and if you’re ever in doubt! just remember that *checks notes again with an even more appalled face than before* the darkling is inherently evil and greedy because.. he’s a grisha… … hm
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i saw ur vision and so i made it reality
STOPPP WHY WERE YOU SO QUICK
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Your Ancient History, Written In Wax
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Danny knew he should have put better security around the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. It wasn’t even Vlad who opened it this time! The fruitloop was too busy doing his actual mayor duties because for some godforsaken reason, the man got re-elected.
No, it wasn’t Vlad. And it wasn’t Fright Knight, either. Nor the Observants. Who opened the Sarcophagus, then? Danny didn’t have time to find out as Pariah Dark promptly tore open a hole in reality and hunting Danny down.
The battle was longer this time. He didn’t have the Ecto-Skeleton, as that was the first thing Pariah had destroyed. The halfa had grown a lot over the past few years, and learned some new tricks, but apparently sleeping in a magic ghost box meant that Pariah had absorbed a lot of power. The bigger ghost acted like a one-man army!
Amity Park was caught in the middle of the battle, but the residents made sure it went no further than that. Vlad and the Fentons made a barrier around the town to keep the destruction from leaking. Sam, Tucker, and Dani did crowd control while Danny faced the king head-on.
Their battle shook the Zone and pulled them wildly between the mortal plane and the afterlife. Sometimes, residents noticed a blow from Pariah transported them to the age of the dinosaurs, and Phantom’s Wail brought them to an unknown future. Then they were in a desert. Then a blazing forest. Then underwater. It went on like that, but no one dared step foot outside of Amity. They couldn’t risk being left behind.
It took ages to beat him, but eventually, Danny stood above the old ghost king, encasing his symbols of power in ice so they couldn’t be used again. He refused to claim the title for himself. Tired as he was, Danny handed the objects off to Clockwork for safe keeping and started repairing the damage Pariah had done to the town. The tear he’d made was too big to fix, for now, so no one bothered. They just welcomed their new ghostly neighbors with open arms and worked together to restore Amity Park.
Finally, the day came to bring down the barrier. People were gathered around the giant device the Fentons had built to sustain it. Danny had brought Clockwork to Amity, to double check that they had returned to the right time and dimension.
Clockwork assured everyone that they were in the right spot, and only a small amount of time had passed, so the Fentons gave the signal to drop the shield.
Very quickly did they discover that something was wrong. The air smelled different. The noise of the nearby city, Elmerton, was louder and more chaotic. Something was there that wasn’t before, and it put everyone on edge.
Clockwork smiled, made a remark about the town fitting in better than before, and disappearing before Danny could catch him.
Frantic, Danny had a few of his ghost buds stay behind to protect the town while he investigated.
He flew far and wide, steadily growing horrified at the changes the world had undergone. Heroes, villains, rampant crime and alien invasions. The Earth was unrecognizable. There were people moving around the stars like it was second nature and others raising dead gods like the apocalypse was coming. Magic and ectoplasm was everywhere, rather than following the ley lines like they were supposed to.
Danny returned to Amity.
The fight with Pariah had taken them through space and time. Somewhere along the way, they had changed the course of history so badly that this now felt like an alien world.
How was he supposed to fix this?
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In the Watchtower, The Flash was wrapping up monitor duty while Impulse buzzed around him, a little more jittery than usual. The boy was talking a mile a minute, when alarms started blaring an alarming green. Flash had never seen this alarm before, and its crackling whine was grating on his ears.
Flash returned to the monitor, frantically clicking around to find the issue, but nothing was popping up. No major disasters, no invasions, no declarations of war. Nothing! What was causing the alarm?
Impulse swore and zipped to a window, pressing his face against it and staring down at Earth. “Fuck! It’s today isn’t it? I forgot!”
“What’s today?” Flash asked. He shot off a text to Batman, asking if it was an error. The big Bat said it wasn’t, and that he would be there soon.
“The arrival of Amity Park. I learned about this in school; the alarm always gives me headaches.”
Flash turned to his grandson, getting his attention. “Bart,” he stressed. “What are you talking about?”
Impulse barely glanced over his shoulder. Now that Flash was facing him, he could see a strong glow coming from Earth. “The first villain, first anti-villain, and the first hero,” he said anxiously. “They all protect the town of the original metas. They’re all here.”
“Here? Now??”
“Yeah? They weren’t before, but they are now. The first hero said there was time stuff involved, which was what inspired me to start practicing time travel in the first place.”
“I’m not following.”
“It’s okay. We should probably go welcome them before they tear apart Illinois, though. The history I remember says that some of them freaked and destroyed a chunk of the Midwest during a fight with each other.”
“WHAT?”
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most universities and colleges have an RA or security for their dorm halls and I wanna know what the foxes RA thought. how often did they see or hear what was happening and choose to say they weren’t in the building bc they didn’t wanna deal with it. how many times did they go past security desks clearly intoxicated and the person at the desk just decided to turn a blind eye. when did authority figures decide to give up enforcing the rules for the foxes because they’re always dealing with a million different things
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don’t get me wrong I think the general interpretation of Leo being like “I put up a cocky front but deep down I don’t actually think I’m that great and that’s why I have something to prove” is good. It’s cool, plenty of drama/angst potential and probably what the creators were going for, I’m here for it.
But there is a distinct appeal to me of the slightly-to-the-left interpretation of Leo being like “it’s not a front, I know I’m that good/smart/skilled, but I also know I’m seen by others as just the goofball face man and that’s why I have something to prove.”
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See, you can critique most things, and some of those criticisms are completely legitimate. But if you’re only hating on the things teenage girls care about.. maybe you just hate teenage girls
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sorry just remembered that “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls!” is a real canon line that mike wheeler said in the actual show. and then will ran away and destroyed castle byers. that really happened in the hit tv show stranger things. i need to take a moment.
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Havent been on tumblr much lately, been running around helping students with their encampments
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something metal clatters in the background and atsumu is quick to respond despite being mid bite. osamu hears the crisp rip of the fluffy bread, desensitized to the noise of a busy night market and watching his brother instead.
despite atsumu’s gift of focus on a volleyball court, he’s always been easily distracted. his left cheek puffs out, storing the mix of savory sweet goodness for now as he inspects whatever is happening in the distance.
just by the sound alone, osamu guesses it’s a chair. not quite raucous enough to be a tilting cart, and its clanging note a little too flat to be a fallen wok.
atsumu though, has never been fond of guesses. he likes certainty, thrives in it. osamu watches as his brother straightens his back. sharp collarbones peek from his shirt as his elbows dig into the table.
and actually, that meat bun he just bought is looking better than the pile of fried (more like dried) chicken he chose. osamu quickly swipes the second bun from his brother’s tray and stuffs it all in his mouth.
yes. wayyyy better. and free at that.
food has always tasted more delicious when it’s been stolen off of atsumu’s plate.
osamu is able to swallow without reprimand though atsumu’s finally calmed down enough to begin chewing through his initial bite.
how long will it take him to notice that he’s been pilfered?
he can’t help but egg on his victim just to see.
“i thought ya refused to come out to these…” when osamu knows he has his brother’s attention again, osamu tilts his head up in a mocking motion of thought, “…what’d ya call them again?”
touristy ass grabs. that’s what atsumu said earlier today after taking his suitcase and leading him to the futon he’d be sleeping in for the week.
“shut up.” the words are spoken with a beautiful view of ground meat and pressed bread between the blonde twin’s teeth.
“ya said ya didn’t want to go because,” osamu shakes his head once more, “what was it? remind me?”
the night market doesn’t fit his macros. osamu hasn’t forgotten but it makes his brother mad if he pretends that he has. so pretend he does.
“oh shut ya trap, will ya?” atsumu finally snaps. he throws his tray with the half eaten meat bun at him, “ya sound better with that in ya mouth instead.”
atsumu snatches the container of chicken from osamu’s hand. the blonde brother glares at his all too amused visitor. he pops a piece of chicken into his mouth before he speaks.
“ya know im a fucking sucker for ya, ya scrub,” atsumu begrudgingly admits. “if ya wanna go to the night market then—“
the admission shocks osamu. he looks down at the bun that is now in his possession.
he doesn’t have to finish the words because what he means is right in front of him.
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Alright, it’s time to talk about Lycion and dysmorphia and being a trans allegory
Because… yeah, I think a lot of people can really relate to being scared of mirrors because you hate everything you see in them, and going to extreme lengths to get a body you love
It’s not a complicated allegory
But, and I think this is pretty important and possibly more useful to the trans community than declaring him ours and trans… dysmorphia and dysphoria are not exclusive to trans people
They’re not even particularly related to any part of the body; it can be any part of it
And like 15 years ago when I was learning about trans issues and shit, I went and did a little research, because I eat knowledge. And y’know what fully settled any questions I had?
Found a case about a lady with what is currently being called body integrity/identity disorder, which is basically dysmorphia so severe that people have otherwise healthy limbs amputated to be able to live life in a body they can stand
This lady got both legs fully amputated, got a wheelchair, and became a pillar of her community where before she was almost bed bound
And y’know what, if that’s a thing that can happen and we can all agree that removing her legs was integral to her health, y’know what seems completely trivial by comparison?
Every gender affirming surgery ever
And y’know what is even more trivial?
All the other transition measures that have nothing to do with surgery, like hormones, puberty blockers, and social transitioning
Being trans has become a super political idea for basically no reason whatsoever, but it’s harder to maintain that ideology if you learn about things like dysphoria and dysmorphia as just medical conditions that absolutely anyone can get, and then look at what that means for gender dysphoria
Cuz if peoples’ brains can decide an entire limb has Got To Go then yeah, they’re probably also capable of deciding “that pronoun is Wrong” and we can take that just as seriously; it’s a much easier fix and also free
Basically I’m saying Lycion is our gateway drug cuz if you can understand this elf hates his body so hard he became a werewolf about it, are you really gonna throw a fit over someone getting a packer?
None of this to say you can’t or shouldn’t headcanon him as trans (and unless it comes directly and unambiguously from Ryoko Kui it’s a headcanon, nothing wrong with that it’s what fanon is for)
Just, y’know. Sound folks out on him without mentioning that part right away for your own safety and possibly entertainment 😁👉👉
Oh and super important: he’s not canonically cis either. Pretty sure it was just never specified. Enjoy and apply this knowledge across every character ever whose assigned birth gender isn’t brought up in canon
The thing Lycion definitely is in canon is a goddamn furry and an otherkin allegory, and arrested for awoo crimes. He’s one of only 5 characters in the Adventurer’s Bible with a stated gender (the others being Otta, Kaka, Kiki, and Inutade - everyone else has pronouns but no gendered nouns in English at least)
(Lycion’s “definitely a man” - or “definitely male” in the official translation, which technically excludes him from the gendered committee altogether)
You are, of course, welcome to disregard canon in all things you do - I personally encourage it, it’s much more fun to play in the space and do your own thing, and Dunmeshi has deliciously efficient story telling; there is so much empty space to play in
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At all times I am shaking with the need to see Vulcan plants, like, in order to sustain a vegetarian diet for every member of their species the plants have to be bountiful, but also, pretty much all of Vulcan is a desert, right? so it’s desert plants, and I just want to see some funky alien desert plants please please please please please pl-
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Iiiiiiii forgot to post beach episode pt 2 here
(Don’t tell instagram about Kevin yet they don’t get him until tomorrow)
Wanna see pt 1? It’s my OG beefy minyards post 👀
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pov a huge twewy/ntwewy nerd visits shibuya part 3
not accessible until so so late in ntwewy but always had something super cool going on when it did (irl this park was. not as big and impressive as i thought it would be)
nefastraven grinding hell (needing a ton of rare metals to get all those special cds… ugh) wish i had a better photo of those signs that said center street oops
the gang gets slapped by the nightmare reality of the game, abandoned by their new dad, forced into a new game, and then… locked inside a gate. in a cutesy loud and bright place. while they’re still trying to process so much awful stuff. (this place was highkey sensory hell but it was cool. but why is that blue anime boy named colon)
rich person store (dang anime poster decimating the whole mirror wall!!!) + plaza where i would soundsurf in a circle for like 20 minutes
ok NOW i think i’ve covered all my stuff. yippee!!! this was so fun
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ikevil coming out in english this year has reminded me of the fact that all the servants at crown castle are deaf/mute AND that all the suitors are fluent in british sign language
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SPRING BREAK!
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if anybody ever feels beat down by all the ”lmfao dream stan” shit online, lemme tell you something sweet
i work at a day camp, kids from kindergarden to middle school, and by god do they love him. In the most joyful, unbothered, youthful way.
we were doodling on a rainy indoor day, I drew Dream, and immediately 3 different kids went ”YOU KNOW DREAM??” and went into heated discussion on the coolest manhunt moments or best hunter. The fact that a COUNCILLOR was talking to them about mcyt and Dream himself lit these kids up so much.
so if online shit is holding you down, just remember that for every useless twitter cancelation theres at least one kid drawing the super cool minecraft guy at camp somewhere and theyre loving it <3
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