A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc
"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."
"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.
"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.
"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"
"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.
"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."
"This is where I live."
"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"
"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"
"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."
"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."
"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."
"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"
"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"
"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"
"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"
"Please, call me Bruce."
"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."
Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.
"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."
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the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)
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SUB KEN SATO PLEASEEEEEEEE I BEG YOUUUU
sub!kenji who wanted to hold up to a dominant image of himself at first, but can't help but melt when you genuinely take care of him, not expecting for anything back, just because you want to take care of him
sub!kenji that blushes furiously when you called him a "good boy" when he had finally ate a proper meal after overworking himself with baseball training. he starts taking better care of himself, looking up for your praises when you find out he had 8 proper hours of sleep
sub!kenji that lets out a whine the first time you bite down his sensitive neck, making him clasp a hand over his mouth as he looks away, embarrassed. you put his hand away, telling him that you loved his noises
sub!kenji that has to hold your hand when you are riding him. his mind gets so fuzzy that, even though you're bouncing on top of him, he still needs to feel you even closer. if you let go for even a second, he lets out a cry
sub!kenji who's body became oversenstive since you were touching him at any given opportunity. his nipples became more sensitive, and every time he wears any shirt and the frabic brushes over them, his body trembles at the stimulation. he ends up covering them with bandaids :(
sub!kenji who looks forward to coming home, after a long day of being ken sato, the baseball star, and simply be your kenji, that loves kisses and cuddles. he loves to lay his head on your lap, your fingers running through his hair.
sub!kenji who might had a hard time distaching himself from that confident persona he had created for the public to be vulnerable in your presence. but once he noticed that you loved taking care of him, that that's what bringed you pleasure, he worked on being more open with you, and your way of thanking him is on every kiss and hug that you give him
sub!kenji that honestly just wants to be pampered. he works so hard everyday :( <3
sub!kenji that deserves all the love <333
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help siraj rebuild his home! 🇵🇸🏡
speaking to siraj (@siraj2024) earlier today, he told me that he wasn't able to make the trip to a wifi hotspot and promote his campaign yesterday — or continue his tireless updates on the state of things in gaza — because his little boy has contracted a serious infection, one of the many illnesses spreading through the refugee tent camp that the family are stuck in. siraj, his wife, and their two very young children need a safe shelter, now.
support from people on tumblr meant siraj's fundraiser was able to reach its 2nd goal of $20 000 CAD, and now we need to help the abudayeh family reach $30 000 CAD. (siraj hopes to meet this goal by sunday 11/08.) the money will go toward food and medicine, but more importantly toward building supplies that siraj will use to rebuild his home and create a safe shelter for his family.
if you're able to donate, please do. otherwise, please reblog, or else reblog one of siraj's own posts. (by the way, if you're american, your $5 donation is actually nearly $7 CAD. your money goes a LOT further than you guys realise. and any donation helps.)
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Idea Dp x dc - Amnesia
Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't understand the idea.
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What an unpleasant color. That was the first thought he had upon waking up in a hospital and seeing the white walls.
They told him he had amnesia due to the damage caused to his head. It wasn't that he had simply forgotten everything; he still remembered what common objects like a door or an apple were. He also knew what eating, going to the bathroom, brushing his teeth, or any other daily activity was. But he simply couldn't remember... certain things.
Like his name, important events in his life, people... He couldn't remember anyone. Not even the boy who threw himself on him, crying and apologizing, saying that all of this was his fault for being too slow.
Apparently, this boy was his boyfriend.
And he was right, because something in his chest twisted when he saw that cute boy crying. He doubted it was his heart; it was more like a kind of feeling, a sort of instinct that hated seeing that cute boy cry.
"It's okay, don't cry, it's okay, I'm fine." He hugged the other man, stroking his hair and saying sweet things to try to calm him down.
Jason Todd started crying again.
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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't understand the idea.
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