#i have no idea if this makes sense

[artemismoorea03]

DP x DC Prompt: Delayed Reactions

Danny's powers didn't activate all at once after going into the Ghost Portal, in fact they hadn't even fully realized what happened for months. They assumed the change in appearance was just their eyes adjusting to the flashing because of how quickly it appeared then vanished again. But, as more things started happening to Danny and started changing, Danny couldn't help but wonder if maybe his accident had resulted in more than a permanent star that ran up his left arm to his heart.

He didn't tell Sam or Tucker though, after all Meta-Humans were so rare that there was no way they would believe him! Plus, if he told them then it would only be a matter of time before more people knew. So, he kept it to himself.

Which worked until Summer Break when Danny went to Gotham with his parents and Jazz for a Ghost Hunting Exp. Danny had no interest in 'Ghost Hunting' (though he had begun to do more of it after he realized that he could kind of sense and see the ghosts), so instead of listening to the expo he was going around learning more and more about the city. Gotham had some amazing other exhibits, an observatory, museums with huge space displays, and more interesting things than Ghosts.

Plus, it had the highest population of heroes!

Danny didn't expect that his second day in Gotham would end up so differently from the first one. It all started with a little girl about nine who had been crossing the street when chaos broke loose. An explosion on the next block rocked the entire city, causing Danny's skin to crawl, but what mad him sick was the fact that the explosion had thrown a car directly towards the little girl and a crowd of people.

Everybody else scattered, including the woman the girl had been walking with who seemed to forget her in an instant as they got out of the way of the car. But the little girl didn't move, just started terrified at the approaching car.

"Get out of the way!" People shouted to the girl, but unlike the rest of them Danny's instincts were screaming one thing.

Protect.

Danny ran forward as quickly as his legs could manage as he tried to beat gravity itself. Danny made it to the girl without a second to spare, wrapping her into a hug.

"Please work, please work, please work!" Danny thought, struggling to get his powers to work as he felt himself turn intangible with the girl turning intangible with him.

No sooner did his powers kick in did the car slam into the ground where they were standing before it bounced and rolled down the street, leaving a dent around the two of them but leaving both Danny and the girl untouched.

Danny let his power drop, as the girl looked at him for a second before she burst into tears and hugged him. Danny's vision swam as he hugged her back, fixing her hair.

"I gotcha, you're okay..." Danny told her, then let her go as the woman who had left her in the street called her.

The girl sniffled, then ran to the woman as Danny tried to stand. He could hear people talking, cheering and some were even applauding but it all sounded really far away. He could also hear another car approaching, but as his vision faded and his body felt as though it was filled with led nothing felt important anymore.

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The Bats had tried to race to get to the civilians before the car hit them and had failed. Thankfully, the majority of people had managed to get out of the way to a safe distance but there was a little girl still in the road. None of them wanted to see the girl die, but they knew realistically they couldn't make it to her.

But somebody did.

No sooner did the stranger save the girl and let her go did they collapse into the middle of the street.

Suddenly it was no longer 'save civilians from a car that got partially blown up in Penguins newest scheme' but 'get the unknown Meta out of the street before his face was exposed to every media outlet throughout the city'.

#dc x dp prompt #dp x dc prompt #my prompts #I need to stop doing these so late at night #I have no idea if this makes sense #I hope so though #feel free to do with this whatever you want. #these prompts are just because I can so anybody who wants to can add onto them #my brain just goes brrr

[purecommemasolitude]

Saw the musical? More like want to see the musical

#I have no idea if this makes sense #saw the musical #forever hoping that when they announce Canadian dates I can go #og #saw

[poems4girls]

do you ever think about how close todd and charlie must have gotten after neil’s death? todd probably spent most of his days in charlie’s room - sneaking out of his own - talking, crying, laughing. remembering. they told each other stories. talked about their memories with neil. charlie would talk about the shenanigans they were up to when they were much younger and innocent. like that one time neil stayed at charlie's and he fell from the swing. mr. dalton took care of him, he cleaned his scraped knees and gave him a consolatory popsicle. neil's eyes lit up, his dad would've never done that. charlie knew; he regrets not helping him more, not being by his side when he needed it most. todd would talk about the first few weeks they spent together. the deep talks they would get into. well, neil would start them, opening up with some random thought but once todd started adding to the conversation his own reflections, that's when neil stopped talking. he just listened to todd and his rants, even when they didn't make sense and he'd stop mid sentence to giggle at himself. neil was always listening. he was there for him. just like todd was there for him. but it wasn't enough. charlie and todd both loved neil and now, neil gave them a mission. they had to take care of each other. years went by, todd and charlie kept retelling each other the same old stories, keeping his memory alive in their minds. neil also wanted them to keep on experiencing life. todd and charlie lived. they lived together, apart, for as long as they could. they lived for neil too... so isn't anyone else thinking about them or is it just me?

#just a thought #i didn't proofread this #i have no idea if this makes sense #dps #prose #dead poets society #anderperry #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #blurb

[steffer03]

Thinking about how in otherside picnic, because the horror elements symbolise trauma (randomly showing up during almost all of Sorawo's happy moments and whenever she starts to open up her heart a bit more to toriko) the scene where they are camping in the otherside has so much more meaning.

They are cuddling and sleeping together, and they get interrupted by noises from outside. Instead of having to confront it or run away from it, they manage to let it pass by and return to their happiness. They will not allow the trauma to stop their relationship anymore.

#otherside picnic #urapi #urasekai picnic #i have no idea if this makes sense #but I wanted to get it out there

[chaoscradle]

I just saw someone say that Mike isn’t the heart because “what did he do to keep the party together”.

Did people actually watch the show? From season 1 we see his caring and compassionate side. He was willing to help El get out of the storm, and we see how he cares for Will even when he’s gone. He’s the one who noticed when something was wrong with Will and checked up on him. The Party fell apart in season 3 when he wasn’t at his best, but we see him improve a bit more towards the end of the season, thus making the Party reconcile. He unfortunately falls back apart in season 4, and we see the effects on the Party immediately. Will has a whole monologue about how Mike makes him feel better about himself.

He is literally the heart. When he falters, the whole Party does.

It’s even worse because Bylers were saying this. I don’t get how you can be a Byler and misunderstand Mike’s character so much.

#I have no idea if this makes sense #I’m having trouble organizing my thoughts for some reason #probably lack of sleep #anyways #stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #byler tumblr #byler endgame

[lestatslestits]

Dracula desperately cooking and cleaning for Jonathan and then finding excuses to be like “haha I’m not hungry thanks tho” is like the opposite of Sweden. Invite a guy over to your house and serve him food, while you eat nothing.

#dracula #dracula daily #sweden #i have no idea if this makes sense #it’s super hot in my cousin’s house and I just woke up from a nap #also i’m behind on dracula daily because of vacation shhhh

[abanjoplayingplatypus]

I regularly think abt like 2nd dimension mml a lot and what that would contain

Like namely just cavendishes reaction to doofenshmirtz being "heinz doofenshmirtz: your leader" instead of professor time

#i have no idea if this makes sense #mml #milo murphy’s law #pnf #phineas and ferb across the 2nd dimension #across the second dimension #at2d #atsd #balthazar cavendish #heinz doofenshmirtz #professor time

[sodastarpop]

did i do this right...?

#shadow kirby #dark meta knight #shadow dedede #dark dee #or #dark bandana dee #? #uhhhhh #i have no idea if this makes sense #sorry if it doesnt #I did not do this right me thinks #kirby fanart #apricot soda art

[sexswansworld]

It’s all whiney subs this whiney subs that. NO. I want to fuck a grumpy and broody, angsty love interest in a romance novel, dark and stormy country boy, tortured old ass man type dude. I want him to grunt and groan and shit. Like yeah, whiney subs are great, love whiney subs, but also love to see those fuckers who complain about their knees in a dad tone while sucking the strap.

#I have no idea if this makes sense #it does in my mind #I do love a whiney sub #it’s cute #adorable #little chefs kiss #but my heart will always belong to men who look like lumberjacks and have the same jaded vibe as like #idk #Gerard Butler in literally any of the Angel has fallen movies #that old man I’m done with life type beat #sigh #I’m just thinking about it #anyway #live laugh love grumpy old men #and yes I know old men can be whiney but we all know what I’m talking about

[tsuyoiqueen]

I have no excuse for this but I've been listening to Finally /// beautiful stranger by Halsey and tonight at uni I saw a couple dancing together at the bus stop, just one spinning the other and swaying to no music, and I immediately thought that Hob would do that do Morpheus so have this, i guess?

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Morpheus is not often distracted, certainly not when his negligence might result in the damnation of his realm and his creations, and after a century of imprisonment in a glass orb with no room for breathing, neither in the waking world.

Yet, somehow, between one sentence and another, he finds he can no longer discern what Hob Gadling had been saying. Although, his lover is not to blame. Even now that their meetings have become weekly (sometimes, daily) appointments, he's remained just as intrigued with Hob's fascination for the world he's spent the last six centuries in as he was when his 'project' had just begun.

In truth, he could not explain when his attention drifted away, but one moment he's staring at the display of the cellphone Hob is presenting to him, bright, colorful figures and a myriad of possibilities ("It's like holding a bloody computer in the palm of your hand!") and the next his mind has brought... certain details into sharp focus.

Such as the callouses on the hand Hob is holding the device with, acquired from years brandishing a sword into battle. Or the manner in which his other hand gestures at every word he says, waving and drawing patterns in the air as if to keep Morpheus entertained. Perhaps, it did too much of a good job.

Alas, the Lord of the Dreaming must have forgotten to pretend he was listening, because, suddenly, he feels a strong pull towards Hob and had he been human, his heart would have leaped in his chest at the motion.

Belatedly, he realizes the 'pull' was actually his lover's hand on the small of his back, drawing him closer. Even after the distance between them has been reduced to a hairs breadth, Hob's arms encircle his waist in a firm hold, but still loose enough that he can escape the embrace if he so wishes. He does not.

Hob grins, victoriously, as he does on any occasion where Morpheus allows physical contact. This time, however, he does not let go after the silence stretches on. If anything, his smile widens, and he begins to sway his body side to side slowly, step by step, leading Morpheus into what can only be a makeshift waltz.

Except, there's something missing.

"Hob?" Morpheus finds his voice, at last.

Hob doesn't miss a beat, "Yes, love?" The endearment is spoken so casually it threatens to distract him again, but Morpheus cannot afford to make a fool of himself with a dancing partner.

And so, he points out, "There is no music playing."

Hob snorts, amused, "I'm aware, Morpheus." Then, he steps back, takes Morpheus' hand in his and twirls him to the left. For once, Morpheus follows his lead.

Still, "Then, what is the purpose of this?"

A pause. Hob stops swaying and blinks at him, baffled. There is indeed no music playing but you could hear a pin drop in Hob's living room. An Endless should not be familiar with feelings such as anxiety and dread, so Morpheus catalogues the different emotions in the brown of Hob's eyes whilst he waits. They're his favorite part of his beloved; young in appearence but aged by the passage of time and all the beauty and horrors they've witnessed.

He tenses up when Hob sighs, but relaxes at the gentleness in his gaze. It is a familiar look, the one Hob gets whenever Morpheus dares to question something so simple and so mundane: equally fond and exasperated.

"My dear, sweet Dream, here's another lesson on humanity," Hob resumes their waltz, unbothered. "We don't always need a reason, a purpose, to do something. Sometimes, we do it just because."

Morpheus blinks, slow and cat-like. "Just because?" He demands a better explanation.

Hob is laughing now, but not at him. "That's right! Things like having a glass of wine even though we're not thirsty, or falling asleep even when we're not tired, or dancing with a lover when there's no music playing." He gestures at the two of them. "These are some of the simple pleasures of life."

Simple pleasures, that sounds like something his sibling, Desire, would appreciate to hear. Morpheus cannot find it in himself to complain, though. He understands it. "I see." A small, not so rare smile follows his answer.

Hob's eyebrows climb up to his hairline. "You do?" He spins Morpheus in his arms again, but his eyes never leave his lover, even as they part and reunite in their dance.

Morpheus hums, "Is it not similar to when I prepared a meal for you in your kitchen, even though I do not require food?"

The mention of the occurrence seems to surprise Hob. He sputters, choking a little. "Yeah, that- that definitely counts, love. Oh, don't go pouting at me now, I did enjoy it! It lacked salt and you probably forgot a few ingredients, but I imagine you haven't cooked for anyone in a while."

He hadn't, but Hob had taken it as his mission to feed Morpheus whenever he visited him in the waking world. It was only fair he returned the favor, especially when food is one of the wonders of life Hob never seems to tire of.

However, he's too prideful to admit to it just yet. "What use does it have for one such as I? I rule the dreams of men, assembling a feast should be no problem. I require only the will and creativity of my dreamers."

Hob shakes his head, as if he's heard it all before. He concedes, "Never said you couldn't, darling, but don't think I'm an ungrateful bugger! It was perfect for me. Did I not eat everything you prepared?"

Morpheus takes that into consideration, though he doesn't need to. Hob is daydreaming about the day his lover welcomed him home with dinner and, more importantly, his presence at the table.

He smiles, bashful, and compromises. "Apologies, I shall try again soon, for my beloved."

Hob marvels at the proposition. "You don't have to... But would you really, for me?" In spite of his refusal, his face lights up.

Morpheus doesn't say, I would overthrow kingdoms for you, condemn your enemies to eternal sleep and haunt their nightmares religiously. I would lay waste to the waking world if you asked and risk Destiny's wrath. There is very little I would not sacrifice.

Instead, he raises Hob's hand to his lips and places a chaste kiss on the back. A promise, an oath sworn by the King of Dreams. He is not unfamiliar with devotion, after all.

He says, "Perhaps, my sister could advise me on the matter. She has excellent taste in food."

"Perhaps." Hob agrees.

And Morpheus holds on to his vows, as they begin to dance anew.

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #morpheus #hob gadling #dreamling #arywrites #fanfic #fluff #i don't know how to tag this lmao #just a short thing i've written ig #can i even call this my first dreamling fic? #i just want them to be happy #i have no idea if this makes sense #it's 12 AM and i'm sleep deprived and i have work at 6 in the morning please spare me #hope morpheus will give me good dreams after this #i just love writing on his pov #also listen to beautiful stranger #otp: centennial boyfriends

[aemontargaryen-bloodraven]

Daenerys finding strength in Rhaegar's memory, wanting and symbolically crossing the Trident // Arya finding strength in her memories with Jon and wanting go to the Wall.

Trident and Wall both being the places where both of their brothers die.

#Daenerys Targaryen #Arya Stark #Jon Snow #Rhaegar Targaryen #ASOIAF #Ramblings #I have no idea if this makes sense #I just had to put this out there

[mixedbag-o-beans]

Call-out Post To Creatives

it has to be bad before it can be good. it has to be bad before it can be good. let me say that again: it has to BE BAD BEFORE IT CAN BE GOOD.

nothing can be great if you deny it the chance to exist in the first place

literally nothing is stopping you from making bad art except yourself. Art does not have to be good, it just has to be. good is so subjective anyway. give yourself permission to be bad at things.

#writing #creative process #self callout #art #i have no idea if this makes sense #perfectionism

[timetoddddavis]

Ok ok ok, Tachibana spends the entire series trying to be good, but he mixes up Good with Doing As He Is Told. Tachibana is the most lawful character. He needs to be told what to do and when to do it, he craves structure and safety and being told he's done a good job. You can see it from the very start, and then every time he runs off to an authority figure. Karasuma was the President of Board. Kiryuu was his senpai. Hirose Senior was a researcher. Tachibana needed them, he needed to follow their lead, he needed them to tell him what to do. Even if it was against Kenzaki, even if it was against what the others thought was right, even if as an audience member or made NO SENSE, if an authority figure told him anything he had to follow them. Because they would know, right?? Because he's desperate for structure. The man was so riddled with anxiety he manifested psychosomatic symptoms, he TOLD A WOMAN HE ATE A PUZZLE PIECE as a totem of protection for her. (and she accepted that, she accepted that, she knew, she understood, she took care of him, they could have been so happy) This made sense to him! He was manifesting order in a chaotic time, or tried to, while he was a hurricane rapidly spinning out of control! When left to his own devices he moved into what looked like an abandoned building! He swiped food when no one was around and ate bad spaghetti! He was falling apart and could not listen to help no matter who it was coming from, and hitched his wagon to anyone who could just give him something to do.

I loved him! I loved him so much, the big dumb desperate lug!

#kamen rider blade #tachibana sakuya #I'm not ok after 47 you guys #I have no idea if this makes sense #'Davis why did you like Daiji's arc' BECAUSE THIS SEEMS SE OBVIOUS TO ME #blade spoilers #spoilers

[chouchen]

Hi Chouchen,

My message is going to be a bit unusual and tricky to understand, so I recommend getting some hot tea to tame a possible future brain freeze before reading further. My personal favorite is peach tea.

You have been warned.

I saw your art about Diluc surrounded by new friends who are minors. It's cute in many regards.

As to why I am writing, I am open to hearing your thoughts on me disagreeing on your vision of these kinds of friendships.

The long-term downsides to them are:

1. dissociation

2. codependency

3. stagnation of emotional development

This visitor of your blog has tried to recreate the found family trope for years because this one cannot settle for simple hobbies. XD

Non-blood related caregiver-caretaker relationships usually don't work due to:

1. Glorified dissociation, mentioned earlier

2. Blood family curses

3. Insecurity

I thought this information might be interesting for you in case you are fond of the trope as well.

TY for your thoughts and attention!

Hello there !

so i read your message multiple times and i really don't understand what you mean ^^' it puts me in a bad situation

i never researched about the psychological effects of a non-blood related caretaker relationship so i dont really know....

i dont think it really matters in this case, the kids themselves have their own stories and it's shown they're all pretty independent already

this is really just a silly game headcanon, i dont think i want to bring this kind of stuff into something i drew just for fun and because i know people enjoy this hc !

i really just see diluc has some kind of "clumsy with kids big bro", he would just give them cocoa if they knock on his door and fall to his knees if they burn their tongues or smth ヽ(；▽；)ノ

sorry if my response has nothing to do with your message, im just really lost here

#i have no idea if this makes sense #ask

[quaranmine]

yall i like my job but i think the least favorite part of my job, other than redtape and general infuriating bureaucracy, is how up-in-the-air it is. like guys im gonna be real. sometimes i just need a concrete task list to check off one by one but half of my work is just making "connections" between other groups and talking about things. but i swear i lose the plot half the time. i know the issues. i know the office i need to talk to. but i have difficulty with this high-level viewpoint on issues because i never really know what i'm asking for

#i have no idea if this makes sense #but it's like my job tasks aren't always 'do xyz and report back' it is often just like. please connect with this person. #but it isnt like connect with this person and ask for a specific thing. which would be easier #it's like...idk discuss ideas and opportunities and stuff. but it is difficult for me to know where and when and what limits there are #i still dont think it's making sense idk it's just a difficult aspect of the job to me

[ladyddanger]

C!Tnt duo went home together after the Christmas party, cuddled on the couch and fell asleep.

Wilbur wakes up with a mouthful of feathers and a sleepy, hungover Quackity sprawled on top of him. For such a little guy Quackity is fucking heavy and Wilbur’s like ohhh no guess this is my fate now. :( to be stuck under Quackity forever. Oh dear this this sucks :/ <makes no effort to get up and goes back to sleep>

Foolish walks in on them and is like :0. He sneaks out and makes the perfectly reasonable assumption they slept together.

Quackity wakes up and is so embarrassed he sneaks out of his own house and pretends not to remember anything. Foolish is convinced c!tnt slept together and are in secret relationship, wilbur is very confused.

#I have no idea if this makes sense #but have a tnt duo au #c!tntduo #c!wilbur #c!quackity #c!foolish