Had a tiny bit of angst cross my brain, but since I can’t take myself seriously, you’ll just have to take this weird diagram comic thing. Warning, long read.
So I was basically thinking about if twitch and thrash got into a bit of a fight. And don’t get me wrong, they have argued before, but this argument may have gotten a bit out of hand.
Dot is at work, kids are at school, so bumblebee and Alex take their eyes off the terrains for a little bit and boom! Fight. Not so nice words were exchanged and both parties were bitter at the end. The argument was so bad, Robby and Mo felt it at school.
Twitch ended up crying and that made thrash back off but also double down. ( if you have siblings you know these fights very well.) twitch doesn’t stay angry for long tho but doesn’t go looking for thrash either, she’d much rather wait for Robby and Mo to come back. She’s probably still annoyed with him.
Thrash however holds on to his feels much longer. He’s mad at twitch but after a while really starts feeling bad for making her feel like that, but he’s still frustrated. I mixing pot of all this thinking and feeling leads to him finding a spot to have a little cry himself.
No idea what they were fighting about. But in the end it was probably silly and not worth getting that worked up over it. That’s usually how that stuff goes down.
God I love feelings. I don’t know why I’m writing all this when you can clearly see what’s happening in the picture. But idk, it’s 1am and I am talkings about it.
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DCxDP fan fic Idea: Danny Fenton's Ex
Danny wants to know that he did not go looking for a fight. He merely wanted to have some of the best hot dogs this side of the USA, in Tucker's words. The human world had changed a lot across differnt timelines but his best friend had assure him, this one was particually tasty.
He planned to pop in, hunt down the street cart filled with buns and meat, then pop out of Gotham. He was meant to visit for less than an hour at most.
He just happened to be at the wrong place and time. It really wasn't his fault! Danny had been minding his own business, using a paper map on the edge of a tall building (his phone had broken in the last ghost fight. Not that it would do any good since it wasn't connected to any living towers), squinting at the streets below, hoping to figure out where he was. The next thing he knew, an angry child leaped out at him with a sword.
Of course, he defended himself! The kid was doing some insane slashes in the air, and Danny had fought enough samurai ghosts to know not to underestimate how powerful a katana indeed was. He had been able to beat the child, encasing his arms in ecto-chains, after a full half hour of combat.
Danny had been dead tired- pun not intended- but just as he thought he was done, a second child had leaped out at him. This one carrying a bo-staff. It took another thirty minutes to beat this one, and just as he was gearing up for a lecture, a third child appeared.
She was wearing all purple and seemed to favor strong kicks. Danny had the bruise to prove it, but just as he could take her down—and stop the other two from escaping since they were attempting to do so—he was attacked by an actual shadow and her red bucket-head friend.
Now, those two were difficult to beat, especially when it was two vs. one. Shadow reacted as if she could predict all of his moves before he even made them, while Bucket Head made incredible shots with his guns covering her attacks.
Danny had already been expelled from his other two fights, so it was a miracle he was able to trick Shadow by allowing more of Phantom to bleed into his fighting style. She couldn't predict the dead!
He ended up on a roof with five children- okay, more like a child, two teenagers, and what could be the early twenties, but they were all young to him. Each was tied up securely with some of his own ecto-chains and glaring- he could feel the hate in their eyes even behind their masks- trying desperately to catch his breath.
"Oh boy, I'm not as young as I used to be. " He gasps between huffs. Maybe Sam was on to something when she lectured them for not having enough greens, normal exercise routines, or even taking vitamins. They really weren't teenagers anymore. "Ugh, I think I pulled something. I need to lie down..."
Just as Danny is allowing himself to slide to the floor, two more shadows jump at him. This time he's far too tired to dodge, and the blue one manages to land a drop kick to his chin. The force has Danny spinning in place, losing his balance, and slamming hard against the roof.
The tied-up children cheer, and if he wasn't a walking bruise right now, Danny would be half tempted to show them all a round two.
"Great Gatsby!" He cries out of reflex, rolling onto his back, ready to take a swing-
"Danny?" a new familiar voice cuts in. The sound is something Danny will never forget, even after all the years they have been apart. He used to fall asleep to that voice, muttering into his hair and warm arms wrapped around him, making promises never kept.
Danny whips his head around to see a man in a bat costume. He squits, studying the strong curve of a very familiar jaw and his voice-
"Wayne?" He blinks. Those lips- so familiar and different all in one- curve into a surprise, but please smile. Yes, that is definitely Bruce.
"Danny, I haven't seen you since-"
"You broke up with me through a letter on the hotel note-pad? A note-pad that I had to pay for since you touched it!?" Danny hisses, suddenly energized with pure, unadulterated rage. The man freezes.
"I, uh, see you're still upset about that." Wayne winces, shuffling on his feet- Bruce Wayne, the little human he found wandering the Infinite Realms, rescued, helped, trained, and had become human again to have the man dump him to "find himself."
Danny knew he found a lot of ladies on his self-discovery trip. He never forgave him. It has been embarrassing to have to return to the Realms to his friends' knowing eyes and his sister's sad shrug.
You knew a human could never understand or live with beings like us. We aren't like them anymore. She had told him. It was bond to end in disaster.
"What is happening?" The bow-staff kid asks
"I don't know, but I don't like it," Blue tells him.
Danny ignores them to glare at the man. "What the hell are you doing here, Wayne?"
Wayne frowns. "You used to call me Bruce."
"I used to do a lot of things, Wayne." Danny stands, gesturing to the group of people he has captured. "Can you kindly disappear again? I'm in the middle of something."
The man makes no move to leave. Instead, he tilts his head. "Those are my children."
"Of course they are." Danny rolls his eyes. "Tell them to not attack innocent tourists-"
"Are you here on vacation? Would you like me to give you a tour?"
The familiar words- the ones from their first date- make rage boil in his core. "Oh, go burn in the worst levels of hell!"
He doesn't stick around for a reply, twisting in a tight circle and ripping a hole into the Realms. He ignores Wayne's call of his name; it's too late- fifteen years too late- and shifts back into Phantom.
He prays he never sees that deadbeat again. Or the family his wife gave him. Not that Danny cares; it's been years, and he could care less what Bruce Wayne and his stupid kin got up to.
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"Bruce, I say this with all my heart, what the fuck was that?"
"That was the one I let get away."
There is a moment of silence before Damian speaks up. "I demand to be taken out of my misery. Mercy, kill me now, Drake."
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Dixon Dallas - Good Lookin: Huskerdust
Angel: I can pull off any style.
Vaggie: Bet you can't make Country sexy.
Angel: Bitch, bet! (puts on a pink cowboy hat, leather vest, and boots) Now, Charlie, can you play me some guitar?
Charlie: Oh! Sure, Angel! (pulls out her acoustic) What do you want me to play?
Angel: Just strum C Major7, G, E minor 7, and G Major 7 chords.
Husker: ......Why is my fur starting to standup on end?
Charlie: (starts strumming, adjusting a few times to get it right)
Angel: Ahem! You lean in closer and my heart starts to pound. I heard you sigh. You know I love that sound.
Vaggie: That's not so bad.
Angel: HE'S BOUNCIN' OFF MY BOOTY CHEEKS!!! I LOVE THE WAY HE RIDES!!!
Husker: (grabs Charlie's guitar and breaks it over Angel's head)
Charlie: (crying) My guitar....
Husker: I'll buy you a new one!
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But listen, Din Djarin and Han Solo were written in song to be absolute ✨besties✨ and they’d both immediately know it and give each-other TWICE as much shit for it LMAOOOOO
We’re talking about a pair of fathers with force-sensitive sons who are each married/dating one half of the Skywalker twins. They’re partners to two extremely powerful figures in the galaxy in their own domains — from the halls of the Senate on Chandrila to distant moons housing ruins of ancient Jedi Temples.
And they’re like, YUP, that’s my wife. I used to smuggle drugs for money. or YUP, that’s my beloved. I used to carbon-freeze or straight up kill people for money. Still do as a side gig.
They’d both have no idea how to reassure their son on nights when they’d confuse nightmares with visions, or feel helpless when they can’t take the literal galactic burdens off their partners’ shoulders. But the two of them knowing that they’d still fight to the teeth to keep their loved ones safe and happy MMMMM. IMAGINE THE KINSHIP.
And just as Din thinks Solo isn’t as insufferable as he thought, that maybe he’s judged the man too harshly, Han casually fact-drops that he once bent Luke over the passenger seat Din’s sitting on right now and asks if the kid’s still noisy in bed and Din is 2 seconds away from stabbing more fucking holes in Solo’s face than a block of bantha cheese.
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I'm so annoyed. @kingcrow01 tumblr ate your ask about Danny's opinion on the League. tumblr i pressed 'save draft' why didn't you sAVE DRAFT.
ANyways I'm making a post instead. For everyone else, the ask was in summary:
What was Danny's opinion on the League now that he's left it? If he missed the familiarity of it, if he recognized the cult-like behavior inside it, and if he now detested his grandfather.
And to answer (again, grrr): It's complicated! We love complicated <3. Yeah, Danny does miss the familiarity of the League, it was still his home for the first ten years of his life and he has a lot of memories there. Plenty of good along with the bad, and while he's less homesick than he was when he was 10, it still hits him like a truck at random intervals.
Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are great, and he likes the Drs. Fentons enough that he's contemplated murdering Vlad for his meddling, but if he wants to eat the same food his mother used to make him and Damian, he has to do it himself and he can't get the taste right. No one knows arabic so he speaks it to himself because he doesn't want to forget his mother tongue, and he has a few books too. Frankly? He genuinely misses training.
Getting to use Sam's gym helps with his restlessness, same with training with Maddie, but he has no one on or above his level to go against other than his mother. And he only sees her twice a year at most. He knows that he's getting stagnant and he fucking despises it like a bad itch he can't scratch.
He feels conflicted about missing the League, however, since by now he recognizes the flaws and what was wrong with it, and he recognizes that it was cult-like. But even that is kinda, hrm, complicated? If this was a fic I would be able to go better into depth about what he has and hasn't unlearned because cult deprogramming is hard and Danny's doing most of this on his own.
Sam, Tucker, and Jazz have helped with the more obvious stuff: like the ecofascism, the disregard for human life, his emotional constipation; the more obvious stuff that shows in his behavior and personality. But none of them are professionals nor do they actually know the full extent of what Danny's life in the League was like. They only have snapshots since Danyal is very tight lipped about it. So they can only help with what they see themselves through Danny's behavior or word of mouth.
But in summary: He sees, for the most part, what's wrong with the League and disagrees with some of the stuff they do now. But he's very conflicted, and trying to dissect his feelings on the League confuses him. His protests about it whenever Sam and Tucker joke about it have at this point become mostly empty (altho it still causes him some discomfort), and its an inside joke between them three.
As for Ra's? Despises him. If only because Ra's wanted him to kill his little brother -- thinking about his motives with the League confuses Danny, cognitive dissonance and stuff, -- a lot of his hatred stems from "He wanted me to fight my baby brother to the death. I destroyed my relationship with Damian because of him, I had to fake my death and leave my home, and I will never meet my father or see my brother again because of him. Fuck that guy."
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