#daniel sharp

[timeisamanysplendoredthing]

Sketch of the Month for me comic. The votes were for "Daniel as a paladin" and I think he'd be a bad person if he was a paladin.

[sharpjay217]

I’m currently rewatching Stargate SG-1 and this just hit like a fucking truck and I desperately need to talk about it.

There’s this moment, barely a few seconds long, in S2ep7 of Stargate SG-1, “Message in a Bottle,” that I didn’t even notice on my first watch through. The team is talking to a frightened alien that has infected O’neill and poses a world-ending threat. They’re trying to bargain with it, come to an understanding, and the alien is using O’neill’s emotions and memories to try to reckon with trusting them.

Now, a consistent theme with O’neill, especially in the early seasons, that his emotions are only expressed when it isn’t him speaking. Daniel explains O’neill’s past to Carter, the clone seeks out his ex and paves the path for apologizes, this infection. Only when an outside force pushes him to express something, does he ever.

And this alien that has infected him, expressing it’s will to survive, says “O’neill desires this as well. He wishes to live.”

It then turns, pointedly, to look at Daniel. Daniel, the only other member of the cast from the original movie. The only character who was there to see O’neill at his worst, who went with him on what O’neill knew was a suicide mission.

Daniel, who knew the O’neill who wanted to die.

Dnaiel, who convinced him to try finding a purpose in protecting people again.

The camera lingers on Daniel’s face for a moment, before the alien looks away again. The conversation continues. It’s been said, and said to the person who probably needed to hear it most.

O’neill wants to live.

[fascinationstreetmp3]

I have what you're looking for. High quality. Befitting a man of my tastes. I have a room over on Divisadero, not too far a walk.

[dykesynthezoid]

The thing about Armand’s gentleness in 2x05 is yeah Daniel literally offered to suck his dick out of desperation earlier but. God. Daniel’s whole charade of using drugs as an excuse to have sex with men is like… presumably he’s only ever getting quick fucks while high or strung out. And with how many substances he’s often taking in those situations there’s honestly a chance he’s not even getting off half the time. It’s like… he’s chasing the motion of it, the high of just acting it out. Those experiences can’t possibly be really fulfilling or satiating. But he keeps chasing it anyway, bc it’s the only outlet he has for those impulses, that need.

And what he’s definitely not getting from men is affection. Guys aren’t stopping to pet his hair and rub his back after he blows them for coke. He probably doesn’t usually even get kissed. And if he has to justify his desire to have sex with men by seeing it as a transaction, there’s no way he’s even allowing himself to acknowledge he might also want affection from them. Bc that, well that’d be crazy.

Like yeah Daniel got almost murdered and then tortured for several days, but Louis and Armand also both gave him things he wouldn’t have been getting from his other interactions with men. Genuine companionship and emotional connection, and physical softness and affection. And after days of searching Daniel’s mind, Armand must have known how he never got those things, how much he couldn’t let himself want them. And Armand touches him so tenderly. Grants him that little bit of relief, that acceptance before the end. No more fighting it.

[collegeboysam]

armand's fuckass apology going "oh, did i inflict some psychological horrors upon you in san francisco and then made you forget? sorry I GUESS 🙄. i just think is funny that you care for your mind's wellbeing now after you were SNORTING COCAINE" is soooooo petty and angering, all while daniel makes faces, sarcastic jabs and rolls his eyes anytime armand opens his mouth. i know their couple fights back in the day were so good and i'm not beyond begging like a dog to see them

[jewelsli]

DC X DP X Captain Marvel/Shazam (Part 2)

Before I continue, here’s a real quick Headcannon for this, so when Danny became the ghost prince, it was a pretty big deal, but since he didn’t want to deal with all the fame stuff he made sure only the people who needed to know were informed(this includes the champion of magic and the lords or order and chaos(they don’t know exactly who he is just that there’s a new ghost prince)). Sam is the new fright knight (the old one is training her), Danielle and Dan are also royals, Tuck and jazz are helping in different areas too (tuck is a kinda judge and jazz is helping new ghosts and getting everyone some therapy). The Champion of magic and Ruler of the Infinite realms interact a lot and are two of the greatest forces in the universe, they also help each other to stop entire universes from dying(Infinite realms is the stuff between universes and the Rock of Eternity connects every universe and supplies it w/ magic), anyway with that out of the way…

here’s the next part! (Once again I am not the greatest writer so don’t expect anything to amazing)(also I mostly know about billy through fanfics and have yet to read the original comics)

(oh also Danny looks his normal age here, he lets a bit of his eldritch form leak into him so he looks older at the JL)

Danny glanced around the room that the meeting was taking place in, it was different from most of the infinite realms, in a way that it just felt more… it felt like how pop rocks taste, sweet but sharp. It was different from the spiky citrusy(or maybe metal?) feeing that most of the realms had. Clockwork had told him it was because they were in a pocket dimension between the infinite realms and some place called the Rock of Eternity(wait hadn’t marvel mentioned something like that?), so there was more magic here then usual. The sound of a door opening caught his attention and he swiftly turned to see the door opposite to the one he had come from open as a small figure stepped through.

A small figure with a very familiar aura(I can’t remember the word I want to use so whatever) stood in the doorway.

After the door closed and the harsh backlighting disappeared he could see more of the kid(who looks his age), they were wearing golden sandals with what looked like wings on the sides, a robe? Thing??? Whatever they called those back then, which was white with golden edges(think how cap’s cape looks), he also wore one of the golden leaf crown thingamajigs around his head. The kid was holding a lightning staff that was taller then they were and had a matching lighting bolt amulet. Overall they looked like some sort of Greek or Roman royal, or at least how he would imagine them.

The champion seemed to be surveying him in the same way, from his crown of black fire and ectoplasm, to his cape of stars, why yes he was extremely fashionable, thank you for noticing! He cleared his throat before holding out his hand to the kid, “Danny Phantom, prince of the Infinite Realms.” He introduced, the kids eyes widened for a moment before they reached forwards and shook his hand, he saw the Lichtenberg figures tracing along his arms, similar to his own scars from the portal, but while his were an ectoplasmic green, the other’s looked like they were inlaid with gold. “Marvel, champion of magic,” he finally introduced.

wait-

They both stared at each other for a few moments, finally the other kid spoke up. “I knew you felt different from a normal ghost!” He exclaimed with a smile, letting go of his hand as Danny paused for a moment longer. “So THATS how you knew there was a new prince!” He said with the same smile as he put the pieces together, he had thought it was strange for a random leaguer who was only supposed to be mildly magical to know. Said kid laughed as he nodded, “Nice to have another kid on the league then, assuming you aren’t actually an immortal who just looks like a kid at least.” Marvel commented. Danny was struck by inspiration and(before his brain remembered that he was supposed to be acting all princely or whatever) quickly said, “We’re just like that Spider-Man meme!!!” And thankfully didn’t have to immediately regret it when Marvel seemed to agree. A noise if someone clearing their throat startled the boys.

“I’m glad to see that you two get along with one another,” Clockwork said with a sigh of exasperation, “But in case you forgot you are here to discuss the fact that a recent use of magic by the Sorcerer Supreme In Earth M-A73 has destabilized the universe and nearby realms.” Marvel looked surprised by his appearance but by now Danny was used to it. “Yes Clockwork we know.” He said in as annoying of a polite tone as he could manage, the entity sighed and faded away, he turned to the Champion ready to discuss the problem-

“WAS THAT CRONOS?!?!” He asked… maybe Earth M-A73 could wait for a bit.

[thekenobee]

Sharpe + Text Post (Part 22)

[phantomsofmyformerself]

messy polycule for the win

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

✨ My Favorite Fashion Moments from Daniel Brühl ✨

[thefugitivesaint]

Charles William Sharpe (1818-1899) (after Daniel Maclise), 'Undine', ''The Art Journal'', Vol. 1, 1855 A 2016 post I made on this painting should you want to see it in color.

[chiropteracupola]

Our wassail is made of the elderberry bough / And so my good neighbors we'll drink unto thou / Besides all on earth, you have apples in store / Pray let us come in for it's cold by the door...

[have put the good-quality file of this up for pay-what-you-want on ye olde ko-fi in case you want to print this out and use it for its intended purpose. send it to your grandma. send it to your friends. send it to bernard cornwell on facebook. if you want.]

[4th-make-quail]

Daniel Molloy -> Outfits through s2

[rockyteriyaki]

okay SO my beloved ezra @hellohallowedhalo inquired after my tags on this post, which made me realize that my FIRST EVER F1 FIC is almost an entire year old (??????) and THEN i read THIS MASTERPIECE by @fast-burn and it set off a nuclear bomb inside my head...so i wrote a free-use-ish factory followup to RSWT. thank you all for one year of freaky derangement <3333 ily

Daniel leaves Red Bull as a driver and becomes—he doesn’t even know what to call it. In his contract, it says ambassador. On suspended Twitter accounts, they call him a blood bank.

Max doesn’t know about that part, because Max doesn’t have Twitter, and even if he did he wouldn’t be term-searching his own name with asterisks in the vowel places like a nutter. Daniel’s people tell him soothingly to block and report, if he insists on being on social media in the first place, and Daniel does–he reports. He doesn’t block. Sometimes, he screenshots.

It had been a leap, obviously, to go from–from a driver, incidentally bound to the whole blood thing, to then this: a full-time gig. A singular purpose. They’d gone over the language of the contract in more detail than Daniel thought was possible, rewording and reworking every point until it maybe resembled something that seemed less obviously like exploitation, but even after it was all printed out with the little RBR letterhead, it felt swampy in ways nobody could explain or do away with.

Still, when Daniel put pen to paper, it was with life-ruining clarity. I want this, I want this, I want this.

“Ah, here you are,” Max says, knocking on the glass wall of one of the conference rooms in the factory. He cups his hands against the pane, like a kid against a department store display. “Are you hiding, Daniel?”

“Nah,” Daniel says. He hasn’t been, actually; he just wanted someone to find him. He puts his phone down as Max pulls the door open. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” Max says, and it’s so uncomplicated Daniel doesn’t feel the need to even ask a followup, which is what he likes–loves, even–about Max. Daniel crowds him in the doorway, leans on him.

“You need it?” Daniel whispers.

“Yes,” Max says. “Please. I have, already–they have everything they need, so. We can go now, if we are back before the hour.”

Daniel reaches behind Max, pulls the door closed. It pushes Max into him a little, feet falling forward. Max blinks.

“Why not here?” Daniel says. He stretches his neck out, which he knows is a dirty move, but it works; Max’s nostrils flare. His eyes dart to the glass wall, the big transparent window that looks out onto the floor where dozens of people in navy polos are working to make sure Max can deliver them to glory next year.

Well, Daniel is one of those people, technically, now. Working.

He steps back towards the conference table, a dark fake-oak thing that’s big enough to fit the shareholders and their massive egos all side-by-side. Max follows. The number of times they’ve done this and it hasn’t ended in one or both of them coming can be counted on one hand. Max knows this, and Max is following, with a blinding willingness reminiscent only of Daniel’s own desire to get Max’s fangs on him, in him, since the first time he saw that glossy pink shine over them.

“I was just thinking about my contract,” Daniel says, as casually as he can manage, which is probably not at all. He scoots onto the table, kicks the rolling office chairs out to carve a gap. “You can, y’know.” Max nods fervently, even though Daniel isn’t making any sense. “Like, anywhere? If you wanted.”

He can pinpoint the exact moment the images parade into Max’s mind. Daniel in meeting rooms, instead of bathrooms and backseats. Daniel on his lap. Daniel over dinner, only one plate between the two of them because–because he’s Max’s—

Max sinks down to his knees, cradles his head in Daniel’s thighs. It takes Daniel a moment to pinpoint the feeling through the denim of his jeans, but the saliva gives it away–Max is rubbing his gums over the seams. The hooked points of his fangs snag and retreat on the fabric.

“Hey,” Daniel says, on a shaky exhale. “Is that good teeth? Or, like, bad-idea-Daniel teeth?”

“If I don’t, I will bite you here.” Max gestures miserably to the glass wall. “And then, probably against the window too.”

There are people walking past now, and Daniel can see them look inside only long enough to register who’s who, and then avert their eyes. Daniel’s laughs turn into moans. He can’t help it. Max laughs too.

“Go on then,” he tells Max. “They don’t pay me enough to keep secrets.”

[lyrakanefanatic]

who’s here since her name was phone girl fanatic ?!?!?!?

i love your blog sm and i’m so glad we’re mootssssss

(also if you want can you pls make more fake twitter tig they are so great tysmm)

OMG THANK YOU SMM THIS IS SO SWEET IM CRYING 😭😭 IM SO GLAD WERE MOOTS TOOOO 💗💗

also yes you were not the first to request fake tig twitter thingys…. (i have ss but unfortunately could not put them in bc tumblr only allows 10 photos) i got two others asking for the same thing 😭

SO HERE IT IS!! 😭😭

If tig/tgg characters had twitter part: 20

[jackalsraised]

Legacies 2.11

[thekenobee]

Sharpe + Incorrect Quotes (Part 7)