There was a slight miscommunication.
Danny says "Get souped!" or variations of it when he soups a rogue.
In a different dimension, the few recordings that the Justice League was able to get their hands on of the High King of the Infinite Realms didn't really have a lot of sound coming through, just static.
They need to summon him to wrangle a threat from his home dimension, but they can't hear what he wants.
But Batman can read lips.
Clearly, the best offering to summon the Ghost King is soup.
"I'll have Agent A make soup," he says, completely neutrally.
"I think we'll need the best soup, though. How about I go get my Ma to make some?" Says Superman, side eyeing Batman.
"I believe my mother knows of a fantastic recipe only found in Themyscira," says Wonder Woman, checking her nails.
"My dad left me a recipe for the best fish stew I've ever had," says Aquaman, already halfway out the door to get groceries.
"My pop makes a real good chicken noodle; you can't beat the classics," says Static, already texting his father.
"I have managed to make the most accurate approximation that I can to a very widely enjoyed Martian stew," says Martian Manhunter, staring Superman down.
All of the Heroes assembled glare at each other.
"...How about we let the King decide?" Asks Constantine, shrinking in on himself when the attention gets turned on him.
The High King get's summoned to a row of Superheroes glaring at him, with different soups laid before him.
They're all encouraging him to eat the best one, but he knows a trap when he sees it. He's a Midwesterner, and they fight their social battles with recipes.
Daniel Fenton forces himself to eat it all.
When asked which was the best?
"Oh, they were all so good I just can't bring myself to choose one over the other."
@simplestoryteller
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Yall talking bout how the hws nations wouldn't have human friends cuz they'd just keep dying, but have you considered!! Them being a family friend, as in, being friends with a whole family and staying friends with them as generation keep coming and going.
They'd be that weird "aunt"/"uncle" that's always just sorta there and only God knows why they're here but they're fun and love everyone so we'll just keep 'em I guess. They're that distant "family" member that you haven't seen for a long time but they come in and automatically start commenting at "how tall you've gotten!"
Bonus: it's a good way to show how close and connected they are to their people, and how much they care about them.
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The JJK leaks have me weak!!! LMFAO Miguel is THAT nigga istg. Gojo always catchin strays and being clueless is so canon I can't lmfao.
also not me being even more delulu and taking Gege wokeness as lowkey confirmation that they did in fact make Toji nigga coded. idc imma die on this hill for my daddy T-Raw. lmfao this also confirms the fact if i dated Gojo i'd be cussing him out daily lmfao
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CAN /I/ COME OVER TO PLAY WITH YOUR CATS AND THEN EAT SNACKS AND WATCH A MOVIE WITH YOU 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
OMG MONICA YES!! Come over and we can play with Sol ☀️ and Moon 🌙 until they get tired and fall asleep.
Then we can have whatever snacks you want and maybe watch a movie in Italian so I can practice or we can watch Vice Versa and you can tell me about all the details and meanings that I missed on my first watch. Don’t worry about holding back, say everything you want lol!
We’ll have a great time!! 😁🥰
(Pls excuse the low quality pic 🙈)
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meticulously planning 'candid' photos for Flarrie?
Please! :D
Carrie wasn’t sure what Flynn wanted.
She knew they wanted something because Flynn had started the conversation by asking Carrie how their day had been in that abnormally tight way of theirs. The one where she was forcing herself to be polite and not make it seem like they were only here to ask for something.
An old lingering habit of times past, back when they were still mending bridges between them.
“Something I can help you with, Flynn?”
“What?” Flynn’s voice remained tight and forcefully pleasant. A single eyebrow raise from Carrie was all it took for Flynn to drop the weak facade.
“Some idiot at work keeps trying to ask me out and refuses to take no for an answer.”
“Ugh.” Carrie said under her breath, Flynn nodding their agreement with an eye roll. “So what? You want Willie and I to go do the reverse Uno card routine?”
Flynn shook her head, a laugh playing at the corner of her mouth. “No, but.”
“But?”
With a heavy sigh, Flynn sat straighter before speaking in an unexpectedly fast rush, with an expression reminiscent of someone ripping off the band-aid to get it over with. “The only way I could get him to stop was to tell him I was already dating someone, but Jordyn over heard and wanted to hear more and see pictures, and I said I couldn’t show her any pictures until I spoke to my partner, and of course ‘McAsshole takes-no-hints’ heard everything.”
“Woah, Flynn, breathe.” Flynn stopped with another aggravated puff of air, shooting Carrie an unexpectedly apprehensive look. She didn’t really care for it. “How many sodas have you had today?”
Flynn’s eyes hardened into a brief glare that felt more comfortably familiar, but otherwise didn’t answer the question.
“God, I don’t envy your dentist.”
“My teeth are perfect, thank you very much.”
“Mhmm, sure.” Carrie said, with a smirk. “You still haven’t said why you are here.”
“I need pictures to show Jordyn.”
“Ok, and?” Carrie asked, unable to fully ignore Flynn’s withering glare. “What? You want me to be your girlfriend?”
“I mean, not like, for real.” Flynn said with a groan. “But, like, help me get some pics that would be convincing enough for Jordyn.”
Carrie shot her own glare Flynn’s way, not sure what exactly was meant by ‘convincing enough photos.’
“I’ll get you a drink from that new Boba Tea place.” Flynn clearly misread Carrie’s apprehension. “And a whole pastry pack from that new vegan bakery. The double dozen one.”
That was a tempting, and not entirely cheap, offer but still it didn’t answer. “What kinds of photos?”
“Nothing too intimate.” Flynn rushed to say. “Just a couple of selfies and maybe a shot or two of us like holding hands or hanging out or something.”
Carrie inspected her nails as she thought it over. “They’d all have to look like they were taken on different days, though, wouldn’t they.”
“Probably, yeah, to make it convincing. But I don’t have work the next couple of days, and we could make a day of it. Maybe even get your Boba and pastries along the way.”
Carrie narrowed her eyes as she walked back to her room gesturing for Flynn to follow. “How coordinated are we aiming for?”
“Knowing you?” Flynn began through a small laugh. “We’d be coordinated most if not all the time.”
“Knowing you, you’d forget to tell me some feature piece of your outfit that'd completely ruin any of my efforts.”
Carrie’s eye roll at Flynn’s apologetic shrug was belied by her own small smile. The planning soon moved back to Flynn’s apartment with Carrie dragging a good portion of her wardrobe with her. Though they didn’t initially plan for it, Carrie ended up staying for the night due to how late their planning ran into the night.
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