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DannyMay Day 21 - Teeth

WEREWOLF TUCKER. WEREWOLF TUCKER. WEREWOLF TUCKER. 

Danny: “We match!” :D

Tucker: “Now Sam needs to get bitten by a vampire so we’re a complete set.“ 

Sam: “I’ll stick with my fake ones.  At least one of us has to be immune to monster hunting tactics.”

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Schrodinger's Boy

I missed Phan Phic Phight but now I'm here for Dannymay! Not really going along with the prompts, just wanted to write something for the month.

I dedicate this to @five-rivers because i love their stuff so much!

Please, enjoy!

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Schrödinger’s Boy

It was dead when she saw it.

Oh so very dead, but walking. Talking. Living.

That really doesn’t make sense, so let’s start from the beginning;

Nelia Ugochi d’Bandinello was not a normal child. Ever since she was young, she could see death. And no, not like the walking skeleton clad in black robes and a scythe most people assume, but real death; the dead, the dying, the undead, all. No one, not even her closest family members knew, and she intended to keep it that way. As long as she kept to her own and didn’t cross the line for the rules, she was safe.

Ever since her family moved to this country, she knew the small, sleepy town was a little dead. The essence was in every nook and cranny, even the air had a thin yet distinctive layer of it. Nothing she couldn’t handle.

That is, until now.

The air’s death suddenly sharpened the moment before it walked in.

At first glance, it looked like a boy. A cute boy in fact. Short compared to her tall. Pale skin in contrast to her deep dark, straight black hair opposed to curly blond. Baby blue opposing forest green. But then, the closer she looked, the more she noticed what was off. Skin was a little too pale to be considered healthy, and became slightly transparent as she saw more. Hair was wispy and floaty, almost defying gravity, almost flowing like it was under water as its head bounced. Eyes a bit more, sunken, a bit more tired. Worst of all, its heartbeat sounded so, so slow.

And now, it was sitting two tables across from her.

She swallowed the milkshake that threatened to spill out of her mouth. She tried to turn back to her food, tried to ignore its presence. But she kept glancing its way, turning back to the most terrifying yet fascinating creature she had ever seen.

And she just. Kept. Staring.

One of its cohorts – the black one with glasses – pointed at her direction, and it suddenly looked over. Their eyes made contact. She gasped and looked away.

‘Such haunting eyes.’ She thought.

“Nelia? What’s wrong?” She looked up to see her brother Irnerio, who had previously been trying to unhinge his jaw to fit an absolutely massive burger, was now looking at her in concern.

“Nothing.” She forced out. She glanced back at them. Her brother’s concerned face was already contorting into a smug grin.

“Oh? Falling in love already?” He chuckled “It’s the pale boy, right?” Her cheeks heated. Definitely not what was happening.

“Shut up.”

“Well, you did say that one of the advantages of moving was ‘Date cute Americans’. Though I must say, I always thought that the goth girl would be more your type. You could both indulge in your weird fascination with death.”

She hit her brother in the ribs.

“Stolto*.” She hissed. “I said shut up.”

Her brother laughed.

***

“Dude, the new girl is totally checking you out.”

Danny swallowed his bite of a burger. “What?”

He, Sam and Tucker had gone to Nasty Burger for lunch that Saturday, and had noticed the two newest additions to the town residence. The girl had been looking at them ever since they walked in.

“She’s probably not into me. Probably looking at Sam. They look foreign, so for all we know, she may be their first goth.”

“An honour I am willing to have with pride.”

“She’s looking over here right now!”

Danny turned to where Tucker was pointing and sure enough, she was looking at them. They made eye contact, and hers widened and she looked away.

“See? Totally into you.” Danny rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Tuck.” He continued eating his burger. But somehow, he couldn’t shake the stare off of him. As if she was looking past his flesh and staring at the very ghost that made his soul.

He shivered at the thought.

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Oh God above, it went to her school.

The creepy thing goes to her school.

She wondered how it got into her school. She wondered why, of all things, it had to attend as a student.

Mondays where truly the worst days of the week.

She had learned the creatures name was Danny Fenton, official school weirdo, son of the two most successful ghost hunters (oh the irony), and all-round loser she shouldn’t interact with (according to the Mexican girl that approached her). She didn’t really care though, as much as she was weary, she still wanted to know what it was. And she was determined to find out.

The bell rang, pulling her out of her thoughts. She sighed and pulled her books from her locker. She didn’t want to be late.

***

Hours later, school was long over, and Nelia was busy at work in the kitchen, kneading dough for her second batch of strawberry calzones, the first already in the oven. Her mother stood at in front of the doorway, watching her.

“That’s a lot of dessert calzones for 4 people.”

She finished kneading and started rolling out the dough. “Oh no, ours are part of the last batch. Most of these are offerings.” She turned to her mother. “I’m going to the Cemetery after dinner. To pay some respects.”

Her mother sighed. There was no talking her out of this. Every time they go someplace new, she always paid her respects at a local gravesite. She stopped trying to prevent her a long time ago.

“Well, just be back before midnight. But in the meantime, let me help you close the ones you’ve already filled. We could talk, use some mother daughter bonding time.” She smiled and nodded at her mum, handing her a spare apron. She gladly took it and set to work beside her daughter.

“Have you heard? There’s a story I heard. They say this town has some kind of ghost hero…”

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It was late in the evening, and she had paid her respects at the last grave when she saw him.

And he was oh so very much Alive.

Silver white hair adorned his head like a glowing crown. Striking, electric green eyes, a black jumpsuit with white boots and gloves. Veins, across his skin, visible with the implication of pure green death flowing in them, the sound of each breath he takes. A pulsating buzz emitting from his chest, almost sounding like a beating heart. These where the features of Amity Park’s local hero and (dead) celebrity, Danny Phantom.

And he had just landed in front of her.

“Um, are you ok? It’s pretty late out.”

She blinked at first, startled to hear him talk, but composed herself enough to speak.

“Ah, yes I’m fine. Just, paying my respects.” She gestured to the grave and the basket of food.

“Oh, really? That’s nice of you! Apart from family, hardly anyone pays respect these days.”

“Yes, it’s something I try to do everywhere I go. Speaking of respect, where’s yours?”

Danny blinked. “My what?”.

“Your grave. I have to pay my respects to you. This is the only cemetery in town, but I didn’t see your grave.”

Danny froze in shock. He hadn’t really thought about it.

“Oh. I kind of, uhm, don’t have one?” Because I’m not really dead.

It was Nelia’s turn to be shocked. And then she was angry. Was this town really so ungrateful that they didn’t have a grave for their hero? That wouldn’t do.

“Where do you want one?”

“What?”

“Where would you want your grave? I’m going to make you one.”

Danny’s eyes widened.

“Your… going to make a grave for me?” “Of course? It’s only common decency, a basic right to the dead. I might not have your body, but if I have a photo to at least mark your image, it would do.”

Danny was stunned by this gesture. No one had offered him a grave before. So, he told her about his ideal spot.

Weeks later, in a secluded spot in the woods, he stands with her above a freshly dug grave, underneath a willow tree, facing directly at the night sky marked with a picture of him in his ghost form. She drops a plate of calzones and lights some lavender incense. She pays her respects and stands back letting him trace over the picture and admire the grave. It’s not the best grave, but it’s also the only one he’s received. He couldn’t help it, as a few tears dripped from his eyes. It was a sweet gift.

He turns to her, clasps his hand in hers. He manages to choke out between tears.

“Thank you.”

She stares back at him. This action, it’s so… human. She senses familiarity, like she could almost imagine him when he was alive……

Oh.

Oh.

The connection between the dead boy and alive ghost hits her like a train, all the similarities adding up. She smiles at him.

“It’s your grave. You should bring your friends to see it.”

His eyes widen in panic, wondering how she found out. She shakes her head.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

He relaxes and nods, let’s go of her hands and they stare back at his very own grave. Sam and Tucker are going to flip when they see it.

That night, she’s back in her room, wide awake, thinking of everything that happened. His hands were cold, but not like death cold. Like he had stuck his hands in the freezer. His tears were so real.

This boy, who was dead yet alive. Walking perfectly on the line between life and death, tittering to neither side.

Schrödinger’s boy indeed.

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i cant believe this is a real photo

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Crowley accidentally getting into an argument with an astrophysicist, proving all current scientific theories flawed, and providing a brand new theory with solid foundations.

It gets dubbed the devils theory, or in some places, the serpents science.

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Well obviously I’m nothing but a burden who can’t do anything right and even when I try to make a joke back at my sister who just made a joke apparently I’m rude and should not give her attitude. She made a joke about my driving and said it was bad since I don’t take the highway (for context I’m very uncomfortable with the highway) so I make a joke back saying well I could just not come but of course she decides oh it’s not a joke and yells at me for it. I don’t know why I have to be treated like this. Why am I the burden. Does it even matter that I’m here? Would it make any difference if I was gone? What does anything matter anymore? I can’t even make a fucking joke right! What’s wrong with me?

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Not to be dramatic but I would die for Merlin

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Yell it for the teachers that are trying to escape the truth in the back!!

Controlled bathroom breaks are dumb, if I gotta go I gotta go! (x)

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Yes just yes

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I’ve never figured out how to turn it off but if you take a blank piece of paper and cover up what’s underneath what your reading and pull the paper down as you read then you won’t see the words all around the page. It might not be helpful but it’s worth a try. It doesn’t always help me but sometimes it does you never know

That adhd(?) feel when instead of reading long text like a normal human your eyes decide to skip across sentences and read whatever it wants like the uncontrollable heathens they are and you take 3000000000x longer to read something because every few words you gotta force yourself to go back to actually read the sentence in chronological order. In fact, I’m convinced the reading lever in my brain is set to “best stuff first” and if anyone knows how to turn it off that’d be great

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Can I add something it’s not really about abuse to the child more abuse to the family because they refuse to take care of the child that they decided to have. If you are gonna have kids don’t force your family to babysit for you, especially if the person your forcing can’t mentally handle the responsibility of kids and has expressed this multiple times. And don’t guilt them into taking care of your kid and then make them feel bad when they refuse to babysit for even longer than what you are already making them do. Some people simply can’t handle it and are trying to deal with their own mental health issues and you forcing them is just making them feel trapped in their own body with only ONE escape.

Children don’t choose their parents. If a child had the chance to decide who they would be born to, the world would be a very different place. Parents however, choose to have that child. Parents can abort, can adopt, can dump them on on the other parent or grandparents. When parents choose to keep their child, they’re making a conscious decision. They know when a child is born that it will require care, food, a roof over their heads, clothes and school supplies, medicine when they’re sick and trips to the doctor to keep them healthy. Parents make a decision to take on that responsibility when they keep a child.

Parents shouldn’t hold the basic necessities of a child over their heads. Children owe their parents nothing for fulfilling the responsibility that they chose to take. You take care of that child because you decided to instead of giving that responsibility to someone else. And if you do think your kid owes you something for being a child and having needs, they probably would have been better off with someone else anyways.

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Are all the asexuals responsible for the human races survival????

i just took this test as a joke to see if i can survive during an apocalypse and got this result

but the funniest part is

POISON IVY?

here’s the link if anyone wants to try it

share your results too please. im interested!

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Why would you do this to me. Now I know why everything feels off!!!!! Why????

*rotates you by 90 degrees in the 4th dimension thus causing you to be perpendicular to time as we understand it*

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if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in the midwest, this is it. 

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And now for the toe beans.

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Much truth, such reblog

This is how kids reacted when they were shown same-sex marriage proposal videos. Kids these days. 

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Birds, insects, and small rodents were created by the government to spy on us. Cats were created by the resistance.

Thank you for coming to Jay’s minute of (half paranoia half boredom induced) conspiracy theory’s.

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May I add something. When someone else buys you clothes that are smaller than your size and tell you to lose weight to fit into them then that’s eventually gonna lead to a few different things 1) they may develop an eating disorder. 2) they may just stop caring about your opinion and they will lose all respect for you 3) they might start hiding the clothes you get them in a sort of, out of sight out of mind fashion 4) all of the above. Why these things specifically? Because it has happened to me, this is how I reacted but others may react differently and I may have missed a lot but, don’t say you love someone and then go and do this it messes with their mental state and hurts them. And definitely don’t start blaming the eating disorder on the person who has it instead of realizing that your the cause.

my new roommate said that her last roommate had an eating disorder and then talked to me about her clean eating and weight loss goals and how she buys clothes that are a little snug to motivate her to lose more

and like honestly? i have anorexia but this is why i constantly talk about the dangers of the “health and fitness” industry and diet culture bc we have essentially normalized certain symptoms of disordered eating but it’s ok if it’s under the guise of health i guess???

like how is calling it “clean” eating NOT a way to moralize food

how is intermittent fasting NOT the same thing as skipping meals

how come when i buy clothes that don’t fit, it’s something i have to tell my therapist about because it means i am putting pressure on myself to fit into them, but if a “normal” person does it then it’s just motivation for them?

where is the fucking line???

and more importantly when are we going to start acknowledging that the entire world is pro-ana but that’s too harsh of a description so we slap some health buzzwords on it to make it palatable

when are we going to take responsibility for encouraging disordered behavior instead of labeling those of us with EDs as the crazy/imbalanced ones

your fucking Whole30 or keto or whatever “clean” diet you’re on is just as restrictive as the diets we create for ourselves due to our disorders. but we are the crazy ones, right