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I love to learn things by touching them. unfortunately the only thing I’ve learned about is sea urchin

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crybaby learns how to swim - subtitled

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Huh. That's not what I expected, yet somehow it makes perfect sense.

sorry to post facebook videos on main but the sound of jello going through an industrial shredder is both mesmerizing and horrible

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Thank you! This is exactly the kind of explanation and answer I was hoping for.

I may still need to take some cartoon/comic liberties with it for what I'm thinking. (Considerations to be had for things like how the body even gets up there and what initial state the body should be in.) But overall, I like to keep these things at least semi-grounded in science.

Also, I think it's just in general a fun question. Perhaps some day in the future there will be scientists stationed on the moon able to study these things directly. Until then, speculation and best guess remain.

Would a corpse buried on the moon decompose at all?

No suit or even a casket. Straight body in moon dirt. Would there be any significant deterioration of the body?

My intuitive thought is no, but I don't think I know enough about moon conditions and body decomposition to be confident in that.

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O...kay. Guess I didn't need an overpriced beverage anyway...

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Would a corpse buried on the moon decompose at all?

No suit or even a casket. Straight body in moon dirt. Would there be any significant deterioration of the body?

My intuitive thought is no, but I don't think I know enough about moon conditions and body decomposition to be confident in that.

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I really think we should stop saying "kid-friendly" and start saying "ad-friendly". We shouldn't indulge these companies and their excuses anymore. I also think that continuing to pretend that this is about "protecting the children" pushes a lot of the blame onto kids and teens, who don't have the political power to push through any of this censorship legislature. Corporations and governments are to blame.

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😂❤️

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Adult Highchair

Season 2 Episode 9 -- The Dinner Machine

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Robin was hit.

Red Robin knocked the futuristic gun out of the perpetrator’s hands but not before it fired into the fight and hit Robin square in the chest. There was a rush of chaos and confusion immediately following. Nightwing takes the unconscious teen into his arms and retreats while the rest of the bats take down the rest of the thugs with brutal efficiency.

Red Hood and Spoiler stay behind to question the criminals and do some more investigating while Red Robin examines the gun used.

It’s hours later, with Robin still unconscious in the Batcave medbay, they figure out it’s an alien device originally used to find others of the same endangered race. Frankly, it didn’t at all explain why Damian was still unconscious, or why he fell unconscious to begin with. From the research they found, it shouldn’t physically alter or affect the individual. Which leads them to believe the device had been tampered with.

Tensions were high. Answers were scarce. Doubts were increasing as well as fear and anger.

It came to a head almost twenty-four hours later when Damian violently wakes up.

From one moment to the next, the teen goes from being completely unaware to gasping awake. Dick, who had been by his side through this ordeal, is so startled he shouts in surprise. He jumps from his seat to keep Damian from hurting himself as the boy thrashes in the bed.

Tim comes running in from where he was stationed at the Bat computer to see Damian screaming and struggling against their older brother’s calming hands. The heart monitor is going ballistic and if Damian keeps flailing he’ll rip out his IV.

“Tim!”

He already knows what Dick wants and dashes toward the medicine cabinet for a sedative. It doesn’t take long for the drug to do its job with Dick holding down Damian.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I got you. I got you,” Dick reassures as Damian loses his strength and sags into the bed.

Tim is already texting Bruce about the situation, not wanting to leave Dick by himself.

“What was that?” Tim asks out loud.

He had never seen Damian act like that except for when he got fear gassed. They had run every test they could think of when he came in, he was clean.

Dick is running his fingers through Damian’s hair soothingly even though the teen is out of it.

“I don’t know. Something’s off.”

They only gave him a small dose, but Damian is out for another six hours. In that time they had ran all the tests again to find nothing abnormal and Jason had pulled in about four hours in to park his butt at the work bench to clean his weapons in front of Bruce and within hearing distance.

When Damian wakes again, it’s sluggish from the drugs. He blinks and groans. Dick is at his side immediately.

“Hey, Baby Bat. How you feeling?”

Damian pulls at the cushioned restraints around his wrists. The teen wrinkles his brows in confusion and looks down.

“You want them off? The first time you woke up you almost ripped your IV out,” Dick explains as he carefully unlatches the Velcro.

“Oh,” Damian mumbles and then thinks about the words. “What?”

Bruce walks through the door. Jason lingers in the doorway peering in to check on the kid.

“There you are. You had us worried,” Bruce says. He stands at the side of the bed to put a hand on the boy’s shoulder while his eyes scan the monitors.

“Sorry.”

That got their attention.

“‘Sorry’?” Jason asks incredulously as he pushes off the doorway to stand at the end of the bed. “Since when have you ever apologized for anything?”

“Jason,” Dick hushes. “He just woke up. Give him a break.”

Damian rubs his free wrists as he looks around at them and the room. The longer they watch him they can see the lack of recognition in his eyes.

“What- what happened?”

Dick and Jason give each other a look at the stutter, but it’s Bruce that responds.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

Damian looks down in thought, a hand coming up to fiddle with the IV site. Dick reaches over to pull his hand away. Surprisingly, Damian lets him.

“Um, I was- I was-… sorry,” he says in frustration.

“That’s okay. Take your time.”

Damian rubs at his face in a nervous mannerism he’s never shown before.

“I think I was doing homework? I- There’s this stupid project in history class that’s due in like two weeks and I’ve been procrastinating,” Damian shrugs.

Damian hadn’t once mentioned a history project.

He looks up at Bruce.

“Did I pass out or something?”

Bruce squeezes his shoulder before letting it drop. Dick was right, something is wrong.

“First, can you tell me your identification code?”

Dick shoots him a look that he ignores.

Damian blinks up at him.

“My what?”

Tension immediately seeps into everyone present.

“Your identification code, Dami, you remember it, right?” Dick pushes.

Damian turns to him in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“Did he hit his head when he went down?” Jason demands. He turns to Bruce. “I thought you checked for a concussion!”

Damian actually shrinks away from the aggressive tone. Bruce raises a hand for silence. He bends to get eye level with the teen.

“Do you know where you are?”

Damian glances around with cautious eyes.

“…The hospital?”

Dick puts a hand over his mouth in disbelief. Damian sends him a look.

“Not the hospital?”

“No,” Jason answers. “Not the hospital.”

“Do you know who I am?” Bruce asks next.

Damian studies him too closely, looking for context clues. It didn’t leave a lot of confidence.

“My… doctor?”

Dick stands abruptly to pace.

“What is happening?” He demands to no one.

“That’s what I want to know,” Damian chimes in.

“Damian,” Bruce calls to get his attention. “Damian, look at me.”

The teen turns to him in bewilderment.

“Who’s Damian?”

That question freezes them.

“What?” Jason asks. “Who the- If you’re not Damian, who are you?”

“Me? Who are you?”

Dick intervenes with raised hands. He approaches the bed like the teen is a scared animal.

“Okay. We’re starting over. Hi. I’m Dick. What’s your name?”

Not-Damian looks him up and down suspiciously.

“I’m Danny. Fenton. Danny Fenton. You- I thought you called me by my name earlier?”

Dick thinks back and gives a tight smile. “I said ‘Dami’, short for Damian, not Danny.”

Danny slumps back into the bed. “Oh.”

“We’ll figure this out, kiddo. Don’t worry-“

Bruce’s phone rings with an unknown number. He glances at the teen and shows him the screen.

“Do you recognize this number?”

“Yea, it’s mine,” Danny confesses.

Bruce puts it on speaker.

“Damian.”

“Father, it seems I’ve switched bodies with a civilian,” comes the voice.

“Wait, what?” Danny pats himself down. “Switched bodies?!”

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It's cold in my closet. : (

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Damn. Everything got a computer chip and internet access these days.

I need dick on a new level never before seen

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I perhaps could have screenshot the tags when I reblogged, but OP said this is a separate universes AU where Amity Park, instead of an earth city, was a colony of Krypton. Y'know, before the planet blew up.

That said, these are still lovely ideas that deserve exploration.

Clark: What's this?

Jon: Oh, that's my temporary tattoo. A kid at school custom makes whatever you want into one. I asked him to design a Superman one, and let him come up with the design. Pretty cool right?

Clark:....Jon. Do you recognize what's around the El symbol?

Jon: I thought it was just cool designs.

Clark: No, it's Kryptonian. He spelled out "The Undaunted Heros"

Jon: oh cool.

Clark: Jon, your friend knows Kryptonian.

Jon: OH!

Clark: What's this kid's name?

Jon: Danny Fenton.

Clark: The Superman fan that chased me across the rooftops?

Jon: Yeah.

Clark: Hmmm maybe his screaming of "Sir, I think we might be from the same place! Please help me" makes sense now.

Jon: Dad.....

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Danny was on the ground this time, not wanting to take someone else’s seat again. Bart didn’t seem to mind sitting on the ground, but still. Besides, Danny was getting used to it.

I don't know why, but this is giving me such stray/abandoned dog vibes and I love it.

Speed Running the Family, ch2.p2

masterpost please no editing or concrit, I'm writing with a migraine

Barry takes another totally-not-for-future-blackmail photo of the kids standing in the river. Their shorts and jeans are rolled up past the knees and still getting wet as the three of them hunt for possible catfish holes.

James, or whatever his name is because he sure doesn’t respond to James quick enough for it to be real, is finally acting like a kid. It makes Barry readjust his mental age of James. If he has to guess now, he’d put the kid younger than first thought and close to Bart’s age.

Way too young to be out in the woods alone.

The silvery traces of scars on Jame’s skin, easy to see with on kid now without his hoodie on and with jeans rolled up, tell a worrying story.

It would be tight. Bart and the kid would have to share a room. Might need another seat for the living room…

“Dudes! Over here!” Bart calls excitedly, scattering Barry’s thoughts. “I think this is one!”

James splashes over to Bart while Wally, surprisingly, follows a little more calmly. Maybe because Wally is watching James too. Wally is too smart not to be putting together all of the same pieces as Bart. And he’s too much of a hero to want to do something about it. They both know that they can’t save every kid out there, but that doesn’t mean they can’t save the kid that was dropped at their feet.

Besides, Bart already seems to adore the kid (not that Bart doesn’t adore most people).

“What doya think?” Bart asks, hands on his knees as he peers down at the water.

“Possibly?” Wally answers with a question.

“Who’s gonna stick their hand in?” Jame asks, which is really the question.

“I can do it!” Bart strikes a pose, hands on his hips. The piece of river muck on his forehead ruins the effect some. “This is my idea, ya know?”

“Sure,” James agrees.

“Show us how it’s done, sparky,” Wally says.

“Ugh, I hate that nickname,” Bart grumbles under his breath. He leans over, getting his shirt instantly soaked, because of course he does, and sticks his hand down unto the muck of the water and mud. His tongue sticks out in concentration, like a cat bleep, as he wiggles his fingers around.

The kids, and Wally, stick at it longer than Bart expected they would (or could). They’re on possible catfish hole number four and back to Bart’s turn. He leans over, wiggles his fingers around, and then lets out a screech.

Barry shoots to his feet.

He has to dig his nails into his hands to not zip over to Bart.

Wally steps forward too quickly.

James gets there quicker.

Bart reels back, a catfish latched onto his arm. He’s laughing madly as the fish flails around. The large tail gets him in the face and he’s falling backwards into James. They both go into the water with a huge splash.

Barry lets out a relieved breath. He catches Wally’s eyes, who’s grinning with a helpless little shrug.

“Barry!” Bart gasps as he comes up above the water again. “I got one! Take a picture! I got one!”

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“Cleaning a fish is disgusting,” Bart says and drops into one of the open chairs.

Danny was on the ground this time, not wanting to take someone else’s seat again. Bart didn’t seem to mind sitting on the ground, but still. Besides, Danny was getting used to it.

“More or less disgusting than having your arm shoved into it?” Danny asks. He rubs at his cheek with the sleeve of the borrowed hoodie. Iris insisted on anything that went down to the muddy river going into a dirty pile. Even Barry’s things did. Danny hopes he’ll be able to snag it when he has to leave,

“Dude, no, that was crash!” Bart says. “I was all wiggle wiggle and the fish was all CHOMP like hella fast and then it was on my arm and I was like waaaah! And Wally and Barry were like gasp! And you were like whoa! And then we were in the water and the fish still on my arm and yeah!”

Bart flails around, acting out whole scene as he speaks. Danny smils into the sleeve of the hoodie. Bart is weird, but in a great way. It’s just hard to stay unhappy around him. And noddling had been pretty cool.

“Yeah, okay, it was pretty, er, crash,” Danny agrees.

“Totally, my dude.”

“James?”

It takes for the second time of it being called for Danny to remember that he’s James. “Sorry, what?”

“What sort of pop do you want?” Barry askes from over by the cooler. “We’ve got sprite, cherry coke, root beer, and that sparkling water stuff.”

“Um, sprite is good?”

Barry nods and grabs a few cans out of the cooler, closing it with his foot. Wally gets a cheery coke, another one and a sparkling water get dropped onto one of the open chairs. Bart gets a root beer and then Danny is handed his sprite.

Barry goes back to the other open chair and takes the cherry coke for himself. He rolls it between his hands. “You know, you can tell us your real name.”

Danny freezes mid opening his soda. His heart pounds in his chest.

“If you want us to keep calling you James, that’s okay too,” Barry continues. He says it easily, like it’s a simple truth. “But if you want to tell us your real name, that’s good too. We’re not going to send you back to wherever you came from. You left for a reason and that’s good enough for us. We just… if you feel safe with us, you can always tell us your real name, whenever you’re ready. It’s okay that you used a fake name.”

The outside of the can is dewy with melted ice. The metal of the pull tab pressed into the soft flesh under his nail.

Does he trust them?

They’ve been nothing but kind to him.

Bart nudges Danny gently with his foot, not demanding but like… reassurance.

Danny doesn’t want to be James.

“Danny. My name’s actually Danny.”

“Nice to meet you, Danny,” Barry says with a warm smile that Danny wants desperately to trust.

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So is Danny now dealing with his normal ghost powers (which he was just getting the hang of, dangit!) plus spontaneously developing Kryptonian under a yellow star powers?

Clark: What's this?

Jon: Oh, that's my temporary tattoo. A kid at school custom makes whatever you want into one. I asked him to design a Superman one, and let him come up with the design. Pretty cool right?

Clark:....Jon. Do you recognize what's around the El symbol?

Jon: I thought it was just cool designs.

Clark: No, it's Kryptonian. He spelled out "The Undaunted Heros"

Jon: oh cool.

Clark: Jon, your friend knows Kryptonian.

Jon: OH!

Clark: What's this kid's name?

Jon: Danny Fenton.

Clark: The Superman fan that chased me across the rooftops?

Jon: Yeah.

Clark: Hmmm maybe his screaming of "Sir, I think we might be from the same place! Please help me" makes sense now.

Jon: Dad.....