#so it will make sense soon...

[nanenna]

The Best Laid Plans

Sleepy King Master Post (for my contributions anyway)

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“I’m driving,” Jazz announced, snatching the keys from her dad as they all walked to where the GAV was parked on the city hall’s lawn.

“Young lady,” Mom started to scold.

“I only have a limited amount of time to drive with supervision before I’m off to college and driving all by myself.” Jazz gave her parents the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster.

“And I am more than happy to be that supervision,” Vlad said as he reached for the front passenger seat.

Danny quickly jumped into the back seat, as far away from Vlad as he could get. Jazz adjusted the seat and mirrors while she waited for her parents to get in. Then she looked Danny in the eye through the rear view mirror, “The engine doesn’t start until every last person is buckled in.”

“C’mon, Jazz! Even if your grandma driving somehow got us into a car accident we both know I’d be fine.”

“I’m not repeating myself.”

Danny grumbled as he buckled himself in, Jazz kept her smirk to a minimum as she started the car. While she drove them to Vlad’s home she half listened to her parents explain the situation to him, the other half of her attention being spent watching the cars on the road around her swerve and nearly crash around her. She pulled up to a red light next to another car, the passenger staring up at her dumbfounded. Jazz smiled and waved.

“So you’re telling me Daniel is now the Ghost King,” Vlad asked as they pulled up to his mansion.

“That’s what it looks like,” Dad agreed boisterously. “Right now it seems like a meaningless title, but we’re worried about him getting randomly summoned by those darn occultists!”

“A bunch of fanatics with ludicrous ideas,” Mom said with a sniff. “I’d hate to think what they’d try to do to Danny if it ever happens again.”

There was a pause as they all got out of the GAV, then walked into Vlad’s mansion together.

“That doesn't explain why you're here. Shouldn't you be in school, young lady?”

“Apparently it's school policy to send siblings home in these kinds of situations.” And Jazz was so thankful for that!

“And Danielle?”

“She doesn’t go to our school, now does she?”

Vlad nodded along before turning his attention fully on Mom. “I’m guessing you have a plan?”

“Of course,” Mom replied without another thought. “Since we’re pretty sure the title is attached to the crown, we’re going to destroy it and hope it destroys the Ghost King title.”

Vlad stopped in his tracks, “You’ll what?”

Dad patted Vlad on the shoulder consolingly, “I know, I’m sure Danny would be a good king too, but he’s adamant he doesn’t want to. And the risk of a bunch of wacko cultists kidnapping him is just too big.”

“It’s not like you want me to be king anyway,” Danny added with a smirk.

“Well… Little Badger, you’re so young!” Vlad blurted out.

“And it’s weird, you’ve had the crown for over a year now, but I’ve never seen you use it.”

Vlad sighed deeply, “I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t do anything.”

Danny just nodded, “So if it doesn’t work anyway isn’t it better if no one can?”

Vlad side eyed Danny before shrugging, “You do have a point. I shall go retrieve the crown, one moment.” He turned and left the sitting room he’d led them to.

The Fentons all sat down on various pieces of furniture. Their parents shared a couch, sitting as close together as possible, while Jazz and Danny each sat in a chair of their own. Danny sighed and slouched in his seat.

“Danny, have you let Sam and Tucker know what's going on yet?” Jazz asked. It seemed the easiest way to distract him while they waited.

“Yeah, kinda. I told them I was home safe and would explain everything after school.”

Jazz nodded, that seemed the safest.

“They promised to bring me my homework,” Danny added with a groan. “It's so unfair! I got kidnapped, shouldn't I get- oh shit!” Danny practically threw himself out of his chair.

“Language,” Mom chided.

“Don't sneak up on me like that!” Danny whined as he picked himself up off the floor. Then he froze, eyes glaring at seemingly empty space. “How did you sneak up on me? You didn't activate my ghost sense at all.”

Danny waited, presumably a ghost they couldn't see was responding. Jazz had learned from the Youngblood incident, she quietly pulled out a collapsed boo-staff from her purse.

“You don't know who I am?”

…

“Well yes, but ghosts don't usually call me that.”

…

“How about you tell me your name first?” After another pause he burst into laughter. “Are you for real?”

“Danny, is it Youngblood?”

“Huh?” Danny looked to Jazz, then back to the open space. He gestured, “You can't see him?”

Jazz and their parents shook their heads.

Vlad came back into the room holding a cardboard box, knocking a thin layer of dust from the top. “Here it is!” He looked up and frowned. “Who are you, and why are you in my home?”

Everyone paused for the response.

“He didn't set off my ghost sense,” Danny added, he turned back to the empty space, “Are you even a ghost?”

A window burst, shattering into many flying shards under Batman’s combat boots. Jazz instinctively covered her face and shrieked. By the time she looked up the blond man in a trenchcoat from earlier was climbing through the shattered window while muttering to himself.

“Was that really necessary?!” Vlad yelled angrily.

The blond man pointed at Danny and said something, dazzling light flew from his finger to hit Danny, leaving him standing there braced for impact but looking fine.

Mom squawked, “What'd you do?!”

“Danno! Are you okay?” Dad rushed over to check Danny over.

“I think I'm okay?” Danny said shakily as he straightened up from his protective curl to look himself over.

There was a familiar burning crown floating over his head.

“Huh,” the blond man said, “that was supposed to reveal your true form.”

“Congrats, this is my true form,” Danny said with an eye roll.

“Danny, above your head,” Jazz said carefully. Unfortunately that got everyone's attention, far more than Wonder Woman slipping into the room.

Danny looked up, “What? Where?”

“No Danny, it's the crown,” Mom supplied, coming over to stand next to him while glaring at the heroes and their pet wizard. (That was unkind, Jazz shouldn't think such things.)

Dany reached up and felt around until he found the crown, then pulled it down to look at. “Okay, crown retrieved.”

“We may have a problem,” Vlad said as he pulled an identical crown from his cardboard box.

“What.” Danny looked back and forth between the crown in his hand and the one in Vlad's. “Why are there two?” Danny turned to the pet wizard, “What did you do?!”

“I didn't do anything, that was purely an identification spell, it can't duplicate things!”

“Well clearly you did something wrong,” Mom said while glaring at the pet wizard.

Jazz extended the boo-staff and came to stand slightly in front of Danny, these guys may have powers but Jazz had helped fight bigger, badder beings.

Vlad started to step backwards, back towards the hallway.

“Oh no you don’t!” Danny let go of his crown as he ran over to grab the crown Vlad was still holding, it quickly turned into a tug of war.

“Vladdie? What are you doing?” Dad asked in confusion.

“You don’t need two crowns, and since this one was already in my possession…”

“Absolutely not, you fruitloop!”

“Danny!” Mom and Dad both chided.

The Justice Leaguers had all gathered together and were just watching, seeming unsure what to do after all their silly dramatics.

Vlad glowered down at Danny’s hands on the crown, then his eyes widened. He switched to trying to grab Danny’s hand.

Danny looked down, his own eyes widened as he curled his hand into a fist. “Is that the Ring of Rage?! What the hell, that should still be on Pariah’s finger!” Danny looked at the pet wizard in horror, “What. Did. You. Do?!”

“Danny, Vlad, stop it both of you!” Mom moved over to the two and tried to separate them, Dad joined her and was doing his best to cajole them both into backing down. For her part Jazz kept her eyes on the intruders while the rest of her family and Vlad squabbled.

“Alright, that’s enough,” the pet wizard said grumpily before raising his voice. “Shut up!”

[forgettable-au]

END OF CHAPTER ONE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 65-72)

* Time to put this puzzle together.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[morganbritton132]

There’s a missing kid.

No. Not missing.

A misplaced kid. A lost kid. An out-of-sight kid. Or some other hippy nonsense bullshit Pierce brought back from that deescalation workshop in Chicago.

Missing involve imagines of kidnapping and never seeing your kid again. So they’re anything but missing until they are. It’s bullshit, but so is bringing your six year old to the traveling carnival and not keeping a hold of them if you weren’t planning on losing them.

That’s why his Sara is held in her mother’s arms and why Hopper would like this not-missing kid found so he could get back to his daughter.

He’s not even on duty.

Hopper continues his tromp through the overgrown grass on the outskirts of the festival where the carnies half-hazardous dumped unused equipment when - “Mr. Hopper!”

He turns his head to see Steve running up to him and holding out his arm where a green wristband is located, “I’m allowed to be here.”

Steve falls into step next to him and asks, “Can you ride the Ferris Wheel with me? They won’t let me ride it again without a grown up.”

Hopper didn’t answer, looking behind a wooden cutout of a clown with an ice cream cone. Steve didn’t seem to mind, rambling on about how they don’t like if you stand up at the top of the Ferris Wheel until Hopper sees a kid.

“Hey,” He calls, marching towards them. “Your mom is looking for you, k - Munson. Of course.”

Of course it’s Eddie Munson’s big brown eyes looking up at him. Of course it’s Eddie Munson hovering over an anthill with caramel from a candy apple all over his arm.

He’s covered in ants.

“You can’t do that,” a new voice pipes up before Hopper can ask what fresh hell this is. He looks over at a little girl with big overalls and bandaids on her elbows. “Ants can bite you, and sometimes they sting people. Sometimes they sting and bite people so much that they die - the person, not the ant.”

“They’re not biting me,” Eddie says, tilting his head at his ant covered hand. “Maybe they trust me. Maybe I’m one of them and I’ll get ant powers. I’ll become an Ant Man.”

“Ant-Man doesn’t have ant powers,” Steve scoffs. “He just gets really small and really big. Ants can’t get really big. He’s called that cause he can shrink to the size of an ant, but he can get smaller so why does that matter? I guess ‘cause he can talk to ants but that’s dumb.”

“I can talk to ants.”

“They can’t understand you!”

Eddie grins like he’s about to get on Hopper’s goddamn nerves so he cuts in, “Hey, children! There’s a kid missing and all of you need to get back to your parents. Munson, Steve, random gi- who are you?”

The girl points at herself and then says, “Robin Buckley.”

“Rob- Robin Buckley? You’re the missing kid.”

“Oh?” She says. “I’m not missing, I’m right here.”

[911onao3]

[scriblesandbits]

So god created us in his image, right? And that’s cool and all but what if it turns out god, like, hates his own image??? What then????

[invisible-goats]

*sniffs the air*

cheese is approaching

[paimt]

just realized i never posted this out loud

[eshithepetty]

So. Others have noted that 'aiming for the boss's gut" could mean 'filling the boss's gut', and "putting that dead meat in its place" could mean just like. Cooking steak or something. And that perhaps ENA is just misunderstanding this and thinking she'll have to kill the boss because of her prior history with violence, and that Froggy only worded it that way because that kind of wording is more familiar to her and he was imitating her ('as you say in that wacky language of yours')

So, from this, we can deduce that ENA Dream BBQ is possibly just a story about a woman experiencing microagressions and PTSD while trying to deliver a doordash order. And that's just insanely funny to me lol

[ekleiipsis]

despite it never explicitly being said i’ve never assumed anything but jason’s destination being wayne manor when we see him limping on the road, immediately after digging out of his grave. he screams for batman as he bangs on the wood of his casket. he’s crying. when an animal is scared, it goes home. he walks 12 and 1/2 miles. approximately 3 hours, maybe even more taking in to consideration his injuries. the paramedic tells derek brantley and his girlfriend that if they had gotten there minutes later, jason would’ve been dead. jason nearly dies trying to get home. derek and his girlfriend deny him his homecoming, but in the same process they also save his life

[laurmaus]

how things Change☹️☹️

[tvuniverse]

9-1-1 -> 6x10-11 // 8x15 (potential) coma dream

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

sometimes when Darry gets frustrated when he's arguin' with other adults about Pony or Soda (i.e. he feels like a teachers bein' unreasonable or an adult lookin down on them) he'll snap leave my fuckin' kids alone, yeah?

[demigods-posts]

while the stables scene is a great example of percabeth's growth as a couple, particularly regarding their switch of roles in who plans for their future. an even better example is when they first told the other they loved them. annabeth, who is a well-respected strategist due to how well she can plan for the future, tells him as quickly as possible before something or someone could take him away from her again. she seized the first opportunity she had free of plan. percy, on the other hand, who is known for his impulsiveness and reckless planning, tells her two books later. not because he wasn't head over heels the entire hoo series. but because he was planning for the right moment. he wanted to wait until he could give her permanence and stability on a silver platter because he knows how much it means to her.

[sainz100]

Alex & Carlos on The Fast & The Curious 02.14 episode 💙💙

[demonstars]

FL/LA shift, many dnf thoughts (dream, nov. 2023—george, feb. 2025)

[galaxyspark-6e16]

My Viva gijinka design ✨🌟🌠 isn't she fantamazing!