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Tbh I think fandom generally needs to get better at sitting with the uncomfortable fact that a story/fanwork/meme/whatever can hurt one person and help another

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Dollfaced | by Jamma (@/jambound on X)

Death is a reprieve. Shadow Milk will not be granted it again.

[Major spoilers and tears and coping below ]

Haha three brush strokes to the right, amirite guys? WRONG IT'S TWO TO THE LEFT *SOBS AND SCREECHES IN PURE AGONY* Oouhhhh my shaylas,,, my delusional happy ending,,, my sanity deteriorating while making this comic,,,

Saw some really cool fanart on twt and though jamma wrote an Awakened PV and Fount oneshot AU– WHAT DID I JUST READ INSTEAD 😭???? I got lured guys,,, lured I tell you,,, and me thinking I was prepared for the angst after reading the tags but jamma does not play with those things and OUWGH—

Started feeling the sad stuff on Smilks part, chocked on our diva queen Golden Cheese's decision on BSpice and started tearing at Mystics.

"MyStiC flOur cOoKie Had aLwAys enjoYed sunSets"— YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE MYSTIC FLOUR ENJOYS???? Turning cookies into flour. This line turned ME into flour AUOGHSBEJK-

Sugar's part just made it sadder and Silent was blissfully protected from the horrors by not being released yet and therefore not having enough lore to sob about. They may not be spared next time.

By my powerful delusional rays and for the betterment of my sanity, I'm here to tell you guys that none of that actually happened and Smilky just had a not so silly nightmare, forgot about it afterwards and got up with his usual crazy happies and joys and went to the ivory pagoda with Nilla (whom he has a healthy relationship with) where all the ancients and beasts (whom are also friendsies with each other) were having a family picnic, including the minions and where BSpice got some therapy for his destructive depressies and Mystic flour could control the sun so she could enjoy 2717369948720 billion sunsets with Haetae and Sugar is concious and actually happy and also Silent is present and happy and also everyone's happy 🥰🤗🥰.

Okay crashout and delusions aside, I hope you guys liked this little comic thing I made from the tears I felt too greatly ^^ I'll be off to share my sorrows on the dark birdie app now

[And another note!! The gorgeous little poem I used above is by Althea Davis ]

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A Little Murder Never Hurt Anyone

Ghost of a Getaway

Danny Fenton had no idea how he kept ending up in these kinds of situations. Seriously, he’d just wanted to cash a check. That was it. No ghosts. No Fenton gadgets. No life-or-death hijinks. Just a normal, painfully average trip to the bank to get some of that elusive thing called money.

And yet, here he was, sitting in a dark, room that smelled like permanent marker and suppressed judgment, with the Batman looming over him like a disappointed cryptid.

It had started, as these things usually did, with a gun.

Some twitchy guy in a ski mask had pulled a weapon on the poor teller, waving it around and screaming about money and something about needing it "for his iguana’s medical bills." Danny hadn’t really caught the specifics. What he had noticed was the guy’s finger tightening on the trigger a little too much for comfort.

So Danny did what any rational, non-powered teenage half-ghost would do.

He kicked the guy in the knee, punched him in the throat (thank you, Jazz’s self-defense classes), and body-slammed him into a conveniently located security desk. The weapon skidded across the floor, the bank patrons screamed in confusion, and Danny just sighed, already sensing that his day was going to be a disaster.

He didn’t mean for anyone to notice, but apparently, “average teenager disarming an armed robber using martial arts and excellent instincts” was suspicious enough to warrant Bat-level attention.

And now here he was.

Batman was pacing. Danny had mentally tuned him out five minutes ago.

“You moved with precision,” Batman was saying, voice gravelly and judgmental. “Too precise for someone without training. Who trained you?”

Danny stared blankly.

Batman leaned in. “Are you part of the League of Assassins?”

“…I’m sorry, the what now?”

“Do you have ties to Ra’s al Ghul?”

“Is that a skin condition or a salad?”

The Bat’s scowl deepened. Danny could tell this wasn’t going well. His ghost sense hadn’t even gone off once, and yet somehow this interrogation was more nerve-wracking than any ghost fight.

Then Danny’s eyes flicked over Batman’s shoulder.

Outside the one-way glass, framed perfectly in the narrow slit of the vented window, was a massive, winged blur of black flapping across the skyline.

An idea bloomed. A very stupid, very Danny idea.

He straightened in his seat and pointed just past Batman.

“LOOK! A MURDER!!”

Batman turned immediately, a Batarang flashing into his hand like some sort of judgmental ninja magician. His stance shifted, body coiled to strike.

Outside the window: crows. A lot of them. Swirling like feathered chaos.

Fun fact: a group of crows is called a murder.

Danny was already slipping through the shadows the moment Batman turned. Intangibility would’ve made it easier, but he had a point to prove. This was all human effort. Pure Fenton mischief.

By the time Batman whipped back around, batarang still clenched and eyes narrowed, the chair was empty. The room was empty.

There was no trace of the teenager who had been sitting there moments ago.

On the table, scrawled in a black Sharpie (liberated from the detective’s desk), were the words:

“Murder you very much. –D”

Batman stared at the writing.

Then at the window.

Then back at the writing.

He pressed a button on his cowl. “Oracle. Track the suspect. I’ve lost visual.”

Barbara’s voice came through, laced with disbelief. “You lost a teenager?”

“He used... a murder.”

“A murder?”

“Crows.”

“Oh my god. He pun’d his way out of your interrogation.”

“…He did.”

Danny, now several rooftops away and laughing to himself, pulled up his hoodie and slipped into the shadows.

“No one ever expects the pun,” he muttered proudly. “Batman included.”

He paused. “Though I’m pretty sure I just made Gotham’s Most Wanted… over bird wordplay.”

Still worth it.

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some of you need to realize that platonic relationships can be just as intense, complicated, and even toxic as romantic relationships and a relationship being romantic doesnt always make it mean more

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I'm so sick of defending shit I don't even like. I hate porn. I think gender and sexuality are boring. I've never taken an illegal drug and have no interest in doing so. But people won't back the fuck off and let people live their lives so here we still are, still on the front lines with this shit. "You guys make everything about" I'D REALLY LOVE NOT TO, MATE, BUT WE'RE NOT THE ONES CREATING PROBLEMS HERE. Stop trying to control people's lives and we'll all get a chance to shut up about it, but unfortunately the Moral Police are out here endangering lives and livelihoods so here we still are. Forever.

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reblogging a post that says “do it scared” vs actually doing it scared

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anxiety will have you thinking things like "will everyone hate me if i order coffee at the coffee shop" and "will people think i'm crazy if i work out at the gym"

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If you think about it, technically an airplane can only fly when there is human blood inside of it

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Apparently in China peach wood (Along with the rest of the plant) is believed to have properties that repel evil spirits, a little similar to silver in European legends or iron for both European fae and West Asian/Middle eastern Jinn. Taoists sometimes keep swords made of peach wood because of this. This made me realize something. If you took a peach wood stick, and attached studs to it of both silver and iron you'd end up with a club or staff (or mace, flail etc.) that would have the weaknesses of many kinds of supernatural creatures while still retaining effectiveness as a normal weapon (peach is a hardwood and silver's poor edge retention doesn't matter for studs). You could even keep adding new stud materials to get something ridiculous that affects over 120 catalogued folkloric monsters. Since you just need a few little studs you could even get some really expensive materials like meteoric iron (a thumb tip sized meteorite can still cost like 10-20 bucks I think). I could somewhat feasibly make a weapon that affects every monster ever thought to walk the earth, from vampires and werewolves to jinn and jiangshi and even mankind.

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"I didn't frighten you too bad, little cookie, did I?"

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tsunami alert for west coast and hawaii and japan, maybe other pacific coasts. big earthquake off russia.

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They wrote this song specifically for team dark

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You can’t tell me Frisk WOULDN’T have a field day trying to get these two together

(Audio: Game Grumps - Arin injures himself on some of the worst kitchen tools ever)

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the inevitable conclusion

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Obviously anon is not going to actually eat their pets.

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One of my favourite bits of media history trivia is that back in the Elizabethan period, people used to publish unauthorised copies of plays by sending someone who was good with shorthand to discretely write down all of the play's dialogue while they watched it, then reconstructing the play by combining those notes with audience interviews to recover the stage directions; in some cases, these unauthorised copies are the only record of a given play that survives to the present day. It's one of my favourites for two reasons:

It demonstrates that piracy has always lay at the heart of media preservation; and

Imagine being the 1603 equivalent of the guy with the cell phone camera in the movie theatre, furtively scribbling down notes in a little book and hoping Shakespeare himself doesn't catch you.