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I'm asking everyone to please take less than a minute of your time to fill out a petition to support the animation industry!

You can sign here!!

Reblog and share!!!

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unholy bucket

holy bucket

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do it

if this post gets 10k by my graduation, I will do a five second dance of yall choosing when I get up there

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Oh shit I just realized I can post the "Gaussian Blur Wizard That Gaussian Blurs You" here

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I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

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DP x DC Prompt that struck my brain in a funny way #9

Valerie Gray did not notice the portal in front of her. She really should’ve paid more attention when chasing Phantom through the Ghost Zone. She just had to know what he did with those ghosts after he caught them, but she probably should’ve tried a more stealthy approach to it. She would’ve rather talked with him than be in the situation she’s currently in.

Which is being stuck in another world with superheroes and supervillains that are currently fighting each other and she’s been dropped right on the outskirts of this battle. So what does she do?

Dive in headfirst of course, shooting at literary everyone in a desperate attempt to figure out who the hell the superheroes are. Probably not the best way to figure it out, but she has no idea what else to do.

Everyone else is just as confused as Val is when she shows up out of nowhere and decides everyone’s an enemy to her.

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Trick or treat! :D

You get:

A USB Stick!

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You can spam boop me!

reblog if you let people spam boop you

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nvm, figured it out thx

THIS IS IMPORTANT

HOW DOES ONE BOOP?!?!?!?

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THIS IS IMPORTANT

HOW DOES ONE BOOP?!?!?!?

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I had a dream.

It was DP x DC, and for some reason, the Justice League are chasing Danny all around the world, but they keep getting thwarted in increasingly funny ways. Like Danny throws his socks at them, they hit Flash and Superman in the face, and then they both crash into a wall. Stuff like that. It was really funny.

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I wish we could do anything on this website without having our moral compasses challenged. I beg.

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Reminder that you can block most ads on Android. yes, including youtube ads.

Steps: Download Firefox -> Install uBlock Origin extension.

That's literally it. Enjoy ad free web browsing while we still (barely) have it!

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Mr. Rogers had an intentional manner of speaking to children, which his writers called “Freddish”. There were nine steps for translating into Freddish: 

“State the idea you wish to express as clearly as possible, and in terms preschoolers can understand.” Example: It is dangerous to play in the street. ​​​​​​

“Rephrase in a positive manner,” as in It is good to play where it is safe.

“Rephrase the idea, bearing in mind that preschoolers cannot yet make subtle distinctions and need to be redirected to authorities they trust.” As in, “Ask your parents where it is safe to play.”

“Rephrase your idea to eliminate all elements that could be considered prescriptive, directive, or instructive.” In the example, that’d mean getting rid of “ask”: Your parents will tell you where it is safe to play.

“Rephrase any element that suggests certainty.” That’d be “will”: Your parents can tell you where it is safe to play.

“Rephrase your idea to eliminate any element that may not apply to all children.” Not all children know their parents, so: Your favorite grown-ups can tell you where it is safe to play.

“Add a simple motivational idea that gives preschoolers a reason to follow your advice.” Perhaps: Your favorite grown-ups can tell you where it is safe to play. It is good to listen to them.

“Rephrase your new statement, repeating the first step.” “Good” represents a value judgment, so: Your favorite grown-ups can tell you where it is safe to play. It is important to try to listen to them.

“Rephrase your idea a final time, relating it to some phase of development a preschooler can understand.” Maybe: Your favorite grown-ups can tell you where it is safe to play. It is important to try to listen to them, and listening is an important part of growing.

Mr. Rogers Had a Simple Set of Rules for Talking to Children - The Atlantic

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Literal definition of spyware:

Also From Microsoft’s own FAQ: "Note that Recall does not perform content moderation. It will not hide information such as passwords or financial account numbers. 🤡

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STOP SCROLLING!!! Every time you see this post, do some work on your art or story! Do ten sentences on your story or add/adjust two things in your art.

You can do it, guys😁

Reblog so fellow artists and writers can get their work done

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Jason has Ghost Rabies

(This is a copy of my post in the DPxDC community)

That's it, that's the post. Ghost Rabies.

(Except it wasn't. Thanksgiving sucked, so I wrote more.)

Danny is just minding his business in Gotham, trying to balance sleep and earning his doctorate, when he stumbles across this otherwise normal mortal who's showing clear signs of Ghost Rabies.

Most living people can't see the symptoms, of course. Frothing at the eyes, ectoplasmic discharge from the ears, spectral fire around the hands and legs. For a ghost, it means hallucinations, aversion to positive emotions, and an over-alertness towards perceived threats. Thankfully since they're already dead, it's not fatal the way mortal rabies can be if left untreated too long - so long as they eventually see a doctor, a ghost will be no worse for wear.

Danny has no idea why this living guy is infected, or what kinds of unseen mental symptoms he has, but it cannot be good for him. It might very well be fatal to humans!

So he grabs this beefsteak of a man out of the crowd, drags him to an alley with the intention to knock him out and drag him off to Frostbite, and -

- the guy fights back.

Normally mortals can't even give Danny a bruise these days, but this guy damn near breaks Danny's jaw with a single punch.

And Danny knows, rationally, it must be the Ghost Rabies giving this mortal supernatural strength. But his instincts are telling him that this grown-ass ghost just sucker punched him, and now he needs to teach a bitch a lesson.

And well, Danny hasn't let a ghost get away with shit like that in years.

By the time he gets himself back under control, Danny has one broken arm and the other wrapped around the tanky mortal's throat, there's smoking craters of ectoplasm pockmarking the street, someone is redirecting traffic around the "rogue fight," and there is a Very Concerned Looking group of rich assholes hovering just out of the blast radius.

So Danny scoops up his prize - who looks a little bit concussed, but is still squirming and trying to smack him - and, figuring his cover is already blown anyway, just straight up teleports them both to the Far Frozen in a swirl of green fire and stardust.

Fuck Gotham, anyway.