Today, I am forty
This is an age I genuinely never thought I would be. My physical and mental health issues have always made me feel like I was unlikely to reach middle age, but here I am, on the beginning of my fourth decade.
I have reached a year mark without requiring surgery for my endometriosis - For the first time in seven years, I am not planning a hospital stay or counting down to an operation, or restarting my recovery. I am in surgical menopause, with twenty-three scars on my abdomen, and scar tissue pain, but in better health than I have been in over a decade.
I want my forties to be a decade of renewal and stability. I want to stabilise my sleep schedule which has been ridiculously, notoriously awful for my entire thirties. I want to continue to deepen my love for my husband and my family. I want to try to achieve a better work-life balance - Teaching can be all-consuming, and i have felt the lick of the flames of burn-out on my heels. I want to look after myself, and treat my body and mind with kindness and compassion. I want to make memories and not live on the sidelines anymore.
I want my forties to be better than the last ten years. I want this decade to be about love, for my family, for my friends and for myself.
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"Nightwing."
Dick froze halfway across a rooftop, the lights and gunshots of Bludhaven disappearing in an instant. A scowl flashed across his face, teeth clenched and bared, before he forced it back. His face smoothed back out and his voice took on a pleasant, amused tone. "Slade. How did you get this frequency?"
"Nevermind that," Slade scolded. "We have more important things that need discussing, and information to be revealed."
"Is this about Constantinople?" He asked with a lilt, propping one hand on his hip. "Because I thought I told you, those geese totally counted as villains and deserved arrest--"
"I found a child vigilante. What do I do with it?"
"Ex-cuse me?" His fist clenched. "Is this a trick question?"
"No."
"What do you mean, 'what do I do with it?' You know what to do with it; you become its nemisis when their 15 and haunted them for the next decade." His voice was thinly-veiled rage. He couldn't stop himself from shaking. That poor kid, Slade has his sights set on them. He's going to torture that kid, or worse, and now I have to track Slade's trail back to wherever he found this kid--
"I can't do that! He's only eight years old!"
"What?"
"There's this eight year old meta brat running around a Mid-West town in his pajamas while adults shoot at him. There isn't a mentor in sight, and one of the kid's rogues has threatened to skin him. What. Do. I. Do?"
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Έκτρωμα-το σώμα μου.
Ένα καζάνι που βράζει… έτοιμο να εκραγεί ,έτοιμο να μεταφερθεί από τη θέση του με μοναδικό σκοπό να φτάσει στο άκρο του τραπεζιού ,στο «χείλος» της ζωής… και τελικά εκεί που λες « Ουφ τη γλίτωσα!» πέφτει… Πέφτει και το καπάκι ανοίγει, ανοίγει και χύνεται το χάος , αλλά όχι το χάος που φαντάζεται ο νους σας σχηματίζοντας ένα μαύρο σύννεφο σε σχήμα αποκρουστικό. Φανταστείτε ένα χάος σαν μπερδεμένα μακαρόνια. Έχετε ξεμπερδέψει ποτέ μακαρόνια;
Δεν ξέρεις πότε θα σε βρει.
Σε ξέρεις . Ξέρεις ότι με ανθρώπους δεν συμβαίνει, φοβάσαι… όχι τόσο για το τι θα πουν αλλά για το τι θα νομίζουν. Ξέρεις ομως ότι το λεπτό που θα πατήσεις το πόδι σου στο σπίτι τα «μακαρόνια» μπερδεύονται και το χάος ανατέλλει . Ξέρεις και ότι δεν σε εμπιστεύεσαι μόνη με φαγητό . Φοβάσαι να μείνεις μόνη. Φοβάσαι να φας . Ξέρεις ότι δεν θα μπορέσεις να το ελέγξεις . Μα δεν σε ξέρεις ! Δεν ξέρεις την δύναμη κρυμμένη μέσα σου . Δεν ξέρεις ότι μπορείς να διαβείς βουνά ολόκληρα .
Αγάπησε το γαμωτο ! Αυτά τα πόδια σε πήγαν σε εκδρομές . Αυτό το σώμα αγκάλιασε με αγάπη κάθε άνθρωπο σου . Αυτό το σώμα βοήθησε την αδερφή σου να ανεβεί τα σκαλιά όταν ήταν μικρή . Αυτό το σώμα κράτησε ο μεγάλος σου αδερφός όταν είχες μεθύσει εκείνη τη φορά στην 1η τάξη του Λυκείου. Αυτό το σώμα έκανε σεξ με εκείνο το αγόρι που είχες ερωτευτεί στα 19 σου σε ένα Opel Corsa του 05’ . Αυτό το σώμα γέννησε το ξανθό κοριτσάκι σου που τώρα κάθεται στον καναπέ και σε κοιτάει με τα αστραφτερά της μάτια. Είσαι τέλεια για αυτη ! Δεν τη νοιάζει η κόκκινη σου ραγάδα στο δε��ί μηρό, ούτε η χαλάρωση στο αριστερό σου μπράτσο.
Ο μπαμπάς σου , η κολλητή σου , το αγόρι σου , το παιδί σου σκέφτεται ότι είναι τέλειο , ότι δεν έχει πρόβλημα , δεν είναι άσχημο , δεν είναι έκτρωμα όπως εσυ η ίδια του καταλογίζεις ολημερίς ολονυχτίς και καθημερινώς.
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Danny is the Crazy Old Man™️ of Gotham
So, the events of Danny Phantom happened decades ago
Like, Phantom Planet was one of the first instances of Superheroes in HISTORY. Early 1900's, just the Fentons were Insanely Ahead of their Time!
Danny is still a Halfa, but has allowed himself to grow old and live his best life before fully dying so he can accept his Throne in the Infinite Realms. He decides to experience Life in the fullest way possible, partying, drinking, making long lasting friendships that shape the lives of everybody he meets, all that!
Eventually, Danny's Party Life leads him to Gotham. And this place is just amazing!
It has all the comforts of Home, with so much more! He can Party! He can Fight! He can do anything he wants and nobody bats an eye, because a crazy old man getting into a fistfight in the middle of the road is just another Tuesday for Gotham!
He decides to spend the rest of his Mortal Life there. And this is still Early On in the DC Timeline, like, Batman Year 1 is happening Right Now.
He hangs around, befriends the local Homeless Population, and mostly just has the time of his Life! And he takes up the stereotypical Homeless Old Man look because why fight it? That's literally what he's going for!
He also unintentionally sets up a bunch of future events
He teaches Kid!Jason on his to steal Tires as repayment for driving off some muggers with a Baseball Bat (honestly he was looking forward to being mugged, it's a new experience after all)
He pulls Kid!Tim into an Alley after Tim gets caught out at night and gets chased by some Punks. He hides Tim behind a Dumpster and tricks the Punks into mugging him instead (Yay! He finally got mugged!)
He becomes kind of well known as the Old Man who wants to experience everything before he dies. He says as much too, not like he really has a reason to hide it. He just tells people "I want to live my life to the fullest, it don't matter if I live 10 more years or 10 more minutes, I'm gonna experience every second of it!"
He once walked into a Cloud of Fear Gas to see what it was like. Later he said it was a 6/10. "Not the worst thing I've had injected into my body!" He says with no Context.
He traded places with a Hostage during an active Crime Scene because he wanted to know what it's like.
He was once dared to take Batmans Utility Belt by another Homeless Guy as a joke, so he walked up to Batman later that night in full view of everybody else and just asked for his Belt. He gives up after a few minutes, and one guy asked "Why not fight him for it? It's an experience after all.". Danny replys "Nah, I've fought Vigilantes before. It was fun though, gotta say!"
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This got away from me, but all this to say: Imagine the Bat Families Reaction when they find out "Crazy Old Danny" is PHANTOM. You know, THE FIRST SUPERHERO!
I imagine Constantine is having a stroll though Gotham after finishing up some business with Bruce, and just bumps into a homeless guy by accident.
Later that night:
Batman: Constantine, Why are you calling? Is it to do with the-
Constantine: Why the fuck is there a Homeless God in your City?
Batman: Wait wha-
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Or imagine they know before Constantine meets him, and it goes instead like this
Constantine: Why the fuck is there a Homeless God in your City?!
Batman: You mean Old Man Danny? He's just a homeless guy? What do you mean?
Constantine: I swear on what's left of my Soul, that is a God.
Batman, a little shit: I don't think so, I would know (fully knows)
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i don’t remember if i ever shared this here, but a while ago i posted a little twitter thread about bats and gas station snacks and some very talented podficcers made a podfic of it! 🎧
[podfic] Jersey Vigilantes Don't Pump Gas by isweedan & reena_jenkins
original thread (text under the cut):
nested tweet reading: ever since i learned gotham is supposed to be in new jersey i can’t get this concept out of my head: [a badly drawn bumper sticker that says “jersey vigilantes don’t pump gas”] / quote tweet reading: the batmobile can’t just slip in and out of a gas station unnoticed. an employee HAS to go fill up the tank. meanwhile the tired night shift cashier knows the various robin eras because they come in to buy different snacks as time goes on.
one night while the manager is out filling *the literal batmobile* the cashier blinks and comes face to face with a child in a leotard and green boots, buying a pack of twizzlers. “thanks!” the first robin calls, somehow vaulting over two rows of shelves on his way out the door.
years later, after a stretch of quiet weeks, a new, curly-haired robin comes in and grabs a bag of flamin hot pepper puffs. the cashier doesn’t even think robin 2 actually likes them, but he looks really satisfied with himself every time he drops them on the counter.
(even after the second robin abruptly stops coming in, the cashier keeps slipping flamin hot pepper puffs onto their order list. no one else ever buys them, but it just—feels like the thing to do, somehow.)
a stretch of months without a robin, oddly tense. then the third robin appears, even smaller than the first two. he slips inside and buys a cup of black coffee and drains it in one go right at the coffee station, nervously eyeing the door like he’s afraid he’ll be caught.
the fourth robin, when she shows up, makes a beeline for the protein bars. finally, the cashier thinks, someone remotely sensible for this line of work. (though maybe not sensible enough—or maybe TOO sensible—because small caffeine robin is back a few months later.)
the fifth robin, when he first appears, approaches the counter. “you will direct me to the best snacks new jersey has to offer,” he tells the cashier.
“uh,” the cashier says. “i like sour patch kids, myself.”
robin 5 nods. “i will take a bag of sour patch children.”
(one night, not much later, red hood strolls through the door. the cashier has lived in gotham for over a decade now; they barely blink, even when nightwing bounds in after him.
“oh, shit, flamin hot pepper puffs,” red hood says. “i haven’t had these in ages.”
“aw, come on,” nightwing says, already holding a pack of twizzlers. “no one else can stand those.”
“why do you think i got them in the first place, dickhead?” red hood says. “to fend off new jersey’s number one snack thief.” and he buys buys every bag in stock.)
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