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my unpopular opinion is that i hate tiktok because now people just publicly watch loud ass videos in public spaces with no regard for anyone else. 100% it was not this bad with youtube, it’s such a different thing with tiktok. put on headphones. you are grown.

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Everyone on tumblr has Conditions. maladies. I log onto tumblr and my mutuals are unwellposting. Conditions I didn't even know existed and sound like dark curses but I will see a post from friend like "died about 60% today, fine now. Made egg on toast #yummytoast". There are so many people in this world with life experiences

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The people who go "well who's going to look after you when you're old?" when you say you're not having kids are breathtakingly naive. Our next-door neighbour, somewhere in her mid-80s, has a son, grandkids, and a grear-granddaughter, and who's the one she calls when she needs help, and checks that she's not spending christmas alone? Me and my boyfriend.

Having kids is irrelevant if the answer to that question is still going to be "the mentally ill faggots next door."

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I made this, please feel free to use

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s is for slug

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you're not turning your fandom hobby into a job are you? giving yourself deadlines and quotas that you have to meet? focusing on the numbers instead of your enjoyment of the act of creation?

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the coolest people are actually weird and fucked up and strange and peculiar and they just dont care. the coolest people are actually lame as hell and they rock it. this is what ive learned

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Many years after the evil overlord was deafeated by the forces of the light, there are whispers rumors that the evil overlord has secretly returned to his citadel. You know immediately it could only be an imposter, as you are in fact the evil overlord, living a peaceful simple life in exile.

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It's been a busy few months, and there's another alien invasion. Just one thing then another, but Aquaman makes it back to the aquarium... only to find the security team panicking and the mer child gone.

The traffickers had drugged the whole tank while Danny was napping and snagged him. Due to unique physiology, while the drug worked, it wore off much faster than expected. Danny wakes up in a holding tank, in a warehouse with other kidnapped people. A few are metas, their abilities suppressed. A few aren't. Either way, Danny decides to become a PROBLEM(tm).

This could go many ways, but I have a mental image of him shape shifting into a colossal form of his mer form, like a terrifying one, and gathering up the smugglers/traffickers while protecting the other kidnapped kids. The justice league shows up, and Danny just bloops back to the baby form once they're there and takes a super cute nap in Aquamans arms. Because he's exhausted now. How would the jl deal with a baby looking mer that can do that?

Danny puts up with a lot of stress, okay. His coping mechanism is....okay, it's a little weird, he's not gonna lie.

It is widely known that he has a human form and a ghost form; it is not widely known that his ghost form can do pretty much whatever he wants it to.

This includes making it smaller. Changing the ghost tail to a fish one. Making the suit be scales instead of a suit.

He does it so many times he now officially has three forms, and one of them is purely for himself and no one else.

His stress relief is to go to the aquarium, switch to the tiny merman form, and hide in the rocks of his favorite exhibit; the shark exhibit.

He stays in the back, away from the people visiting it's sight, and just vibes. He's even made a small cave the sharks can't fit into a tiny little nest.

No one would expect him there. No one would be looking for him there. He was free to just...take a moment.

Well, so he thought.

Because the humans visiting did see him. Multiple times.

They took pictures.

Now the Amity Park Aquarium is in some deep shit with Atlantis, because there's documented proof that they're keeping a literal baby mer in there as a spectacle.

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we need more divorcebaiting. how strongly can canon imply (without technically outright stating) that these two characters are bitterly, acrimoniously divorced? essential we explore this

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Dead serious

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Danny had always had a high pain tolerance. It came from both his injuries and the bullying at school(plus the times at home when the food fought back or weapons misfired.) it was something he was grateful for as phantom. It meant that shots that would’ve kept any normal person down, didn’t phase him as much. He was delighted when he realized his soulmate was not getting hurt as much now then he was when they were young(Danny refuses to think about how he was researching child abuse, and had to put his laptop away at nine years old when he started to realize that he qualified for it too.) he hoped his soulmate was safe.(he was so so sorry they had been stuck with him. He was so so sorry they had to feel this pain. At night sometimes he worried about they hated him for making them suffer, tracing over the Lechtenberg scars and hoping his soulmate was somehow oblivious to the pain. right now he could only help his soulmate didn’t feel him being cut open.)

Damien had always been conflicted about his soulmate. Growing up, he was taught soulmates for a weakness, so he ignored the pain that would come from his soulmate. However, father taught him soulmates were gift, and slowly became more used to his soulmate.(he often worried for his soulmate, wondering if there’s any way to find him. It only seemed that his soulmate was getting worse pain as Damien got away from the league.)(Alfred and Drake were the only ones there when his soulmate was electrocuted. The pain was worse than anything Damien had felt, and he was brought to his knees for a few agonizing seconds. When he came to, Drake was crowding around him while Alfred prepared medical supplies. He was only ever able to inform a broken voice that his soulmate had gotten hurt.(he was never so relieved when the next day he felt poking sensation in his arm that wasn’t his.))

It was in the middle of dinner when he felt the tearing sensation across his chest, and he couldn’t help but let out a wine, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Pain was excruciating, and he barely managed to choke out the words “My soulmate” before the pain got loud enough that he had to bite his tongue to keep from letting out yells. Even all of his torture training didn’t make sense in the face of this. He could barely register what was happening around him. He didn’t even notice father calling Constantine to see if there was a way to track down his soulmate or a way to make the pain stop. He couldn’t even feel Grayson‘s arms around him. All he could feel the pain of being cut open, of being vivisected. All he could do was hope against hope that his soulmate could be found before the pain stopped for good.

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