#whatever the fuck else

[ghul-wein]

Does anyone have good footage from any Ghost live shows, particularly w/ a good focus on Rain playing??? Special girlguy on my mind today but also for bass practicing!! I think it’d help to be able to watch his hands,,. Not even think actually, i know. Esp since he plays w/ a pick and I Do Not usually do (<- plays everything w/ nails & plucking)

[fallow-grove]

yea theres no ethical consumption under capitalism. but theres levels of unethical (and we can always try to be less unethical)

[medsformyhead]

i just want some fucking pills. i’m so fucking tired.

[heartlessram]

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

𝔧𝔞𝔶 / 𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔱

𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔩 𝔡𝔫𝔦, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔴𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔡𝔬.

𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔦𝔪 [𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰] | 19

𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔰/𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰/𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢.

[happy-shitting]

Re: the video of depp banging things in the kitchen. I saw that when it was released in 2016/2017 and I had the same reaction as you. But they talk about it more in the trial and amber kind of alludes to this in the video as well - he was alone when he started slamming stuff. She was in some other part of the house and was waking up, then came into the kitchen. He didn’t start banging stuff around with the intention of scaring her. It’s not great behavior, not saying it is, but there’s a difference between having general anger management issues and being abusive. Also, it’s exceptionally triggering so decide for yourself whether to listen, but there are hours of audio of conversations between the two of them where AH talks about her physical abuse, saying things like “sorry I don’t know what the actual motion of my hand was, but I hit you, I did not punch you, I did not hurt you, you’re fine” and “just because I throw pots and pans at you doesn’t mean that you come to me after a fight” and yells at him to grow up, that he’s a fucking baby, when he complains that she punched him. She verbally and emotionally abuses him, on tape, for hours while talking about the physical abuse she inflicted on him. (I know this because I spent several hours listening to it with my own ears. Anybody who says the tapes are doctored or presented dishonestly to skew against ah are…. Well, incorrect.) You know what they say - when someone tells you who they are, listen.

That's not my point. My point is how the media is treating this trial as if it's reality tv and how damaging this is to victims of abuse. My point is the amount of heat Amber Heard is getting and how people are completely stripping Depp of any wrong doing, it's how much hate Heard is getting compared to other male celebrity abusers have gotten. It's how it's setting up this notion that abuse only looks One Way and cannot be different person to person. It's disturbing to watch. Plus, does Heard's emotional abuse suddenly negate the abuse she suffered? Do we not care about that at all? She was literally sexually assaulted by Depp. Do we sweep that under the rug because she called Depp a baby? Like. Abuse is abuse is abuse. Both can be abusers. Both can be victims. And honestly if we want to get into Heard's words and actions, have you ever been so fucking psychologically tormented that you fucking lose control over yourself? That has happened to me. It's fucking terrifying. But again, that's not the fucking point of it all. Depp televising this trial is setting up this new movement where if a woman speaks up about abuse she suffered, it's going straight to: she's lying, she's crazy, she's a narcissistic asshole, she's not to be believed, it's defamation of character. We see it already with Marilyn Manson vs. Evan Rachel Wood. We will see it within our own social circle, and women will continue to be abused.

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[gender-luster]

i think this pretty much sums it up.

i could go more in depth, but i'm not going to

[dogtheories]

barry berkman

[egophiliac]

starting off with an amuse-bouche of some of my initial favorite bits! y'all, this update was WILD.

[kagoutiss]

pelican town, ‘72

[glitchdollmemoria]

please can we stop describing bigots as delusional. please. im so fucking tired. someone being sucked into a hate group surrounded by others who believe minorities should be oppressed and encouraging them to believe in conspiracy theories that the rest of the group believes, is fundamentally different from someone having a mental illness that causes delusions.

delusions, by definition, cannot be explained by things like cultural background - such as having a belief constantly reinforced by intentional attempts to rationalize it for the sake of maintaining power over minorities. yes, someone can be both delusional and a bigot, and yes conspiracy theories can feed into delusions, but the two are not fucking synonymous.

i did not spend my teen years convinced that i was being stalked by demons just to hear so many of you people equate my disability with incel behavior and genocidal propaganda. stop reinforcing harmful connotations about mental health struggles.

[deadsetobsessions]

Tim Drake, Danny’s human identity in this universe, is a boy trapped in an empty manor with absentee parents a low socialization.

Danny Phantom, on the other hand, is Gotham City himself. He could fly, he could interact, he could be the heart of his city like he needs to be. From the lowest of the lows to the highest of the highs, Danny loved the people that were his. Well, most of them. Child molesters often found themselves crossing paths with a vengeful, mostly recovered Robin.

He is the city, he is Gotham. And with his status came more changes, ones he welcomes more readily that the changes that came with his title of Ghost King.

Being a city couldn’t change him as much as it would have, had he gained the title before becoming King. But now, his shadows are dark, curling around his shoulders and curling away what little light he allowed into his city. His skin, having once glittered green with stars and galaxies and black holes, clouds over just a bit. It gives him a misty quality. His hands become sharper, stronger. Gargoyle-like. He wonders what he looked like to Batman, holding his broken son cradled safely to himself. He’s crueler, now, but that’s easily balanced by his years of being a vigilante himself.

He loves these changes. They are loved in a way changing into Dead Danny Phantom and Ghost King Danny Phantom will never be loved. And even though his human features are different in a way he never had to deal with as Danny Fenton, because it was his body that he died in, Danny finds himself enjoying the distinction. And he enjoys when they combine, because in the end, they’re just facets of who he is, now.

Gotham flies through his city, and enjoys it as a whole. A bigger picture.

Tim Drake walks through his city, and enjoys it as an individual. The smaller picture.

Being Gotham reminds him of what he had to protect as a whole. A duty he gladly bears.

Being Tim reminds him of the people he’s meant to help, the stories he doesn’t get as Danny. A connection he gladly encouraged.

Gotham is power. He is duty, he is fierce love. But for the good of the whole.

Tim is kindness. He is choice, he is gentle devotion. But for the good of the individual.

He’s both.

Danny. Danny Phantom.

Phantom glides through the smog.

The ebb and flow of people is his life blood, the thrumming of life and death and fear and hate and love and everything the city is sung through him and Danny sung back with everything he had. Danny is the gargoyles perched high, watching everything. He’s the stone curves of the sewers, sheltering his rats and mutant murderous crocodile man. The is no love comparable to a city’s mutant rats and their sewers. Ancients, he loves his city.

It would be nice, Danny thinks wryly, if they’d love me enough to stop blowing up buildings.

The sting of destruction to his city would hurt much more, had he not also been King. Regardless, every time there’s an explosion or general large scale property damage, he feels a stab of mild pain. Catching sight of his Bats, Danny stays invisible while following them. He wills the shadows to cradle them, to hide them further. He softens the stone, the mortar, the steel, just a hint. Their footsteps, silent and aided by the city himself. The wind steal away the noise of the grappling guns, so when Danny’s favorite vigilante duo (a fascination he shared with original text!Tim) broke into the building, not a single soul aside them are aware of the intrusion.

Batman skulks across the support beams, Robin following with an anticipatory grin. Danny floats, invisible, undetectable, besides them.

“C’mon!” A goon grunts beneath them. Danny tilts his head. A… Dresden Aberthy. Wow. That’s one hell of a name.

“Hurry it up! Boss said Batman’s going to get here soon!” Another goon- Robbert- said, waving around a gun like a moron at the terrified hostages. Danny could tell half of them were part of a tour bus, mostly because the other half were his Gothamites, bored and unfairly used to this kind of thing. The tourists… He’s fond of them, having kept track of their progress through his city. He doesn’t care for intruders on his haunt, but tourists like to appreciate his city and its doubtlessly Sam-approved architecture. Most of them. Rude tourists get pigeon shit on their heads and food stolen by his lovely rats.

He’ll have to make sure none of the bullets hit the tourists. He likes this group, even if he has enough awareness to question their sanity in choosing his city to sightsee. He knows it’s a mess. It’s Danny’s mess though, so whatever.

——

All said and done, Batman whoops ass and Robin rescues the hostages just fine. Danny grins proudly as Robin knees a guy in the crotch and punches a lady’s throat in order to incapacitate them.

After they tied the goons up, and interrogated them for Two Face’s plans- explode a quarter of Gotham to distract the Bats from his diabolical plan to murder half of Gotham’s judges and lawyers that have been going after him and his people- the duo retreats to the rooftop.

“Didja think Gotham saw that?”

Batman goes to reply, but Danny beats him to it, coming back to visibility with a wind touched laugh.

“I did, little Robin.” Danny smiles, fangs and shadows on display as his vigilantes startles and whips around to face him. “You did well.”

Robin- Jason!- gapes at him.

“I see you’ve recovered, little bird.”

“Gotham! Oh. Wow. People always said Gotham was a lady, but you’re a guy!”

“It was a Lady,” Danny confirmed. “It’s complicated, little bird.”

“So, you’re really… you’re really Gotham? The city?”

Danny looks at Robin with the weight of the city behind his gaze.

“I think you know the answer to that. But yes, I am your city.”

“Constantine,” Batman starts. “He said that city spirits only appear in times of grave danger.”

There is deference in his words. Batman is Batman for Gotham, after all. Danny just wishes he could… well, be friendlier with his knights. May this is a good place to start.

Are you in danger? What threats do we need to handle? How can I help? How can I protect? Please, let me help.

His Knight always felt more than he ever says. Danny smiles.

“Was Robin’s wellbeing not in grave danger?” Danny floats closer. “I am your city. You protect me, it is only right that I protect you, no?”

“Thank you for saving me, Gotham!” Robin’s grin is a touch more sincere than usual.

“Of course, Robin. You are loved.”

“Is there… a reason you’ve shown yourself today? Gotham.”

Danny chuckles, understanding the awkwardness that was Batman addressing someone with deference.

“I wanted to tell you that you did well tonight. Those tourists weren’t harmed in the slightest. Well done.” Danny gave Robin a playful but sincere thumbs up.

“They weren’t a match for us!”

“No, they weren’t.” Danny ruffles Robin’s hair, noticing how still he grew at it. “Robin was too fast for them. That maneuver at the end was masterfully executed.”

Batman clears his throat and Danny resists the urge to laugh at him. It would be mean.

“Thank you, for the… praise.”

Fuck it. He’s played well behaved for too long.

“Yes. I read in child rearing books that positive reinforcement is necessary for healthy development. You did well, Batman.”

Despite trolling Batman- and somehow holding a straight (and hopefully wise face)- he meant every word.

Allowing a small smile to slip at Robin’s chortles and Batman’s quiet sputtering, Danny moves on.

“Where is Nightwing, Batman?”

“He’s still on a mission...”

“If it is awkward to refer to me as Gotham, Phantom will do.”

Batman dips his head once. “In space, with the Teen Titans.”

“I see. Please tell him I request his presence,” Danny barely waits for Batman’s oddly acquiescing agreement before summoning a pigeon.

“Follow her,” Danny instructs the duo. “She’ll lead you to the places with explosives. I will guide you through her, to Harvey Dent.”

Danny winces as another explosion rings out.

“Your face is cracking!” Robin exclaimed, worried. He surged forward to stare at the hairline cracks appearing on Danny’s jaw.

“That would be the explosives. Any damage to the city will be shown on me.”

“Well take care of it.” Batman growled, shoulders straightening once more into an imposing symbol.

“Yeah!”

“I know you will. Stay safe.” Danny disappears, spreading his awareness and directing his Birds to the explosives that will go off the fastest.

Batman and Robin share a glance and leaps off the roof, ready to save their city once more.

——

Tim Drake wanders around Crime Alley, and meets a blonde nine year old trying to throw hands at her absentee Riddler knockoff of a dad. He dodges the brick en route to his face and kicks the guy’s knees out.

“You okay?”

The girl blinks. She stares at her dad, groaning on the dirty street of crime alley, and flicks her gaze back up to Tim, who waits casually.

“Yep. I’m Stephanie. We’re gonna be friends now!”

She grins at him, a baby tooth missing, and Danny melts.

“Heck yeah. Tim!” He introduces himself for the first time in a long time.

Maybe with Stephanie around, he’ll finally use the name Tim? Maybe he’ll get used to it, finally!

[medsformyhead]

here comes the depression again…

[hazbeen]

heyyy so can u do more radioapple pls i need to feed my addiction 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

does this count as indirect radioapple. theyre gossiping

[yourlocalabomination]

This is Hatchetfield, People go missing everyday!

[leo-bandito]

lineup fer an AU I've been slowly rotating in my head for a month or so.... sniles....