Team Phantom all have an inside joke where they refer to Dani as Danny’s daughter, while also calling Vlad an absentee mother who doesn’t pay child support.
Eventually Danny’s at the Justice league space station and hears some of the senior members talking about how the current Robin has attempted to stab a multiple people.
Danny curiously asks them about Robin and eventually they tell him he’s 11 and he just accidentally blurts out that his daughter’s around robins age.
The league members, stare at “eternally a teenager” Danny and go through mini existential crisis about the member that looks like a child having a child of their own. One of them asks if his daughter’s adopted and Danny says that she’s biologically his.
They ask about her mother or other parent and he says that if his daughters “mother” paid child support then he could have a say in things.
Eventually the conversation gets to Batman’s ears and he corners Phantom, not for learning sensitive information about Robin, but for parenting tips.
Now Danny’s giving Batman advice on how to treat/care for a surprise ex-assassin child with an absentee criminal “mother” who obsesses over their child’s father.
(Dash/Bart) Dash is just trying to have a casual morning jog. This redhead curly haired asshole keeps passing him like it's nothing. He starts running faster. One of these days he's going to make a run without this guy dressed right out of the 90s lapping him.
Hero, surprised: You killed that person too? When?
Villian: After you’ve met them and before now.
Hero, gritting their teeth: Obviously. When exactly? And why for that matter as well!
Villian: A foolish reason; now that I think about it. They threatened you. To expose you. To let your little secret slip out.
Hero, shocked:...
it is very frustrating to see AI art on instagram get tens, even hundreds of thousands of likes and shares and views meanwhile art made by actual people that took hours upon hours of labor gets no attention at all. very soul-crushing reality that makes me want to give up on sharing my art
cas girlism reign eternal because we were cas baited to thee bitter end. where’s the angel forever and ever. we won because he is alive and heaven is his house but they kept that gay angel from our screens in a manner most foul
“I mean we hated each other in high school so I’m not surprised this whole thing sparked again.” Daniel shifted on his chest, looking up at him with a frown that Johnny refused to acknowledge as adorable.
“I didn’t hate you in high school?” Johnny blinked down at the brunet, his brain making a noise that sounds distinctly like a record scratch.
“What? But I thought-” Daniel shifted his whole body up this time, swinging a leg over Johnny’s body and settling on his thighs. The blonds hands immediately came up to rest on the other’s hips, though his brain didn’t automatically kick into gear this time around.
“Johnny. Yeah, we had that whole rivalry thing going on and you pissed me off but I didn’t hate you. If anything I was afraid of you.” Johnny winces with the words, averting his gaze as his hands clenched on the other man’s waist.
Daniel leant forward slightly, cupping his cheeks with far too gentle hands so he could turn Johnny’s head back toward him, “Hey. It’s in the past and I know you were going through your own things back then. We talked about it.”
Johnny was still unconvinced, frowning up at his partner as the brunet huffed a soft laugh, “If it makes you feel any better, I had a raging crush on you for most of that year.”
The blond groaned, pulling a laughing Daniel down so he could hide his burning blush in the other man’s shoulder, “Now you’re just making me sound like an utter asshole.”
“Johnny you were an asshole! You got upset I was talking to your ex-girlfriend. And we didn’t even date!” Said man groaned again, wrapping his arms around the other so he couldn’t pull away and see his face.
Johnny knew Daniel was only joking about the crush thing, but he didn’t know he didn’t hate him at all. The brunet snorted, turning his head so he could land a somewhat awkward kiss on the side of the blond’s head.
“I love you…” Johnny felt his face heat up more and he knew Daniel could feel it too but he couldn’t bring himself to care much, too busy turning his own head so he could lay a gentle kiss on the side of Daniel’s neck.
remember like earlier this year when people would make 10k note posts about how all plastic surgery was mutilation and then when someone assumed they were a terf because of it they'd throw a tantrum and make another 10k note post about how the death of feminism had come because the transgenders called them a terf for saying terf shit
Their shoes lay kicked off at the foyer entrance, forgotten.
Yasmine leads Moon around the hall’s velvet centerpiece, twirling with one hand on her friend’s waist and the other on a glass of merlot. The marble floor is cold against Moon’s feet, but her cheeks are burning.
It feels like a princess ball. And Yasmine...
Already drunk, she trips. Her wine spills, hitting Moon’s shirt.
Moon only laughs. Yasmine’s flustered, self-conscious blubbering is somehow so beautiful.
She kisses Yas to shut her up.
Sunset light sets the room aglow. When Moon looks out elegant windows, the clouds gleam like rubies.
***
And I chose you
The one I was dancing with
In New York LA
No shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was maroon
The burgundy on my t-shirt
When you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
So scarlet, it was
The mark you saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
//What muse says or does equals not what mun wants.
Just because my muse turns to leave the scene, doesn't mean I want the scene to end. I like my muse to be pursued sometimes. You know you like that too.
My muse can, indeed, make the wrong guess or assumption about something. Do not take everything they say as the holy gospel. Do not be afraid to correct my muse or argue.
My muse's "No" sometimes just means "Try harder.". If you're worried about consent to do anything, ask the mun. It's the only consent that truly matters between us (and no, this is generic to any discussions between muses. Don't get yourself into a twist thinking it's sexual).
It is fine and even fun to try and stop my muse from doing something if yours has a different idea on how to go about something.
Conflict between muses is fun and can lead to fantastic character development. Fluff is nice, but do not be afraid to spice things up.