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#i’m the real clown here
this-is-a-blog-yo · 2 years
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accio-victuuri · 3 months
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what wyb has allegedly been listening to lately. all the linkin park songs and then that one faye wong track ( dream person which is an ost from chungking express ). who just performed a song by her today? lol. what a coincidence. yep, tracks done in galas like this are definitely supervised by the tv station. they probably give certain artists a list of songs they could perform. but it’s also possible xz suggested this, and it is up to them to say yes or no.
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isawken · 1 year
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breaking news:
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taking psychic damage from the looming threat of all the stuff i’ll have to do this year
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saturnsuv · 1 year
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@declanwidow @darcyolsson
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cryptid-crawly · 2 years
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No wonder all the other avatars clowned on jon the whole time. They spent like 50 years dealing with Gertrude “I’m the thing monsters see in their nightmares” Robinson. Years having the Archivist boogeyman in the closet and then this uptight twink comes in with zero knowledge and zero explosives? Like no wonder they gave our mans a hard time. It’s like going from Darth Vader out there stalking you to a wet cat in a sweatervest.
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knight brady au chat in the tags so you can ignore if you want!
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Pros and cons of telling someone if they could watch any show to understand you better it would be this one and then shortly after quoting a line between two partners who take several years to finally admit they’re in love with one another:
Pros: if they were to ever watch it there’s enough episodes where it would take until at least the summer so you have permanently left the state
Cons: they will absolutely remember because you are so unaffectionate that anything you say like that is one in a million and will be quoted back at you bc u are unaffectionate and may very well connect the dots down the line
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aroaessidhe · 1 year
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2023 reads // twitter thread    
The Girl and the Grove
contemporary fantasy about a newly adopted girl trying to fit into her new life and ignore the mysterious voices in her head
she joins an environmental club for the summer with her best friend, and finds herself drawn to an old grove in the park
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bebx · 1 year
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note to self: don’t go watch tiktok/youtube edits of characters you’re interested in whose movies/shows you plan on watching but haven’t done so yet unless you want to give yourself spoilers. like it should’ve been obvious enough helpppp
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sqvudgeboy · 1 month
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You know when I prepared a combat with a timed objective I expected the players would try to reach that quickly using their feline agility, flight, teleportation, etc. I guess I should have accounted for the possibility that they spend two rounds puttering around the deployment zone and losing all their hp to the low level minions (the minibosses have not taken so much as a scratch mind) before realizing they fucked up and rushing for the objective but still taking the long way around for some reason
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alonelywaterbottle · 6 months
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Coworker: hey, what kind of music do you listen to?
Mrs uhhhhhhhhhhhh
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capetowncapers · 6 months
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Ok, does anyone have any recommendations of good clothing brands that support palestine? I know some brands the BDS movement has identified to steer clear of but I want to make sure im not missing anything 👀
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hemipteran · 1 year
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I’m officially off the deep end boys
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likedaylighht · 9 days
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Ahhh I love release weeks, the chaos, the clowning… something new and wild happpens every few hours, new lyrics make us lose our goddamn minds, fans arguing FOR a double album, fans arguing AGAINST a double album, tiktok swifties for some reason thinking rep tv is coming, spiraling about wether or not Taylor’s cat is dead (this is a new one), unfollowing and blocking left and right bc of leaks (are they real? Are they fake? Who knows, too late once you see them), everyone live blogging their mental breakdowns, someone logging in who’s been away all day and is confused, seeing takes from the mutual in law you don’t like, the “I KNEW IT FROM THE BEGINNING” types, people complaining that their job expects them to do work, seeing a “I’m so glad I took off of work on friday” post, the “actually I still haven’t recovered from folklore/evermore/etc” crowd, there’s really nothing else like it, honored to spend every release week on here with you guys I wouldn’t want to spend it any other way
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dcxdpdabbles · 2 months
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you’ve inspired me so here’s a thing you can do whatever with cause I got a migraine and lost my train of thought
so Danny’s working the bar at the iceberg lounge and notices more people are stress drinking, even the Big Names and asks what’s up only to find it’s ✨Tax Season✨
Danny: oh I always forget about that
someone: (aghast) you don’t pay your taxes
Danny: *shrugs* I’m not allowed to pay taxes
wtf does that mean, is he exempt, someone asks but no Danny explains that the first and only time he tried to pay his taxes he received a full refund and a cease and desist order
word gets around and not even the joker want to mess with Danny because what kind of a monster can scare the irs
(This is actually an inherited problem from his parents)
"What did you just say?" Danny looks up from where he is mixing drinks. Across from him is a purple suit-wearing clown- he hates clowns, so he was attempting not to make eye contact- whose whole white face is twitching slightly.
Danny blinks slowly, using every ounce of self-control to not give in to the urge to reach across the bar and slap him. After a moment, he answered, "I always forget tax season."
"You're crazy enough to take on the IRS?" The clown's jaw drops. "I mean Batman, sure, I understand that, but the IRS?"
Danny frowns. "I don't take them on. I don't have to do my taxes."
"How?" A man in a suit covered in question marks demands from further down the bar.
He shrugs his shoulders a little. "I tried it once, but they sent me a full refund and a cease and desist order. They only remind me that I cannot file taxes now."
"Prove it," A man covered in scales hisses.
Danny grabs a rag, using it to clean off the lemon juice. He reaches into his apron pocket, pulling out a folded-up letter. He could have left it in his locker, but stuff always went missing there. Best to keep his stuff on his person while working. "Sure. Here I have it now. I went to the post office before my shift-hey!"
The lade covered in leaves yanks the letter out of his hand, unfolding it and reading the words as though it wasn't a federal crime. Her voice wavers when she gets to the reminder that the United States of America Internal Revenue Service would not stand another attempt at Daniel Fenton's taxes.
"This can't be real," She scoffs, but there is an underline of worry in her voice that she can't entirely hide.
She turns to a man in a strange white and black suit- like it's evenly split down the middle strange. It matches his face, though; one side is gorgeous, and the other is deformed. "This isn't real, is it Two-Face?"
Two-face takes the paper from her hand, carefully reading the words before pulling out his phone and typing away. After a few seconds, he pauses, then gasps. "It's real. My boys just confirmed the Tax ID number. He is not legally allowed to do taxes."
"Holly Molly, you're insane," the clown gasped, backing out of the seat while pointing at Danny as though he was the devil. "Stay away from me you lunitic! I'm not messing with the IRS's boogie man!"
He turned tail and ran, leaving behind a stunned Danny, wondering what he could have said to earn that reaction. His parents back home were also ordered to not do their taxes. It's common.
He turns to his other customers, ready to take their order, but they all pale and quickly duck away from him as well.
Strange.
Then, Danny notices the silence that has fallen upon the Iceberg Lounge. Even the music has been cut off as everyone stares at him in disbelief.
He shifts, a little uncomfortable with the stares. Danny has never grown used to attention, no matter how much he craved it as a teenager. He always wanted to be in the It Crowd and be given an official membership to the A-listers, but he grew to understand that the only way they liked seeing him was in pain.
So Danny learned to avoid attention as he could, which wasn't complex as the part of the town's freaks, but the very few mintues someone did pay attention to him something terrible ended up happening.
Dash stuffed him into a locker while classmates laughed and cheered the bully on.
A teacher calling on him just to make him feel stupid.
His parents realized he was slipping in his grades and reminded him that he was a failure to the family's intelligence.
Or some random GIW agent that "banished" him from his Earth, flinging Danny straight across the universe to whatever hellhole Gotham crawled out of.
He barely got this bartending job only a few weeks ago- lying about his age which he thinks his boss doesn't care about- and using a shade of an old bartender to coach him in mixology.
Shades were different from ghosts. For one thing, they were weaker and unable to be seen by regular people. They could not interact with the world and often didn't even know they were dead. If Danny had been able to see them before the portal, he would have known they were the cause of what is commonly known as a "ghost."
They were the myths.
Jeff Ricci is Shade, one who is aware he died. He was killed in a gang shoot-out a few years after he and his sister ran away from an abusive home. They traveled through three states, dodging police and CPS, before they disappeared among Gotham's homeless population.
The pair of siblings survived for a while doing odd jobs for local gangs- things like drug runs or helping them move guns- which is why Jeff was out there the night the fight broke out.
It was an imperfect stroke of luck, the wrong place and time. The two had been doing so well, too. They had both gotten jobs at the Iceberg Lounge, lying about their ages, where Jeff was a dishwasher, and Lucia was a housekeeper.
After hours, Jeff was taught by his coworkers how to properly mix drinks, waiting for Lucia to finish her job. When the two turned eighteen, Lucia became a waitress, and Jeff joined the bar- though if anyone asked or checked their employee records, both were twenty-one.
With better pay and hours, they could rent an apartment, finally gaining a home after three years of homelessness. Jeff had lived in that home for only a month when he accepted a job to buy Lucia some migraine medication and had perished.
Lucia lived on without her twin, broken far more than before, but she still had the apartment and job at the Iceberg Lounge. She was unaware her brother still followed her around, watching her actaully turn twenty-one while he remained eighteen.
That's how Danny met him, a somewhat see-through man casually following one of the prettiest waitresses. He had assumed he was being a creep, but Jeff had been delighted that someone could not only see him but was willing to protect his sister by threatening him away from her.
In exchange for lessons on proper mixing, Jeff asked Danny to keep an eye on his sister. Help her when he could not. It was a fair trade from one younger brother to another.
The shade is currently leaning against the counter beside Danny, staring at him as though Danny was a god. "You scare the Joker. Shit, Danny, I knew you were some kind of Rouge in the making, but to take out heavy hitters like this before your debut!? That's just terrifying! Would you be willing to pay my sister to be your secretary or something? She's a great typer!"
What a strange place Gotham is.
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