okay okay i really gotta go do my exams but i just need to yell about that fucker that goes by the name of daniel coulter reynolds just out of the goddamn blue posting a video of him playing (on the piano of all things !!) literally my favorite song ever by imagine dragons and that has never left my top 3 favorite songs of all time ever since i heard it for the first time in 2013 😭
you do not understand how much i love this song 😭 and he just dropped that? out of nowhere? just threw it on my face like that? a warning would be appreciated man 😫
like, i never heard this song live. like, ever. they sang a few times & there's some vids of it on yt but it's all phone recorded and i just can't watch it cause it won't be the full experience. that's how much i love this song
almost started crying when i saw the vid, cause maaaaan the amount of memories jfc
anyways, point is: i love imagine dragons and dan reynolds and that song is my baby and i'll protect her forever. they all have my full heart. that's all, thank you 😌
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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Not sure if this has been suggested before but what do you think about a DP x DC Cross where the JL discover Amity because the "It's Not Gay if he's Dead" joke escapes containment into mainstream? Also I love your blog! You're awesome.
aaaaa thank you sm hun! I really appreciate that :D I'm glad you enjoy my funky lil blog!
And now, I threw this idea at a fellow who is simply me with prompts but even more unhinged and they wrote a thing. I present to you, This:
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Escaping containment implies that the content got leaked somehow.
Maybe after so long with dealing with ghosts on their own, especially with ghosts that can control and use tech the people of Amity Park decide to self isolate. Phantom and Red Huntress are considered the only main heroes allowed in Amity, one out of pride and two out of concern of a ghost possessing an foreign hero.
There was a fight and the tech isolation software glitched or a satellite picks up something on accident, letting a small leak occur. Nothing major, just a small joke.
A blurry photo of a white haired teenager with a fancam like edit around him and the words "It's Not Gay if he's Dead."
Which on its own wouldn't have taken off very much on the internet, but someone pointed out that the teenager was wearing what was very obviously a hero outfit. Leading to people wondering just who exactly this hero is or was.
So they dig, and it turns out the “one” leak wasn't the only one to happen.
The internet finds out there's not just one meme. There's hundreds of them. All originating from a single midwestern city and mostly focused around one person, the white haired teenager that is referred to as Phantom in most memes.
Theres edits of a female musician with bright blue hair with text saying “that moment when a dead girl is your bisexual awakening” and “Its not a crush on a villian if shes not alive.”
There's even photos of these slime-like creatures. With dozens of different memes referring to them. Varying from calling them green pigeons, to talking about tossing them like a sports ball.
Theres even a photo of Dash and most of the football team are wearing group shirts that all say “It's Not Gay if he's Dead” with Phantoms logo on it, half as a joke and half because some of them would definitely date Phantom if they could.
It's not even the Justice League that finds the jokes first, it's the younger generation of heroes.
(It's how Tim asks Kon for a date. He sends a meme with Danny getting flunged in the worlds most tumbling superhero pose with the below text "It's not gay if he's dead." Tim immediately sends another text "But it is gay if he's an alien, 10pm picnic date?")
The different memes get passed around, none of them taking them that seriously, until it gets to Batman. One of the memes is sent in the bat group chat by one of the Bat kids to ask Jason about getting group Batburger later. “If your hero’s dead its not gay, it’s just hero worship, even if you want to meet him behind the Nasty Burger.”
It's the hyper specific wording that gets Batman to look into it. He only finds the memes, nothing else. No town called Amity Park, no hero called Phantom, no trace outside of a reference to a defunct and wiped completely clean government branch and references to a nonexist law.
This leads him to contact the Justice League, including the JL Dark, for a meeting.
Surprisingly quite a few members recognize the teen outside of the memes. Flash, Captain Marvel, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Aquaman, and some of the JLD. The Flash refuses to say anything due to timeline continuum dangers. Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and Martian Manhunter mention someone like him appearing in ancient texts, but nothing beyond that. The JLD that know are physically and contractually unable to say much beyond Phantom being a hero and very important.
It’s Captain Marvel that genuinely knows anything about him. “That's Danny, he's pretty cool. He's even helped me out a few times!”
The rest of the JL are surprised, Marvel gets more questions and answers some of them. He doesn't share the knowledge that he's helped Billy at handling the whole secret child hero thing, and that he's welcome in Amity. Just enough information to make the League stop looking into Phantom, Ember, Cujo, all of Amity.
It works, mostly.
Batman has never been one to let sleeping dogs lie…
-From Bones’ GhostWriter, S.
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kaiser is an innate opportunist—always on his toes and ready to grasp at any chance life throws at him. it’s this go-getter attitude that convinces him today’s finally the day to ask you out. he’s been watching your energy drain like a machine running on empty since the lunch break. you’ve gotten up twice now to fetch another coffee drink from the vending machine, stretching and swinging your arms when you make the short walk—even though it’s not you running around the grassy pitch.
but still, he knows what the weariest of days look like on you and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to swoop in and make an attempt to brighten your day. because as soon as the coach announces a 10-minute break, kaiser makes a beeline for you.
“meet me at 7 tonight,” he says, leaning over the fence.
kaiser isn’t one for beating around the bush, which really means you’re given almost no time to prepare for the way he straightforwardly approaches you. then again, kaiser has been flirting with you since your first day as the team’s assistant manager, so you really should be immune to his shallow advances by now.
“does the team have a schedule i don’t know about?”
“nope, just you and me”—his eager smile is throwing you off—“on a date,” he clarifies.
“you’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”
kaiser meets your skepticism head-on, completely undeterred by your wariness. “no, of course not. when do i ever make fun of you?”
“um, i don’t know, when you joked about writing our wedding vows last week?”
kaiser chuckles at the not-so-distant memory, recalling how the tips of your ears reddened when you found out he was just autographing merchandise and messing with you. “i mean, we could skip the dating and just tie the knot, i’m down. are you?”
by now, you at least have learned how to maintain your composure whenever kaiser spouts nonsense like that, even if your heart is still racing at unusual speeds. “i really don’t know how to take you seriously.”
“i’m asking you out on a date. you can take that seriously. besides,” he adds, glancing back to see his teammates already making their way back to the middle of the field. why did 10 minutes with you fly by so quickly? “it’s been a long day, hasn’t it? i promise it’ll be fun.”
it’s hard to say no when kaiser is watching you so expectantly, his cerulean blue eyes keeping you from looking away. his request is sincere, you know that much.
“we can get pizza,” he continues, now fishing with your favorite foods, “or fried chicken, or noodles, or any other high carb foods you’re craving.”
you don’t bother to ask him how he knew that about you when you’re well-aware that kaiser is more attentive than he lets on. “aren’t professional athletes supposed to be on strict diets?”
kaiser scoffs, dismissing your concern with a flippant wave of his hand, “coach doesn’t have to find out. so? is that a yes?”
you purse your lips and pause, if only to make the moment that much more suspenseful before eventually agreeing.
“fine,” you say, and it takes everything in you to stay cool as a look of surprise flickers across kaiser’s face, his eyes lighting up in a way you’ve never witnessed before.
“really?”
“yeah, i’ll see you at 7.”
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