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I'm Rebloging this again. I put this on my computer and now get fucking whiplash whenever I try to watch YouTube on another device due to the amount of ads it blocks.

This is also pretty good for anyone doing research as it gets rid of the fucking automatic AI suggestion!

wikipedia no longer being anywhere near the top of search results when looking up anything feels eviscerating

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Ghosts, Heroes, and Too Little, Too Late

It had taken every ounce of courage Danny had, standing in the town square, ectoplasmic energy flickering around his hands and the wind tugging at his white hair. His human-blue eyes stared out at the crowd of Amity Park citizens, waiting for the fear, the rejection, the anger.

But none came.

Instead, Mr. Lancer had stepped forward, teary-eyed, and clapped a hand on Danny’s shoulder. Mrs. Tetslaff brought out a homemade casserole "for the hero." Even Dash had muttered something like "Guess you're not that much of a loser."

They embraced him. Their Phantom. Their kid. Their protector.

The news had gone national in under twenty-four hours.

Fourteen years old. Half-ghost. Protector of Amity Park. Had kept the town safe for two years from ghost invasions with no backup, no mentor, no safety net. Just his friends, his sister, and the town that eventually came to understand.

And with that understanding came anger.

Because for two years, Amity Park had reached out. Calls, letters, reports. Pleas to the Justice League. Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman—someone. But nothing. The reports were dismissed as hoaxes. Phantom was "probably another shapeshifting villain." Amity Park was written off as exaggerating, maybe even hallucinating. The town was left alone with a half-dead teenager standing between them and whatever the Infinite Realms threw their way.

And now, two years after Danny had made peace with the Ghost Zone and secured a treaty with the Realms, they came.

A gleaming ship descended outside city limits, adorned with the Justice League insignia. Superman, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, and Flash stood at the front. Behind them were sleek representatives, press, and cameras.

Danny stood there, sixteen now, hovering a few inches above the cracked pavement of the park's old basketball court—his favorite haunt for aerial maneuver practice. He looked older, stronger, but his expression was unreadable. Not angry. Not happy.

Just… tired.

The League stepped forward, Superman’s cape billowing.

“Danny Fenton,” he began, his voice the same calm, commanding tone that had graced a thousand crises. “We’d like to formally invite you to join the Justice League. Your skills are remarkable, and we believe you'd make an excellent addition—”

The crowd behind Danny didn’t cheer.

They booed.

Old Mr. Schuster, who ran the bakery, shouted, “Oh now you care?!”

Mrs. Dugan from the library yelled, “Where were you when the Plasmius guy turned Main Street into a battlefield?!”

Someone threw a moldy muffin. Superman dodged it.

Flash winced. “Wow. Not the welcome we were expecting.”

Jazz stepped forward, arms crossed, expression fierce. “He was fourteen. He nearly died multiple times protecting this town. He bled for it. You called him a hoax.”

“We didn’t have confirmed data,” Batman said flatly. “There were too many false alarms in that region, and we—”

“You ignored us,” Danny said, finally speaking. His voice was quiet but carried across the park. “You ignored me. I begged for help once. Right after I got my powers. I didn’t know what I was. I was scared. Your hotline sent me to voicemail.”

Batman’s jaw tightened. Wonder Woman looked… ashamed.

“You didn’t want me when I was just a kid begging for answers,” Danny continued. “You want me now that I’ve already done the work? After I nearly died saving this dimension? After I signed a ghost peace treaty that your people tried to torpedo without understanding what the Realms even are?”

There was a low hum of agreement from the crowd. A few shouted, “Tell 'em, Danny!”

Danny stared at them. “I didn’t do this for a badge. I didn’t do it to be recruited. I did it because no one else would.”

There was a beat of silence. Superman stepped forward again, trying to soften the moment. “You’re right. We were wrong to ignore you, and we’re sorry. But if you join us, you can get real training. Resources. Help.”

Danny looked up, locking eyes with Superman. “I don’t need a League that shows up after the fight.”

And then he turned his back on them, his town behind him, arms crossed or lifted in support. The League stood there, unsure of what to say.

Danny floated up, cape rippling, energy crackling faintly at his fingers.

“I’m Phantom. Guardian of Amity Park. Protector of the Realms. You want me on the team? Then you start by fixing what you broke. With us. Not over us.”

The League left not long after.

The invitation was not declined—but it certainly wasn’t accepted either.

And Amity Park?

They slept easier that night, knowing they didn’t need the Justice League.

They had something better.

They had Danny.

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I cannot believe there's absolutely no way to watch free shows and movies anymore, there are too many paid streaming platforms and pirating websites have viruses and ads preventing you from watching it uninterrupted((.)) id rather follow the rules and purchase media moving forward because it is too inconvenient. Seriously, free and no ads or viruses with 1080p streaming is DEAD.

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i actually need to know people's thoughts on this because at least in my experience the answer to this has drastically changed since i was on tumblr in the 2010s and its driving me fucking insane

*im talking about fandom takes specifically. not someone being horribly evil about a real-life issue or or blatantly factually incorrect. literally just harmless fandom disagreements or differing interpretations of a text/character/etc.

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Jason texting: Hey, it's Jay. Alfred said we can keep the cow, but you have to take the seal lion back.

Danny texting back: I think you have the wrong number, but I want to know how you got a cow and a seal lion. That must have been a story.

Jason: How do I know you aren't Damian pretending not to be Damian? You pulled this on me three times already.

Danny: Did he? And you fell for it three times?Have you never texted before? Why not save his number into your phone so he can't trick you anymore???

Jason: I don't know how to do that. I am behind technology wise because of the years I missed while dead.

Danny: Is that slang for prison?

Jason: You ask a lot for questions. Is this Bruce?

Danny: No, my name is Danny. Sorry about all the questions. You just sound fascinating. Like a Mr. Darcy hiding on the side of the room but in the chat room instead of the ballroom.

Jason: Well, thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me.

Jason hours later texting the Batfam group chat: Catch you all later. Im going to meet a stranger I found on the Internet.

Batfam group chat: *Multiple people are tying*

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When you’re in the middle of a fic and realise you’ve missed a very critical tag

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Like you said in the tags, they very much can mail *pieces* of a body through the mail - especially with Sam's money. Definitely only pieces tho, Danny dosn't want to see what would happen if they attempted to bring the body back to life with his current condition.

I would love to imagine that Talia initially panics and thinks it's Damien and goes to Gotham to check what happened, then sees her son with his head fully attached and has a bigger panic about the other twin she thought was relatively safe.

This could be the catalyst for a lot of events I can't think of right now. Including Constantine having a massive panic over relms traces on the body?

Corpse AU + demon twins AU — danny realizes he can use his corpse to hopefully throw the league off his tail permanently

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“Wait,” Danny said randomly, causing Sam and Tucker to pause their digging and look over at him.

He licked his lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry. “This… this could be an opportunity.”

“Nope, we are not trying cannibalism, man. I may love meat, but I’m drawing the line at eating your body,” Tucker commented, trying to make a joke to lighten the reality of what they were doing.

Danny shook his head. “No. No, um.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve… I’ve never told you the full truth about my childhood.”

“What does being adopted have to do with burying your corpse?” Sam asked, brow furrowed.

“Was your original family in a gang!?” Tucker blurted out. Sam whacked him, while Danny let out a slightly panicked laugh.

“Actually, you’re not too far off. It wasn’t a gang, though, it was a cult. Grandfather was the leader, in fact.”

Sam and Tucker reacted in almost perfect unison. “What the hell.”/“What the fuck.”

“Yeah.” Danny swallowed. “And this,” he gestured at the trash bag they’d shoved his corpse into, “Could be the perfect way to guarantee they stop looking for me.”

“Is that really something you still need to worry about? It’s been years.”

“I don’t know. Grandfather—Ra’s—never did like loose ends. And they definitely have more than enough resources to keep trying.”

They all stood in silence for a moment, deep in thought. Sam was the first to break the silence.

“Okay, but, how would we even do that? We obviously don’t want Amity to find out about this—and I doubt you’d want those guys poking around here anyway. But none of us can drive, and I really doubt we can just mail a corpse somewhere.”

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The bats were being followed they had been for a while now. Whatever had been following them  had been doing so for hours eventually they got it to come out before them stood two shadow figures with glowing green eyes the bats got into a fighting stance, and the two creatures just stared at them and then attempted to mimic their stance like an excited little kids Nightwing tilted his head, and then the creatures mimicked that to this continued of the batfamily doing something, and then the creatures attempting to mimic it until they managed to get a hold of Constantine, who told them that the creatures are a pair of protection spirits that were attempting to learn from them.

Or in other words, Danny and Dani have been trying to learn hero skills, and chosethe ones with back up plans for everything to learn from

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Half of them end up in a balld

One winter at Kaer Morhen, Geralt first mentioned Jaskier, this peculiar bard who seemed to follow him everywhere.

At first, the other witchers were skeptical, certain that Jaskier couldn't possibly be real. But as they ventured out on separate paths and eventually met him for themselves, the idea began to take root that Jaskier must be something... other. None could quite agree on what, but each had their own theory.

Now, a betting pool had emerged among the witchers, each placing odds on what Jaskier’s true identity might be:

Vesemir was convinced that Jaskier was a Doppler, clearly able to change form at will.

Lambert thought he was a cursed nobleman, or perhaps a drunken forest spirit with a lute.

Eskel believed Jaskier had to be a sylvan; after all, they liked humans and mischief, right?

Coën leaned toward him being a spirit of chaos, or maybe some kind of luck totem in human form.

Aiden had a more elaborate theory: a cursed fae noble who lost a bet and would be stuck in this form until he wrote 100 ballads.

Other, more bizarre suggestions were thrown into the mix as well:

A Djinn’s Curse Given Form (proposed by Eskel, after a bit too much mead).

A Failed Sorcerer’s Familiar (Lambert’s idea).

An Incubus in Denial (semi-seriously proposed by Coën).

Somehow, the idea of a Sentient Lute That Became Human had also found its way into the conversation.

Each witcher, in their own way, was trying to convince Geralt to bring Jaskier to Kaer Morhen for the winter, determined to get to the bottom of the bard’s mysterious origins.

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wikipedia no longer being anywhere near the top of search results when looking up anything feels eviscerating

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Hey. Look at me. Please leave yourself a note somewhere you'll see it later that says "it is going to take years if not decades to get the United States government to the level of functionality it had in November of 2024." If we elect a democrat in 2028, we are not going to be up and running by 2032.

Please make sure you have a reminder in your phone reminding you to not look at 2028/32/36 Democratic candidates and say "why are they not promising/delivering Cool Shit?" because you are going to understand that to get Cool Shit we must have competent people running a decently funded government, and we are not going to have that.

We are not getting UBI. We are not getting single payer healthcare. We are not getting free college or free preschool. We are not redistributing wealth on a large scale. We are not getting free internet. We are not getting ranked choice voting.

If we are lucky, we are going to get an IRS that can collect taxes, qualified schoolteachers, research grants, Social Security, and a government that thinks maybe it should be a priority for people around the worlds to not have AIDS, malaria or TB.

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So I can think of three options:

1. Lettenhove is cursed/enchanted/hidden by other means for unknown reasons

2. Jaskier has been cursed to make him forget his hometown for a reason that becomes plot relevant for max angst

3. Jaskier did the same thing Geralt did with 'of Rivia', just used a made-up/not real/doesn't exist anymore place

Sometime after the mountain breakup, Geralt realizes that Lettenhove doesn’t actually exist.

This strikes him as odd—Jaskier had always claimed it was his hometown.

With his focus now on protecting Ciri, Geralt can’t help but wonder why the bard would invent a place that was never real. And if Jaskier lied about that, what else has he kept from him?

Determined to uncover the truth, Geralt sets out to investigate, hoping to finally learn who Jaskier the Bard truly is.

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In the never-ending fight between Geralt's "you CANNOT come on this hunt, it is FAR TOO DANGEROUS" and Jaskier's "but I *NEED* to see you in action! Fighting! Killing things! It is Essential Research for my ballads!"

My proposed compromise?

Geralt: FINE, I will bring you to see the monster and battle site AFTER the monster is dead and the site double-checked for stragglers, but BEFORE I butcher everything for trophies/alchemical ingredients/meat. In return, you WILL NOT try to sneak after me.

Jaskier: But I still want to see you fight!

Geralt: ...we'll hunt down one of my brothers and you can watch us spar, how about that?

Jaskier: Ooh! More witcher friends!

Geralt: ...I'm going to regret this.

@everything-but-the-not-natural @0dde11eth @help-help-i-need-an-adult @thequeeninyellowlace @thedemonofcat

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I wasn't aware of this one, so I'm trying to spread the word.

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Geralt had never invited anyone to Kaer Morhen before. So when he decided he wanted Jaskier to spend the winter with him at the keep, he found himself at a loss for words.

Rather than awkwardly extending an invitation, Geralt came up with what he thought was a brilliant alternative—he simply wouldn’t invite Jaskier at all. Instead, he would lead him there casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Jaskier, however, was growing increasingly concerned. Geralt was quieter than usual, which was never a good sign. And considering they were currently climbing a mountain, a rather dangerous one at that, Jaskier was beginning to suspect that Geralt’s grand plan wasn’t hospitality at all—but rather, an elaborate scheme to push him off the summit.

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dead on main first meeting but it's really awkward

"Danny, where have you been?!" Is the first thing Jazz snaps once she answers her phone. She has a right to snap. This isn't Amity, this is Gotham. A place where the villans weren't just ghosts, where her little brother wasn't just a vigilante. He was trafficking bait. He was an accidental drug mule. He was supposed to be back at the hotel three hours ago. She was allowed to be stressed. Although, she can't help but add to that question. "Do you...have a cat?"

"Hey Jazz," Danny's voice is sheepish, almost entirely eclipsed by the rumbling vibrations that seem to be coming from right next to him, if she was to hazard a guess. "Sorry, I uh- got caught up in something?" "In something." Something still sounds like trouble, but it's not coming with the edge of villain, or worse, police, so she exhales. Allows her shoulders to relax.

Crosses her free arm across her chest, because Danny might not be In Trouble, but he is in so much trouble.

"What kind of something?"

"Well... see, here's the thing." She can hear shifting through the receiver, before the purring stops. Almost immediately, Danny lets out a sharp yelp-- and the purring continues, just as sharp and vibrant as before. "I got a little lost, and next thing I know, uh- I think Red Hood thinks I'm some kind of ecto-plushi?"

They both fall into silence, for several moments. The purring does not stop.

"Red Hood."

"Yeah."

"The crime lord vigilante?"

"Yeup."

"Is using you as a teddy? A ghost teddy?"

"Mhm. It's been like... four hours, I think? He calmed down for a while, but calming down doesn't mean letting me go, apparently." Danny huffs, loudly. Ignoring her absent reprimand for making the phone peak. "Nightwing tried to help for maybe five minutes, but I told him to get lost."

"Why?" "I think he was crying?" Danny mumbles something about photos, but right now, that really isn't important.

Her little brother had been kidnapped off the street. By Red Hood. For cuddles.

"...Huh." Okay, sure.

She can't say this is the weirdest thing to happen to them. Sighing, Jazz strides over to her suitcase, digging through her clothes to pull out the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick. "Just send me your location, I'll come get you."

"Thanks Jazz, you're the best."