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cat related revelations...

bonus- panels wo lighting:

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i swear all writers are mentally ill. y'all keep putting your "beloved" characters through the most traumatic experiences ever just to feel something.

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do you all see my vision here

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im being so serious when i ask this, but, how has dick's characterization become so opposing to his actual character? like how in the world did this pervasive and frankly invasive depiction of him become so popular? where in the world did people get these scraps of personality that they've frankensteined together to create this fucking weirdo that shakes his ass for criminals and is the biggest attention seeker? for decades we have had pretty consistent source material that continually establishes that dick is quite serious and a leader, and also someone that cares deeply for people and has the skill set and willpower to do literally anything for them. how has this fanon characterization that's quickly becoming canon happened to him?

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So I have been watching Danny Phantom for the first time ever with my friends and I'd kind of previously known about its reputation as a show whose fanbase dives a lot more into the lore than the show is willing to. And I guess I hadn't really understood why until now (I just finished Season 2!). Here's my sort of rambling thoughts on it.

Danny Phantom isn't a show about the horror of ghosts and the dead coexisting in the human realm. It's a show about dropping the most out of pocket lore implications you can imagine on people who in turn say things that would kill a therapist dead equally out of pocket, and then neither are addressed but the watcher has to live with the ghost of the plot that is right behind them but they can't turn around.

DP is a little hit and miss in places, but the very thing that drives people nuts about it is actually I think maybe its greatest strength: it really pulls off show, don't tell effectively. How much of that is intentional is up for debate, but the best episodes kinda leave you wondering, or sputtering like "UH, HEY, BACK UP - HEY BACK UP AND UNPACK THAT -" Is Danny's human body technically alive somehow, or is he a walking corpse? Does Danny have a door in the Ghost Zone? Were Vlad's clones feeling and sentient as they melted into ectoplasm, despite Danny's guess that they weren't? What does it say about Danny that he still erased his parents' memories after finding out they'd accept him as he is?

I think the genius of not answering these questions directly is that it's both funnier AND scarier not to. We can laugh about how fucked up it is and kinda hold our heads like "bro.... did they really just imply that, holy shiiiiiit", and that's really consistent with the emotional core of the show as this knife's-edge dance between teen comedy and horror superhero. Fully explaining the lore or being more direct about how the information is conveyed by and to the characters tips that balance and changes the show into something else, for better or for worse. And I really earnestly like it as it is, even if it's very of its time (sexism.......)! It's a really fun show with some depth to it.

Anyway, I can't wait to watch season 3! I sure hope all these wonderful qualities I like about it hold up!

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Wall have ears. They also love gossip and having your attention 🫶✨

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billionaires are the same in every universe

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shut up

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SLEEPING BEAUTY (1959) Dir. Clyde Geronimi, Wolfgang Reitherman, Eric Larson, Les Clark

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just a little ghost guy🌠

(loosely based off this Illustration)

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Did this for a … thing

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Trick or Treat! :3

...hmm no pics eh? Ill be in your dms mwahaha

And I was so happy to see you there 🤣❤️

I don't know what everyone else has been doing for trick or treat in their inbox, but this is my blog and I make the rules. So here's some brain rot:

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Danny had braced for the pain but it had still left him sorely unprepared. He hissed a breath as the balm, sticky and watery all at once, oozed over his arm in generous amounts. His flesh burned to the touch, Damian's hand on his like a wrought iron brand.

"I blame you for this," Danny muttered, petulant. There was very little heat behind it. He just felt better to get it off his chest. Let Damian know where they stand.

"I'm sure you do," Damian told him. Like Danny was a child meant to be indulged and pampered. It chafed, to be honest. Even if it was kind of true.

Damian had to be ten years his senior like this, not at all the twin he'd grown up with, loathed and loved in turn. Damian was twenty-five. Danny never thought one of them could make it to twenty-five.

His evil version had been twenty-four. Would have been twenty-four, if not for Plasmius. He never would have made it to twenty-five either.

It was so weird. Damian looked so old. He had just graduated university. Danny had always thought of uni kids as grown-ups, adults, people who had already made it in the world. Damian just looked tired, like he wanted to go back to bed. Damian at fourteen had been more put-together than this.

"Do you think if I found myself in this timeline the world would collapse on itself from the paradox?" Danny asked. It wasn't a fit of daydreaming, although Damian certainly seemed to take it like one.

His not-so-twin-twin snorted. "I couldn't begin to tell you what the laws of this universe are. I would not be surprised if its maker were sneering and laughing at us now." Damian rolled his eyes. "You are usually much better at distraction, even at this age. Losing your touch, ahki?"

"It was a serious question," Danny pouted, "you clearly don't want me here. And if this really is the future then I should know Clockwork already and he could just send me back-"

"What makes you think," Damian slid his gaze up to his face, "that I do not want you here?"

Danny made a face. "When have you ever wanted me?"

Damian didn't reply.

He stayed silent as he wrapped Danny's burn marks with an equally generous amount of bandages. Danny tested the limb, brows raised, impressed. Of course Damian was a perfectionist, always had been, so maybe he shouldn't be so surprised. But Damian did so love to make his life difficult.

"You can't see him, anyways. Your future."

Danny blinked, lashes fluttering, and Damian met his gaze head on.

"He's already dead."

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pov you’re on tumblr for halloween:

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I went in the code again and saw the new Boop paws were vectors this time, so I converted them into some good sized pngs that are a little easier to work.

Save and share to boop your people later!

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mama, just booped a man. put a paw against his head, clicked my button, now he's dead.

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Since the booping has returned, reblog if it's okay to spam you with boops!

I wanna be polite and not spam random people without permission , ,