of committing to the bit#the equivalent of that time in an actual dnd game when i said ''idk guys this sounds like a plot hook. we should probably go check it out''#but on a watsonian/character level? objectively not a great choice safety-wise#my husband for instance completely missed gale at first because he went ''...i'm not touching that thing it seems dangerous''#and idk. i just kinda love that for him. perfect introduction. nice little litmus test for if you can handle his chaos lol
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As Gravity Falls reenters the void, and the inevitably of fanfiction begins to recirculate, there is a comment I fear I must send out to the general public.
As a trans man who gets, like, -1 representation in shows that aren’t explicitly about queer people, I often will latch onto characters that inexplicably have The Trans (TM) written into their bones, which includes Dipper Pines. And, as one might expect, I turn to my silly little A03 account to get my fix of representation and enjoyment of many a trans dilemma. Unfortunately, this is where my qualms get given the spotlight.
This is a generalization, but it seems as though every single godforsaken fic about trans!Dipper (I see this in the Spider-Man fandom a lot too, but that’s a conversation for a different day) he loses all his unhingedness, all his insanity, and is boiled down to a weak and sad little uwu trans boy who can’t handle his own dysphoria and falls apart at every slight inconvenience?
You’re telling me DIPPER, the same man who got called weak one (1) time and then disappeared into the woods for a solid 12 hours and came back half naked and rambling about positive vs toxic masculinity and manotaurs, is going to get misgendered and fall completely and utterly apart? You seriously think he’s going to have a run in with somebody who tries to bully him for being trans and he isn’t going to read them to filth? Are we forgetting that this is the same man who spent a whole episode learning about how to live and let live and then STILL told Pacifica her family was a sham with the mic-drop line of “deal with it”?????
Like good lord, please give this man some credit. I’m not saying he can’t have panic attacks, or trauma, or be treated differently by certain people, but it is the year of our lord and savior 2024 and we are STILL infantilizing trans men in fanon versions of media???
All I’m saying is if Mabel gets to keep her unhinged characteristics, you gotta let Dipper keep his too. Let Dipper punch a transphobe, as a treat.
#gravity falls#gravity falls dipper#dipper pines#gravity falls mabel#mabel pines#trans man#like please guys give the dude some credit#we really need to get over this whole babying trans men thing#sure there are bigger world problems at hand than representation in fanfiction#but I feel like the world would be a bit better if we just let dipper be as insane as he really is#you think grunkle Stan WOULDNT encourage him to commit acts of violence against transphobes? please
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do you ever think about how wild it must have been for solas to experience any physical contact after his 5000 year nap and one year of wandering around as an apostate hobo. i think about this a normal amount
#i think perhaps if solas got 2 or 3 hugs he would've fully spilled all the lore and retired instead of committing any schemes#dragon age#solas#solavellan#jpg#OK that's enough nonsense now i have to do my actual work#he's a bit james mcavoycore bc that's what the reference i dredged out was#that dude has eyes like 🥺 all the time
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Sorry but we as a fandom do not talk about bigb enough
he’s really out here killing Cleo his day one ally in last life because of boogy man like if he had any sense he’d understand Cleo would never forgive him
2 of his deaths in last life were done by his previous allies
He comes up with an alter ego to hide from his murder of Cleo and names himself terry
Terry???
Like no one is out here doing it like he is
Then we have double life which in fandoms eyes he might as well be home wrecking two of the fandom’s biggest ships
Like being in a really complicated relationship with ren where he cheats on him like all he gets out of a relationship with Grian isn’t cookies
In limited life him and Pearl were allies and then ruined it with every single person on that server
His biggest downfall in fighting with people he isn’t allied with is being muted he gets out of being murdered in several times through sweet talking people
Like secret life he gets a red name task first ep and then makes it a personality trait
Making the motherfucking backrooms in a death game
Then of course as soon as someone asks he teams up with them and abandons the previous aesthetic doing a full 180 with pink and hearts and cherry wood
Like actually no one is doing it like he is
#the bit he commits to is the aesthetic#no loyalty only the funnies and most dramatic option#mcyt#life series#traffic life smp#bigbst4tz2#bigb tag#bigb#such a silly guy#and he’s hot#grian#zombie cleo#Lizzie kills him too I don’t remember why though#pearlescentmoon#last life#double life#limited life#secret life#terry#rendog#ldshadowlady
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thinking about the way ghost doesn't hesitate to start killing shadows when graves betrays them but soap only takes one hostage
you can almost hear the voice in his head telling him it doesn't have to be this way; they can still talk it out
"i'm calling shepherd"
his first instinct when confronted with betrayal is to play it by the books: to go up the chain. that goes against everything we've seen him do. he bucks authority at every chance except for the one time he's confronted with the barrels of his allies' guns
he wants a peaceful resolution; for the first time we've ever seen, he doesn't want violence to be the answer. there has to be another fix, a solution that doesn't end with him killing the same men he's been working with; his friends
nothing's happened yet
it doesn't have to go this way
but ghost has been betrayed before. he knows the way this ends; either with him six feet under or his enemy
he doesn't hesitate
it's only when they knock alejandro out that soap shoots; when they spill the first blood and cross a line they can never come back from
only when ghost orders him to run and he has to cover his retreat
and somewhere along the line, between civilians’ screams and taunting voices, between his shaking breath and ghost steady in his ear, that naivety is stripped away; his trust turned to teeth that he uses to sink into throats of men he'd have given his life for
"be careful who you trust, sergeant; people you know can hurt you the most"
he's learned the price of trust
just like ghost did
but unlike ghost, he has someone to guide him through the aftermath
"good advice, It"
#im gonna add these to my notfics on ao3 i think i have a Lot of these floating around#a bit shorter than my other metas but i think its something that gets missed when people talk about alone#soap is a violent man#his career literally trains him to shoot first ask questions later#and yet he still tries his best to avoid blood when faced with betrayal#and you realise it actually does fit him#soap cares about the men he serves with#he wants to save the men at the crash site he checks on a downed soldier he asks about civilians about alejandros family#hes very tuned into the people around him#and he cant turn that off until hes forced to#until graves gives him a reason to hate him#and all of that previous care and consideration goes out the window#‘makes me want to commit a few war crimes of my own’#dont cross soap#you want like what happens if you do#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#talk meta to me#soap cod#john soap mactavish#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#meta#phillip graves#graves cod#save post
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have you been keeping up with gozyuger? it's just... truly wild to watch
OKAY I'm finally caught up! and...wild is an understatement, huh! getting some real Donbros energy off of this one (in the best of ways though really) (just all kinds of super weird and super fun! 💍) (...also the blue ranger might have murdered a child?) (I mean probably not) (they wouldn't. but.) (what if)
I'm especially fond of Bouquet and Fire Candle, just because they encapsulate the two modes of my brain at any given moment
#art#super sentai#gozyuger#gif warning#gifs that will AVENGE CASSIUS FOR HE WAS THE BEST OF US warning#i was unsure at first based on a lot of the promo stuff but thankfully the show just immediately started throwing sausages around#now we're six episodes in and i'm already like...what can i even say about this. how do you expand upon such (mwah) chef's kiss#i don't know why 'supernaturally youthful-looking elderly man goes incognito as a high school student' is the hot new trope#but oh boy am i glad it is!#he hasn't even had a proper focus episode since his intro and i'm already pushing everyone else out of the way to get at him#(jk jk the others are also great) (hoeru is no. 1 in not knowing what the FUCK is going on at any given point and that's his true power)#god i love sentai#someone at toei said 'okay so our theme this year is rings'#'how do we want to interpret this'#so of course they decided on ALL OF THE POSSIBLE WAYS#we got jewelry! wrestling! random circles everywhere! EXTENSIVE wedding theming for the absolute heck of it!#also inexplicably street fighter WHY NOT#someday i hope to find something i can commit to with even a fraction of the strength as sentai commits to its bits
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[dbhc flavored] Hermit a Day May: Day 31 — Ren!
#WE MADE IT!!! YIPPEEEEEE!!!!!#hermitcraft#hermitaday#hermitadaymay#dbhc#dbhc ren#dbhc art#dbhc doc#renthedog#rendog#ren#doc#docm77#art escapades#hermitcraft au#early deviant doc my BELOVED <3333#Ren: haha at the point you might as well lose the double layers am I right <joke#doc: oh true. labcoat only it is#and then he never went back#if doc learns one thing about humans it’s that they always commit to the bit#also I forgot I was going “dbhc flavored’’ at the beginning of these posts so let me casually go add that DGJBDJFGNCGH#TO ALL OF THE ONES I FORGOT LOL
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