#(( poor bab is embarrassed ))

[jazeswhbhaven]

Everyone in Paradise Lost always saw Jjok as their little guy and treated him like a baby but when he turns into his human form Rin, how would they react?

Jjok being treated like a smol bab plays so much into the philia and the crying. "I'm baby" is Rin's motto foreals.

I think the reactions to Rin would go as follows:

Gamigin: Would be super excited and loud about seeing Rin for the first time. "I didn't know you could do that wow!" Also he thinks Rin is very pretty, so he gives compliments often and it makes Rin get embarrassed and sniffling trying not to cry. But since he can only hold that form for so long, Gamigin kindly reminds him to take a breath and not hold it until he's blue in the face.

Lucifer: When he first saw Rin, he didn't realize it was Jjok so he nearly attacked him and it scared Rin so bad he needed a new pair of pants from wetting himself. But after, Lucifer treats him just as he always does...except well...maybe now what's different is he has to be careful not to baby Rin too much or...yeah lol

Morax: He's fascinated that this form can be held by Jjok holding his breath and wants to help with teaching him how to prolong that form with breathing exercises. He also prefers Rin around more thatn Gamigin because he's more quiet.

Marbas: Told Rin not to come around him when he's in that mood because he happens to be his type. Otherwise, he also is intrigued by Rin and often has them transform just because. That and well he literally prefers Rin around just like Morax for the same reasons. (poor Gamigin)

Buer: He actually prefers Rin's red lump form because he's small, furry and cute. Rin is a great breath of fresh air though to have around even though there's not really much he can help with other than sitting around and looking pretty. Buer appreciates the "quiet" and calm nature of Rin. (again poor Gamigin lol)

All other devils that aren't nobles: They keep forgetting that Rin is Jjok's other form, so they'll often hit on him thinking he's a new devil in Paradise Lost. Rin gets a small ego boost to tell Gamigin how much attention he's getting but he knows it's just short lived because he's in that form so he gets all shy and sad again once he's back to being a red lump. It's a good thing he has Luci and Gamigin as his found family though because they always cheer him up when he's feeling like no one likes him as a red lump that pisses himself all the time instead of a hot devil that pisses himself.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Just to be clear, this isn't some pee kink thing. (Not judging though)

Anyway-

When I was a kid and came home from school, the two dogs I had would cry and whine, do happy wiggles at the gate, and be so happy they peed.

Luckily, they didn't do that kind of thing when inside. I've heard of it happening with some other people with dogs and it made me think it would be funny that it's common with some, probably canine beastmen, probably when their little babs.

Now Imagine going to Jack's hometown to meet his family, the parents are telling embarrassing stories about him, as parents do, one being how excited their son was to see Mama/Papa when they came home from work that he would do that.

Happy excited whines, running around, and tail wiggles before he does a little happy pee, he had to wear diapers a bit longer cuz of it. His parents think it's the funniest thing, but the poor guy is sitting there embarrassed and wishing the ground would swallow him up in real-time

[piedpiperart]

Phantom in Gotham pt 2

Chapter one

The next week, Tim asked Dick for advice about Danny. 

"And he's your age?" Dick frowned, leaning forward on the living room couch to rest his elbows on his knees. He had ha;f a cucumber sandwich in his hand, courtesy of Alfred. Meanwhile Tim was sipping his fourth coffee for the day. 

"Yeah," Tim sighed,"I'm just worried about him. He doesn't look like he's eating or sleeping very much, and I don't know. I just want to make sure he's safe at home or something. He’s actually really smart and funny too, I think you’d like him. I just don’t want to freak him out in case Batman hears about this and decides ‘Bruce’ needs to get involved, you know?"

Dick hummed, ruffling Tim's hair. His little brother was so caring, he cooed in his head. "I'll check it out. You said he goes to the library after school a lot of the time?" 

Tim nodded. "Steph and I may have followed him once or twice. I asked Barbara if she'd seen him, and apparently he goes to the library after school every day. He does his homework and then usually falls asleep until closing at seven."

Dick frowned at that. It was becoming more obvious that the kid was not in a good situation, or at the least was avoiding home. "I'll tail him when he leaves the library,"Dick reassured. "I know you're busy with the whole ghost stuff going on."

"Thanks,"Tim sighed. He also didn't want to have Danny recognize him somehow as Red Robin. It was unlikely, but not impossible. Plus, getting Dick to look into it would just give him more people on the 'Protect Danny' team. Tim was obviously president, with Steph as Co-president. With Dick on their side they’d be able to gang up on Bruce to get the kid adopted if everything turned out the way he thought it would. Of course, Tim knew it was probably unlikely, but he had to admit someone else in the family that was his age and didn’t want to kill him would be nice. 

“You really care about him, huh?” Dick said suddenly. 

“Uh, yeah?” Tim said, tilting his head to look at Dick. “He’s only been at school a month or so but he hangs out with Steph and I every day. He’s really into space, and super smart, like I’m pretty sure he’s a genius at physics and engineering.” Tim sut his rambling off, feeling his cheeks flush in embarrassment. Surely Dick didn’t need to know Danny’s hobbies. 

“Just a friend?” Dick hummed. Tim narrowed his eyes at Dick’s suddenly mischievous attitude. 

“Yeah?” Tim said hesitantly. “”Why?”

“Oh, nothing,”Dick smiled, getting up from the couch to bring his plate to the kitchen.

“Wait no- Dick what do you mean?” Tim stammered, putting his coffee down to follow. “Dick!”

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Dick had called Barbara about Tim's friend, and even the red haired vigilante was worried about the poor kid. Apparently he was there every night, and Babs was just about to contact him to do something about him. Dick didn't understand what she meant by the ‘new little brother’ joke she'd made until he laid eyes on the kid. He’d nearly laughed when he caught sight of the black hair and blue eyes. Maybe Tim wanted another sibling, one that wouldn't stab or shoot him, Dick mused. 

Still, he followed the kid to a convenience store, frowning at the kid's yawn. If the apparent lack of sleep was worrying, the fact that the kid only got a bag of cheetos and a can of strawberry tea was even more concerning. Still, Dick hopped the roofs from afar, hoping the kid would at least have someone home to look out for him.

Dick's hopes were dashed when the kid made his way further towards Crime Alley. 

Ignoring the fact that he was potentially infringing on Jason's territory, Nightwing perched on a building across from the old pizzeria, watching the kid skillfully climb the fence around the place with a sinking feeling. Dick sighed. So, apparently Danny was living in the abandoned pizzeria. Great. Jason would definitely want to know about this.  

Dick's heart ached for the kid. He hoped Danny was finding ways to get food that wouldn't get him in trouble. Considering that he was still able to afford a spot at Gotham Academy, it seemed he had some sort of savings. Just, maybe not for things outside of school.  Dick frowned. How that worked he wasn’t so sure. The school would have to know those things, right? If he was living like that, then how could he be going to such a rich school?

Dick sat back further on the roof, making a note to look into Danny’s spot at the school when he heard heavy footsteps land on the roof. However, Dick's eyes were still on the Pizzeria, hoping that Danny didn't actually live there despite the overwhelming amount of evidence pointing to the contrary. Maybe the kid was passing through. Or it was a clubhouse of sorts. 

"Wing," Red Hood grumbled, coming to a stop a few feet away. "Whatcha doin' here?"

"Sorry,"Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair. If he had looked up he’d see Jaso towering over him with the iconic red helmet on. "I don't mean to trespass, I was just tailing one of Tim's friends."

"Timbo's friend? What'd the kid do to get Nightwing to follow him all the way to Crime Alley? He in some kind of trouble?" Hood huffed. Or the kid is trouble, Jason thought. 

"Not exactly," Nightwing started, glancing back at the building Danny disappeared into. Still nothing.  "Tim was worried about him. Kid didn't seem to be eating or sleeping well, and was hanging at Babs' library until close. We thought maybe he was a runaway, but he’s going to Gotham Prep so he has to have some sort of funds, except tonight I followed him until he went into the Pizzeria."

Hood whistled, crouching next to his brother. "Think he's living there? Not really a good place for a kid by himself."

"Yeah," Dick agreed. He paused before adding, "Danny's a good kid. If you could maybe look out for him when you can?"

Hood paused, looking towards the dilapidated building. "Yeah, alright. But you and Tim owe me," Dick huffed a laugh. "Can't be having a kid out here all alone, especially with winter coming up. I'll see if I can talk to him eventually."

"Please don't scare him too much," Dick grinned. If he knew one thing about Jason, it was that he had a soft spot for kids. 

"So, what's the kid look like? Because if you say black hair and blue eyes I'm going to shoot you." Hood added. Dick simply smiled mischievously, causing Jason to let out a groan. "Seriously? Get out of here."

“I’m pretty sure Tim might just be looking for a new sibling. That or he has a crush.”Dick laughed, standing up and patting the dust off himself. "You'll still keep an eye out?"

Hood waved him off tiredly. "Yeah yeah, I'll look after the newest brother." He shook his head fondly at the cackle Dick let out as he grappled away. 

Looking towards the shoddy Pizza place, Hood sighed. Obviously he wouldn't turn the kid in to CPS, but with winter coming up the kid might need someone looking out for him. There was no way the heating still worked in that place, and Jason was pretty sure one of the walls had a giant bat-sized hole in it. Maybe he’d check out the place while the kid was at school, just to see if he had everything he needed. 

Though, Jason grinned, maybe he could have a little fun messing with his future baby brother before Bruce got his hands on him. Scaring the kid out of crime alley and into a shelter would be a good start. 

It had been over a month since Danny'd stepped foot in Amity Park. It had just gotten too dangerous for him to stay after... that day. The GIW had been getting more intense, so Danny had already been on edge when the news broke.

His parents were partnering with the GIW. It meant extra funding, equipment, but it also meant Agent K and the others had more access to deadlier weapons- which made his job defending people from ghosts and ghosts from people even harder. Danny had obviously been upset at first, and had called Jazz to come home from college to help him persuade their parents against it. 

Jack and Maddie were set on the partnership though, and Danny tried explaining to his parents why it would be a bad idea. Things escalated, and Danny had told them again about how ghosts aren't bad- they're not evil, they're sentient and they have feelings. Jack and Maddie had become eerily suspicious, and started thinking he was possessed. Like the only reason why he’d be advocating for ghosts was because he was one.

Things took a bad turn from there. They’d tried to trap him, which worked since he’d been Danny at the time. His transformation was an accident though, due to one of their crazy inventions activating his rings. Jack and Maddie were shocked, of course, when he'd accidentally revealed he was Phantom. He was terrified of their reactions- had been ever since he'd had the accident a year ago. Jack and Maddie had... not reacted well, to say the least. They hadn't immediately gone for their weapons, though, so Danny had stayed calm, hoping to talk things out. He thought maybe they just needed to hear his side of things. He hoped they'd accept him.

Danny had been wrong.

Waking up strapped to a table in the lab not long after being zapped by the net that had trapped him, he realized there was probably nothing he could do to convince them he was still their son. Danny had to finally admit he was scared of his parents. The realization hurt far worse than the wounds they gave him. Jazz was his only saving grace, and he thanked the Ancients he was able to call her to come home before it all went down.

Jazz hadn't heard from Danny at all after he’d called the first time, so when she'd come home it was to her parents sleeping soundlessly and her brother half-conscious and bleeding out in the basement, strapped to a table like some sort of lab experiment. She was horrified. Nearly crying her eyes out, she struggled to get Danny out of there and patch up his wounds. She did the best she could to stop the bleeding while keeping her eyes away from the various filled jars on the counter. Jazz knew that she and Danny were no longer safe with Jack and Maddie, so she started making plans.

First, she called Tucker and Sam to let them know of the situation, while she took Danny and the Specter Speeder into the Ghost Zone. She knew that was the only place her parents wouldn't be able to follow. Danny had also said before that the Far Frozen had people he could trust, as well as medical equipment that surpassed the human realm. The Yeti, who Jazz had forgotten the name of as soon as he'd said it, was horrified at what had happened, and reassured Jazz he would be well taken care of while she was making arrangements. She’d stayed a few moments to wash the greenish red blood off her hands before pulling herself together. She almost couldn’t bear to leave him alone again, but she knew there were things to get done in the human realm.

Jazz had some of the plans outlined in a worst-case scenario like this, but she'd never thought it would actually happen. Nevertheless, she was grateful that they’d made plans like this. Back in the house, she'd trashed the lab as much as she could, unfortunately, waking her parents in the process. Luckily, she’d destroyed the jars of suspicious green and red liquids before that, and she stormed out before they could say anything. Actually, they might’ve said a lot, but Jazz was not listening. Jazz no longer had anything to say to Jack and Maddie. In her mind, they were a hopeless case. They'd done something irreversible, and she no longer thought of them as her parents. Not after they had... dissected her little brother. The thought made her stomach turn, and she wiped away tears she didn't think she still had in her.

After her third short breakdown, she composed herself and kept going. Someone had to be the adult in this situation, and her little brother needed her. Jazz fought back the memories of Danny- so small, laying on that lab table, so much blood, her baby brother- and got to work. She'd had some of the paperwork filled out before, mostly regarding school records, applications, and personal information, then had contacted Tucker to help with the rest. Such as fake ID, birth certificate, etc.

Jazz knew her parents wouldn't rest until they had Danny back. Them and the GIW both. Thankfully, her parents were dumb enough to think that Phantom-Danny had been a ghost, and had kidnapped their real son, so the secret of Halfas was still safe. She knew Danny wasn't safe in Amity Park, and Danny's friends agreed. Jazz was glad Sam and Tucker hadn’t seen Danny strapped to the table, but judging by their faces, they could imagine. She made a note to talk to them afterwards as a therapist to make sure they were coping well. The three of them had met up at Tucker’s house, tears and blood- in Jazz's case- on all of their faces. After quick hugs and reassurances that Danny was alive and they'd get him when everything was ready, the three of them continued with their plans.

Sam was in charge of a go-bag. Danny would need clothes, food, medical supplies, ghost gear- just in case - and other supplies. Tucker dealt with funds- stealing from Vlad was like taking candy from a baby- fake ID, and other important forgeries. Meanwhile, Jazz got to work on paperwork. She figured schooling was most important, besides housing, and got everything set up from there. A few dozen calls and stolen funds, and Danny would be living in Gotham. Her brother would be renting a small apartment and attending a private school, with plenty of funds in his new bank account. It would be the least likely place for their parents to look for him. They kept Danny as his first name, but combined their own into a fake last name to throw off the trail. They didn't have many options with Manson and Foley, but they were too worried about their friend/brother to get too creative with it. The simpler the better.

Danny would now be Daniel Folson, resident of Gotham for a few months. The three of them figured it would be too difficult to remember a full name change, and the fact that Danny was a pretty common name would work in their favor. No one would look for him around Gotham anyway. Or so they hoped. 

Unsure about the extent the GIW or the Fentons would go to to find Danny, they prepared for the worst. That is, if the police got involved, which was likely considering a day after Jazz had dumped Danny in the Ghost Zone, Maddie and Jack had filed a missing persons report on Danny. Since there were no guarantees that Vlad wouldn't get involved either, they had to be thorough. Jazz was not completely confident that Vlad could be convinced to their side, so she didn't bother with telling him anything. The only thing Jazz could trust Vlad to do was to be a fruitloop, and no one needed his smarmy help in anything this serious. Jazz was forever grateful that Tucker was as good with computers as he was, and she made a note to help him get into a good college when he graduated. Though she figured he could probably hack his way into any college he wanted.Either way, Vlad would be none the wiser to his missing funds, and wouldn’t be able to use Technus to track Danny down. 

After they'd gotten all the supplies and paperwork ready to send Danny away- no one was happy about it but they knew things were about to spiral down from here- Tucker warned Dani of the situation, telling her not to come back anytime soon, and while she was worried and angry, she agreed. Dani had the task of leaving ecto-signatures in places far from Gotham in order to keep the trail off Danny while he healed. After a month or so of that, Dani would be okay to keep traveling around like usual. They'd keep in contact though, more than before. Jazz and Tucker were setting her and Danny up with weekly check-ins and emergency beacons and things like that. Tucker’s main job was keeping those two safe, and there was no way the two halfas were getting captured on his watch. 

The Ghosts had heard what happened from Frostbite, and after a slight kidnapping of Ember, they made sure she warned the ghosts to stay in the zone for as long as possible. In a show of solidarity, Skulker had caused a distraction downtown for the GIW and Fentons while Jazz, Sam and Tucker went to get Danny and explain the plan to him.

Danny was... heartbroken. Traumatized. Weak and still healing. Jazz was surprised to see her brother had mutated even more in his ghost form, and now sported pointier ears, paler skin and sharp fangs. They'd eventually talked Danny into leaving for Gotham- not without many tears and arguments- with the help of Frostbite and a visit from Clockwork. All of them hoped it wouldn't be forever, but with the way things were in Amity, things were unlikely to be resolved so soon. Especially with the Fentons joining the GIW. They’d promise that once he was out and things settled, they’d start to form a plan. If it was possible, they’d try to get into contact with the Justice League again. 

Flying alone to Gotham was the hardest thing Danny had ever done, and thought of turning back many times. He didn't. His friends and Jazz would be disappointed and worried out of their minds for him if he did. And he had to admit, they had a plan. He had to protect them and himself. The humming in his chest emanating from his core latched onto the fact that he was protecting everyone by leaving. The ghosts would be safe if they stayed in the zone, and Danny couldn’t stay in Amity or the Zone forever. He couldn’t be Danny Fenton or Phantom in Amity anymore. In Gotham, he could at least be Danny Fenton. Or Folson. He would be alone, but they'd find ways to check in on him when it was safe. He just had to deal with being alone for a while. No big deal. He could do this.

He couldn't.

The first few weeks were the hardest. Danny started school almost immediately, eager for some kind of distraction from the pain of leaving his friends and family behind. Because Jazz was his only family now that his parents were... hunting him. Had hurt him. Jazz was his only family now besides Ellie and he couldn’t even talk to them anymore. No one knew what Technus was up to so communication was only for emergencies and check-ins. 

Moving to Gotham would have been fine. It would have been fine, if not for the shabby apartment Jazz had set up for him bursting into flames. Something about a villain from Gotham who liked to torch stuff. Firefly, maybe. Danny wasn't sure, but he'd been able to stake out a place to live in an old building. Danny thought it used to be an old pizza place. He'd been able to stash his stuff in the rickety old attic and set up a meager living space with his sleeping bag and other supplies that Sam packed him. His wounds were still aching a bit, but his advanced healing had helped him a lot. Since he woke up from…that, he’d been able to absorb a lot more ectoplasm than he usually did. It was odd, and since he found out he could absorb ectoplasm from anywhere in the human realm, he didn’t need to eat human food nearly as much as he had before. He was down to maybe one meal a day. He could still eat three if he wanted, but the ectoplasm was more than enough to sustain him. It felt weird to eat so much food he didn’t even need. 

There was no way he could contact Jazz about the apartment though, and he knew to use the money in his account sparingly. Danny wasn't sure he'd tell Jazz about his living situation if she'd called anyway. There probably wouldn’t be anything anyone could do at this point. Hacking Vlad’s bank account had been fine the first time, but multiple times would tip the fruitloop off. Danny had rather not have to deal with the fruitloop on his trail too. If everything went to plan, Vlad would be chilling in Wisconsin and not even know about his disappearance until Jack or Maddie called him about it. Given how distracted they were, it should give them a few weeks or so. 

The phone he had been given looked old, but it was Tucker approved safe from pretty much anything. Only to be used in case of emergencies for now, since everyone back home was looking into his friends and searching for him. Danny didn’t count being semi-homeless as an emergency. As a Halfa, he didn’t need to sleep as much as a human either, especially not since his strange new mutation, and that was pretty much all he needed a house for. It was weird to think that his second near-death experience caused him to become more like a ghost, and wondered if he’d just lose his human half over time. He really didn’t want to think about that though. 

Living at the Pizzeria would be fine. The only thing he worried about was his friends and sisters, because at this point Ellie was more like his sister than anything else. Maybe after everything started to die down Danny would be able to contact them. He’d be able to hear their voices. 

He could admit, he missed their voices. Hell, he even missed Dash. So far he'd made a few sort of friends at Gotham Academy; Tim, who drank enough coffee it probably replaced his blood at this point, Steph, who reminded him of if Sam and Star combined into the same person, and Conner, who might or might not be Tim's boyfriend, but he wasn't going to ask. He was pretty sure Conor might also be goth, but he wasn’t sure. It might be weird to ask. Danny thought they were nice, but he didn't want to get close to someone only for him to disappear one day. He didn't want to lose more friends. There was nothing they could do to help him anyways, no ghosts for them to help him catch, no all-meat or vegetarian lunches in the cafeteria to riot about, nothing out of the ordinary. Danny didn’t want to get more people involved in his problems. They might get hurt, and he didn’t want that.

Danny's new place was, for lack of a better word, not ideal. He showered at a nearby gym at night, which was easier because he could turn invisible, and slept in the attic of the abandoned pizzeria. He found it more comfortable to sleep during lunch at school, or at the library, though, so he used the pizzeria for storing his stuff. Since he'd found the library, he'd been going everyday after school to do homework until he fell asleep in one of their comfy bean bags. He was surprised to find he was actually doing well in school now without the constant ghost attacks, or mishaps with his powers. Who knew he was actually pretty smart. Definitely not him. Or Dash. Now that he thought about it, Danny was pretty sure Lancer knew he was wasting his potential. He wondered if his old teacher missed him in class. Probably not. 

The Library closed around 7 though, and usually a nice librarian named Barbra would very politely wake him and kick him out. He'd then get a snack for dinner and then wander around in his ghost form invisibly. Danny didn't actually need to eat as much, considering his ghost form just leeched ectoplasm from his surroundings constantly now- something he learned from Frostbite’s lectures. Danny was just glad he wouldn’t have to make trips into the Zone to get the ectoplasm he needed. 

Speaking of his ghost form, he wasn't stupid enough to use it in Gotham. Even though Dash would argue otherwise about his smarts, Danny knew having the Gotham vigilante's attention would be a bad thing. The Justice League and affiliates were government approved, so any heroes who were in contact with him would be obligated to turn him in to the GIW according to the Anti-Ecto Act. Anything with ectoplasm was no longer sentient and sadly that included Danny. So, he figured staying invisible as much as possible would work in his favor. 

As a ghost, his core obsession to protect people determined his actions a lot more than he wanted it to. At first, he was fine with protecting himself, and staying out of the way. He'd caught glimpses of the vigilantes from afar and was not planning on introducing himself anytime soon. But his core urged him to help. The humming had only gotten stronger, and it made him extremely anxious to not help people every day. After a few days, he was wandering at night, unable to sleep in the dark attic of the Pizzeria- and also not needing as much sleep as a regular person. With no ghost attacks late at night or homework to catch up on, he was more than a little restless.                                                                                                                                                                                         

Danny had stuck to his goal of staying invisible on his nightly trips, but he'd do small things. Trip up a burglar, ice someone’s shoe to the ground, phase a gun out of someone's hand, the small stuff. Danny's core hummed with warmth whenever he managed to help a random citizen and keep the bad guys from doing any harm. He was so used to fighting ghosts, he wasn't sure how to go about fighting regular humans. Danny was very very afraid of going too far or using too much strength. Even on top of the fact that most of his weapons were only effective against ghosts. He couldn't stuff a robber into a thermos.... probably. 

So he left actual crime fighting to the Bats. Danny had gotten curious a few times, and tried to follow them across rooftops. It was easier considering he could fly, but he was still in awe at how they effortlessly moved through the shadows and jumped roofs with ease. Danny found himself tagging along more than he planned to, but the way the vigilante's bantered back and forth reminded him of his friends back home. It was… nice. And he’d already learned a lot about crime fighting with actual humans just by watching them. It was interesting to see how different Ghosts were in comparison. Danny himself would stick to small stuff, and leave the rogues to the Bats, but he tailed them as much as possible to help lessen their load or keep an eye on them. 

After one close call with a gun and an unaware Robin, Danny figured he could help out a bit and they wouldn’t mind. His core hummed louder around the Bats, and it felt…nice to feel like he was a part of things. He was invisible, and surely they wouldn't notice him knocking a gun astray, or a rock thrown at a random goon for a distraction. Danny was helping, but not getting involved in the big stuff, just like he’d promised. It wasn't like he was a vigilante, just… support from afar. It had taken a shorter amount of time than Danny thought it would for them to notice their apparent 'good luck'. 

The Bats had started noticing the small hiccups their villains were having, but didn't know why or where it was coming from, or if it was simply a coincidence. It started with staring. A few times, Danny had to hold back laughter as Red Robin examined a broken flower pot a little too seriously after he'd pushed it off a ledge towards a guy with a gun aimed at the vigilante. He knew he should probably stop following the vigilantes, but he was worried about them. Robin was just so small, and his core hummed happily whenever he protected them in some small way. 

Danny fully blamed his obsession for the bat-stalking he'd been doing. Sure, he helped people when the bats weren't around still, but it was less lonely with the group, and his core had latched onto the family. He wasn’t completely sure if it was because he was missing his own family, but Danny felt better around the Bats. He’d give them their secrecy though, and didn’t pursue them anytime they were on their way home. He didn’t care about their identities as long as they more or less let him tag along. 

The initial suspicion dissipated after a few weeks, and Danny was amused and appreciative when they started to try to communicate with him. Robin mostly ignored him after telling the empty alleyway seriously that he would not tolerate threats, and if he hurt the other vigilante's in any way, Robin would dispose of him. It was funny, but Danny had no doubt the kid would find some way to do it if the ghost crossed the little kid. 

Red Robin, when he was alone, would ask Danny questions. He figured out Danny was willing to communicate by moving objects, and asked questions to confirm some worries. It started with "Why are you helping us?" To which Danny had just kicked an empty can lightly towards the vigilante. From then, Red Robin had figured out a yes or no system that would help get him answers. Danny had fun answering the questions when there was time.

"Okay, uh, kick the can for yes, and the rock for no. Are you going to hurt us?" One kick to the rock. 

"Are you... helping us?" Red Robin asked, raising an eyebrow behind the mask, and Danny cheered internally while kicking the can. He hoped the vigilantes would let him continue to help. “I mean, you have been helping us, but you really don’t need to. We’re professionals.” 

Danny shrugged, floating a few feet in the air, but Red Robin couldn’t see that. Of course Danny knew they’d be fine without him, but he was, for lack of a better word, bored. And they reminded him of his family back home. Without his ‘nightly job’, he had no doubt that his core would reduce him to an anxious ball of goop. 

"Are you…in trouble?" Red Robin said after, and Danny wasn't sure how to respond. He thought for a moment, but before he could do anything, Robin followed up with,"We can help you." to which Danny had kicked the rock in a burst of panic. No, no, no.  He didn't want the bats in his business. For his own safety as well as theirs. No telling what the GIW would do. 

Red Robin frowned at that, but took a seat in the alley. The vigilante seemed to be thinking of a question, but Danny stayed around, eager for some sort of conversation that wasn't from school. And a part of him felt that, if the vigilantes knew what was happening in Amity they’d help. Even if they had to go against the government. Well, he hoped. Tucker had mentioned trying to contact the Justice League about their issue before. "So you need help, but don't want ours." Danny kicked the can. The vigilante thought for a moment longer, then decided to stop pushing for the time being.

"Are you a ghost?" Danny kicked the can, laughing silently at the incredulous face Red Robin made in response. "What the fuck,"He'd muttered, then froze abruptly. "Are you haunting me?"

Just for laughs, Danny kicked the can. Red Robin paled, belatedly reaching for his comm or a weapon, but Danny kicked the rock after a second, making the kid let out a breath of air. The vigilante looked around the alleyway "That was a joke, right?"

Danny kicked the can, shoulders shaking from trying to contain his laughter. "Very funny, almost gave me a heart attack,"He mumbled. A second later, he stood up, brushing himself off.  "You should hang out with Nightwing more, I'm sure he'd love to play pranks with you sometime. As long as they aren't on me,"Red Robin added. 

"Are you... older than Eighteen?" Red Robin asked suddenly, and Danny kicked the rock nonchalantly.”Alright, younger then. And you’re a ghost.”  After a pause, he asked. "Are you lonely?" 

Danny left after kicking the can. He didn't want to talk about it, but figured it would be rude to not answer at least. And he was lonely. Danny missed Jazz, and Sam and Tucker and Ellie. At that point he'd been in Gotham a few weeks and it had been just as long since he'd seen any sign of the ghosts too. He hoped everyone was okay. Danny missed his family so much his core ached. And a part of him hoped Red Robin would talk to him more or let him patrol with them if Red knew he was lonely. 

Nightwing was one of his favorite vigilantes to stalk. He'd been a little caught off guard the first few times, but after a while it seemed Nightwing was happy to have someone to chat with. After Danny had phased the gun out of someone's hand, Nightwing had continued fighting without pause, but after all the thugs were tied up he'd put his hands on his hips and looked around for where Danny might be. "Thanks for the assist Casper!" Nightwing had called out. "I don't know if you're still here, but-"

 Danny knocked over a tupperware container on the ground, and Nightwing relaxed. "Oh, sweet you’re here. That’s mildly terrifying actually,” He rambled. “You know, I have a few more places to patrol, wanna race?"

And since that time, Nightwing somehow roped him into a bunch of activities to keep his mind off Amity Park. Usually, Danny would find some subtle way to let the vigilantes know he was with one of them for the night, like tap them, or toss a rock in their direction. Physical contact wasn't usually received well, so he didn't do it often. He could tell it really unnerved Batman, but he also didn't follow Batman as much as the others. Danny was a bit intimidated. Okay, he was a lot intimidated.  

Same with Robin. He hung around him a lot since the kid was fun to annoy, and he was worried about him going off on his own sometimes. The kid had said on numerous occasions that he was more than capable and did not need assistance from a mere ghost. Danny thought Robin and Batman were pretty similar. 

So, Danny avoided touching the vigilantes as much as possible. Except for that time when Nightwing asked him to phase through him. That had been pretty funny. He'd then convinced Danny to do it to Red Robin when they met up with him, and then Robin when the kid showed up asking why they were meeting without him. Nightwing had laughed his ass off, Robin had threatened to exorcize him, and it was hard for Danny to keep quiet. It was times like those he’d go back to the pizzeria with a smile on his face. 

From there, they'd sometimes give Danny little tasks to complete, like pass notes back and forth, -or in Nightwing’s case he passed jokes- check in on one of them, or to scope out a building and tell them how many people were inside by using rocks or tapping. It made him feel useful, and it reminded him of his friends back home. Like he was part of a team. It was nice. 

Danny was less lonely at night with the vigilantes. He hardly slept in his dingy little crawl space, opting to spend his nighttime with the heroes and get an hour or so of sleep at school or the library. He still didn't need to eat as much as before the lab accident, so the snacks he got in the morning from Tim, lunch at school, and the meal he ate after the library was fine to keep him going. Danny could tell he was worrying Tim a bit, but he figured the guy was just being polite. Even though Danny didn’t need to eat much, he still ate the snacks Tim brought him, to reassure the shorter kid that he wasn’t starving himself. He'd spent a few more hours sleeping before school to make up for it, hoping his eye bags weren't as prominent as they had been lately. As a newly mutated Halfa, he didn’t need to sleep more than four hours a night usually, and if he was avoiding sleep due to nightmares, well, that was for him to know.

A month of doing his not-vigilante but kind of vigilante thing, he was finally getting some sort of rhythm. He'd received a message from Tucker not too long ago detailing that he, Sam Ellie, and Jazz were fine. None of the ghosts had been caught by the GIW and they'd been setting some traps for the guys in white and Danny's parents. He could tell Sam was having a bit of vindictive pleasure with setting the traps to slow them down. Danny was pretty sure he heard something about a scoreboard. Meanwhile, Jazz was still being monitored by the Fentons.The GIW had been told of Danny's ghost-possessing, and the city's police force was still poking their nose around. Tucker had said Vlad had been seen talking to the Fentons, so it was likely the fruitloop- and by proxy Skulker or Technus- would get involved. Technus would be bad for Danny, so Tucker said it might be a while until the next check in and promised to delete anything remotely close to their correspondence. Danny had given a short message in response and a good luck text.

Danny felt his core hum in dismay, fingers twitching with the need to help, but he knew he couldn't go back. He still hated that the three of them had to solve his problems for him but… Part of him was glad he wouldn't have to go back there. Even the thought of the Fenton's basement sent shivers down his spine. So he tried to keep his mind off things, going to school and the library, then supporting the vigilantes at night. Danny sighed, knowing it could always get worse, and that his situation was temporary. He was lucky that his parents hadn't shipped him off to the GIW the moment he’d shown them Phantom. Danny wasn't sure he'd have been able to count on Jazz to get him out if that had happened.

Everything changed when Danny ran into the Red Hood one night.

He'd been following Nightwing, who was heading towards an area they usually stayed away from, when Red Hood showed up with his guns drawn. "I assume there's a reason you're in my territory?"

Danny didn't follow along with their conversation much, too busy trying to figure out why his ghost sense was acting up. He floated around the two, and the closer he got to Red Hood, the more his ghost sense flared. Was Red Hood like him? He passed in front of the red helmet, waving his arms. Danny's arms dropped to his side when he realized Hood couldn't see him like other ghosts could when he was invisible. Soon, when Nightwing jumped gracefully to another roof, Danny decided to follow Red Hood.

Watching him after a while, Danny could tell the Red Hood knew he was there. Or at least, could sense his presence. Danny wasn't sure if Red Hood was a halfa like him, or some kind of meta. It was interesting, because while he couldn’t feel any kind of core, he could still sense ectoplasm on the guy. What caused it? Did Red Hood generate ectoplasm himself? Danny wasn’t sure, no matter how long he stared at him. Either way, he could feel some type of ectoplasm coming off of Hood in small waves. It felt a lot like the ring of rage, and Danny shivered at the memory.

Suddenly, Red Hood drew a gun and pointed it to where Danny's head was. Caught up in his own thoughts, Danny was so startled he'd accidentally dropped his invisibility, letting out a small squeak. "A kid?" He heard Hood mutter, before the guy went into interrogation mode. "Who are you and why have you been following me?"

Danny stared wide eyed, willing himself to respond. "Uh- you, um," Danny stammered, trying to figure out how to explain that Danny was following him because he was possibly a halfa or contaminated with ectoplasm. "You um, you feel like a ghost."

Red Hood froze, and Danny scrambled to explain, floating away from the gun and waving his hands in a panicked way. He made sure to give Hood his space and not look threatening, but he felt like he needed to explain. One of the vigilantes was like him, meaning there was a possibility that they were hiding from the GIW too. Was Red Hood in hiding already? Did he know about the GIW?  "I- I mean usually I can sense when another ghost is close by, and you feel like a ghost does. Sort of. I was curious, so I m-may have followed you, but I’m on your side. Obviously, you can sense me or something and I can um, sense you so I mean, I was wondering why you feel like a ghost. Sort of."

"What do you mean sort of?" Red Hood grunted, cutting off Danny’s panicked rambling and holstering his gun, but not relaxing. The glowing green eyes of the ghost kid did nothing to reassure Jason of anything good. "And what the fuck do you mean about ghosts?"

Danny floated closer, squinting at Hood, and getting a feel for the ectoplasm inside him. It felt... corrupted in a way. Like the Ring of Rage."Oh, um. Well, I'm a ghost," Danny said, straightening himself. He didn't offer to shake hands, because he knew the other vigilante's didn't like it. He was way colder in his ghost form and it unsettled a lot of people. Tucker in particular hated it when he shoved his cold ghost hands under the geek’s shirt. "You can call me Phantom."

"Red Hood," The guy grunted, still suspicious, but Danny couldn't blame him. Meeting a ghost for the first time was always kinda disorienting.

"Right, explanation. So, I was haunting Nightwing- which, okay that sounds bad but he uh, he knows about it. Um, I mean he knows about me, sort of," Danny clarified, glancing at the Hood’s stiff posture." We race sometimes. And I don’t haunt him all the time. Um. Only when I see him on the roofs and stuff."

Red Hood crossed his arms, willing the kid- Was he a kid? He looked younger than the Replacement- to get on with the story. He was curious and on edge about how the ghost kid could tell he was.. not fully alive. And the fact that he could escape "Uh, right. So when he met with you I sort of sensed you were sort of like me, so I followed you because I was confused and worried about how you-"

"What do you mean like you?" Red Hood said, stepping forward menacingly, which didn't seem to phase the kid who was floating several feet in the air. Right, he was a ghost. How the heck would he be able to fight a ghost, he wondered. Maybe he’d call up Constantine after this. If he survived. 

"I mean it feels like you have ectoplasm in you, but it’s… different. All ghosts and Halfas have a core, but… I don't think you have one," He muttered, squinting at Jason's chest. When he floated closer Jason just took a step back. Danny held up his hands in surrender, backing off before the gun-toting vigilante decided to shoot him. It was just intriguing to meet a sort-of halfa. 

"A core?" Jason asked, staring at the kids glowing white hair that moved like he was underwater. He'd started to realize this was just a kid, probably just curious about why Jason felt similar to him. But where did Phantom come from? What was a ghost kid doing haunting Gotham of all places? Actually, Jason could think of a lot of reasons why someone would haunt Gotham. He figured he might as well get some useful information out of the kid, but it was unlikely that the kid meant any harm. Just…a curious kid, Jason decided. Still. It was weird.

"Right,"The kid said, putting a hand to his chin. Jason wondered if he'd ever had to explain this to anyone else before. Did the kid know any other ghosts like him? It was a sad thought. Was this kid all alone in his afterlife? Jason thought maybe Bruce would be happy to adopt a lonely ghost kid to forever haunt the manor. "Um, so every ghost has a core, it’s like their heart. Halfas are like ghosts, because they have a core, but they also have a heart, and stuff like that cuz they're half human. Cores are sustained by ectoplasm. You though, you don't have a core, so you aren't a halfa or a ghost, but you have ectoplasm. I'm not sure why."

Red Hood was silent for a moment before answering,"I do."

“You- you know how you got all that ectoplasm? Cause it's not the good kind," Danny asked with wide eyes, then wrinkled his nose. "It smells angry." He squinted, making Jason snort.

"Yeah." Hood grunted. That’s an understatement. "I died, but was brought back using the Lazarus pits. Basically a pit of toxic green water."

"Huh." Danny shifted, coming closer to examine the angry ectoplasm a bit more. He was in awe of how close Red Hood allowed him to get. He could see a bit of a green tinge in the air around Hood, and poked at it gently, making the Hood stiffen, but the vigilante didn’t move away."The green water- sludge, whatevers, we call it ectoplasm. It um. It can be other things, not just water, but yeah. The stuff around you sounds, and feels, like some form of corrupted ectoplasm. Usually it's all in the Ghost zone- a sort of different dimension for ghosts, but sometimes there's thin spots in the barrier between worlds so some ghosts or ectoplasm can get through."The ghost explained, then added with a thoughtful expression,"I'll have to talk to the ancients about those pits, probably not safe for humans to be falling into it all the time."

The last comment made Jason hum in agreement, silently reeling about a different realm filled with ghosts and lazarus energy, but wondered if giving this kid info about the pits was really a good idea or not. Red Hood kept an eye on the ghost kid the whole time, fingers itching for his guns while the kid scrutinized him. His nerves almost got the best of him a few times with the kid staring at him so intently. Maybe this was a bad idea. He could feel the kid’s presence, and if he was telling the truth then that meant the kid was also a part of the Lazarus pits in some way. His hand went for his gun, when the kid suddenly straightened up. "Well, since you're not a Halfa or anything, want me to get rid of it for you?"

"What," Jason snapped, narrowing his eyes. Get rid of the Pit rage? Could it be that easy? Why now of all times did this tiny ghost kid come along and try to fix all his problems? Was it a trap? Jason thought, considering.

"I mean, I've never done it before, but all ghosts can kind of control ectoplasm to an extent," Phantom said, holding his hand out, which was now glowing with green, as an example. Jason stared at the collection of green in the kid’s hand, and he felt… strangely at ease with it. Unlike the green from the pits, this was lighter somehow. Not angry. And a lighter green. "Mine is not corrupted though, so it probably feels different."

And it did. Jason didn't get that same feeling he got when he encountered anything pit-related. He could tell they were similar, but not. Phantom's green was.. calmer. "I can try to draw out the grumpy ectoplasm-"

“We are not calling it that,"Jason cut in, and the kid smirked at him in a way that reminded him of his brothers. Jason felt taken aback at how easy it was to banter with the weird ghost kid. He shrugged off the weird feelings and went back to business.  "No. We’re not. What would you do with it when you have it all?"

That question seemed to stump the kid. Jason squined, half convinced the kid was going to do something dangerous with it but instead of that, the kid just looked as confused as Jason as he started to ramble. "I dunno. It probably would taste pretty gross, but I don’t have a portal to the zone to toss it into either. I mean maybe I could find a natural portal. Maybe put it in a jar? It might get out though. I guess I could freeze it? Ghost ice doesn't melt. You could keep it around as a paperweight or something." Phantom shrugged, and the idea thrown out there that his constant rage could be filtered out of his body to be made into a paperweight was so damn strange that Jason knew there was probably no way this was a trap. Phantom was just a well meaning, too curious, kind of dumb kid.

“A paperweight,”Jason deadpanned. 

“I-I mean I can try to make it into a sculpture?” Phantom winced,”I’m not great at making anything other than spheres. I can try though? If you want a.. Prettier paperweight?”

Jason stared at the kid a moment in exasperation. “No. A sphere is. Fine.” Jason huffed. “So you’re taking the pit rage-”

“Grumpy ectoplasm,”Phantom cut in helpfully. Jason ignored him.

“-and freezing it in a sphere of ice that will never melt in order to contain it forever, and giving it to me as a paperweight,”Jason finished, trying to wrap his head around the ridiculousness of everything. 

“Yea,” Phantom finger-gunned. Jason sighed. 

"Alright,"Jason shrugged, opening his arms a bit. "Do your worst." He said before he had time to regret it. This was probably way against Bat protocol, especially since he didn’t know where the kid came from or anything about him, but Jason was curious. Plus, if Nightwing spent time racing the kid in his freetime then he couldn’t be too bad. Probably. And he may be getting his hopes up a bit. No way would Batman let him exchange trauma for a paperweight in an alley with the ghost of a child. Batman never let him do anything fun. 

"Nice! Okay hold still-"Phantom said, dropping to stand the ground, which surprised Jason because he could see the kid actually had legs now. Seeing legs instead of weird wisps of a tail was strange, but oddly made sense, and he noticed the kid was wearing some sort of hazmat suit with absolutely zero protection. He watched with suspicion as he held his palms out to Jason, but not touching, and closed his eyes. The kid took a breath- do ghosts breathe?- before Jason started to see this dark green mist start to waft off of him and collect vaguely in the kid's hands.

Jason startled, about to move away when he felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He felt... lighter. The green haze that seemed to always be at the edge of his vision receded, and Jason almost felt... relieved. He didn't realize how suffocating all that rage was until it was gone. It very nearly drove him to tears. For the first time in forever he just felt… calm. Like he was taking a breath of fresh air after a lifetime of pollution. 

 "Aaand done!" Phantom exclaimed,and Jason had a feeling that Phantom would be doing jazz hands if he wasn’t holding.. Something. The kid was holding a menacing swirling mist of green in between his hands like a giant marble. He focused again for a moment before Jason felt a chill to the air, and suddenly there was a blue sphere in the kids hands, the inside a swirly green color suspense within the sparkling ice. 

"Here,"Phantom offered, giving him the sphere of Jason's pit rage before the vigilante could say anything. Jason looked at it a few moments with apprehension before shrugging. He'd have a breakdown about this later, he was sure, and pocketed the now paperweight in one of his pouches. The weight of it was not comforting in the least, and part of him wanted to throw it into the harbor as soon as he got a chance. He didn’t though. Yet. "I think I got all of it, but if you start feeling it again come find me. I’ll probably be around Nightwing or something. You feel okay, right?"

Pushing aside Jason's questions of how the hell was he supposed to find an invisible ghost kid in Gotham of all places, he nodded. "Y-yeah. Thanks."

"No problem," Phantom waved, once again floating into the air, only this time sitting criss-cross applesauce. Jason sort of thought he might be dreaming. Might as well try to get some answers though, he thought. “And it won’t melt or break. Unless, like, I get killed as a ghost or something but it might not melt at that either.” 

"Why would you help me? Why would you tell me about any of this at all?" Jason asked, leaning against the wall. He felt exhausted all of a sudden, and elected to ignore Phantom’s comment about something possibly killing him as a ghost. Whether it be from the emotional whiplash or from having ecto-whatever pulled from his body, he didn't know. Still, he didn’t regret letting the kid turn his trauma into a paperweight. He had a passing thought about whether this meant he’d die without the ectoplasm, but honestly didn’t care over the relief of it being gone for good. 

"’Cause you seemed like you needed help. And I didn't have any when I became,"Phantom trailed off, and Jason winced when he gestured to himself. "It can be scary,"He continued in a softer tone. "Having to get used to new powers and stuff."

Jason shivered, and felt a pang in his chest that the kid had probably died at that age. Phantom looked younger than Tim, who was fifteen. "You mentioned Halfas? Are they common?" Jason asked, suddenly aware of a possible new threat. People who were more half-dead than Jason and possibly had powers like the ghost in front of him. "How come I haven't heard of them or ghosts like you before?"

"Nah," Phantom said, still quiet. "There's only three Halfas that I know of. And you probably wouldn't know about any of us, since we're all usually in hiding." Especially right now, Danny thought. 

"Why? Wouldn't halfas be like metas? They’d have protection." Jason asked, and Phantom could hear concern and confusion in his voice, despite the voice modifier.

Phantom shook his head, white hair swishing gently in the ghostly atmosphere, and Jason noticed pointy ears."Halfas fall under the Anti-ecto Acts according to your government. Anything with ectoplasm isn't classified as human, or sentient, and the Ghost Investigation Ward is able to hunt down and experiment on them,"The ghost shivered. "That's why I was confused about you. And worried, cause exposure to ectoplasm isn’t usually planned and can be difficult to get used to without help from a ghost.. I wasn't sure if you'd be at risk if the GIW found out about you.  They have… sort of a way to track ectoplasm. If they knew about you they’d…" Phantom trailed off, but Jason got the picture. 

"Oh,"Jason breathed. This went a hell of a lot deeper than he thought it did. And Jason could have just been taken and experimented on at any point before this and it would be legally allowed? Yikes. He needed to do more research on this for sure. "You mentioned a ghost zone?"

"Oh, yeah," Phantom waved nonchalantly. "It’s also called the Infinite Realms. Houses all the ghosts, ruled by the ghost king, blah, blah. It's been a while since I've been back, but the whole thing is made up of ectoplasm. Usually there’s weak spots that can act as a portal between the two worlds, but some ghosts have the ability to create portals. As far as I know only three ghosts in the Zone where I’m from can do that. There’s also man-made portals, where people from this realm sort of…poke holes? Into the Ghost Zone. It’s usually a pretty bad idea."Phantom added, rubbing the back of his neck. "Some ghosts can be kinda dangerous. Or ghosts who want to be left alone fall through and get trapped here. They all have their own obsessions to follow and sometimes humans can get hurt. Or the ghost hunters take the ghosts for experiments, try to kill them, stuff like that."

Jason thought for a moment, letting the info-dump process in his mind a bit before a thought came to mind. "Do you know where the Halfas are? How did they become half-ghosts?" He asked, to which Phantom inclined his head, but said nothing.

"If they're hiding from this shady government organization, I can help,"Jason argued, and Phantom shook his head stiffly. "Isn't there anything you can tell me about them?"

"If you go after the GIW, you might not come back,"Phantom warned. "They don't just exterminate ghosts, they use them to make weapons or power sources. It's dangerous, and they don't know halfas exist yet." Danny hoped so at least. His own parents thought he was just being possessed by Phantom, so there was a good chance they weren't aware of them yet. "I'd like to keep it that way. It’s safer for them if no one knows they exist. They know how to hide. They have protection. They’ll be fine."

Hood sighed, feeling the weight of his rage in his pocket. He was sure he’d have his gun out at this point if he’d still had all that rage inside him. Now he just felt kind of exhausted. He’d look into this shady organization no matter what the kid said though. Even if there were only three half-humans out there, they didn’t deserve to be hunted. Hell, even ghosts like this kid didn’t deserve to be hunted. Maybe if the Bats could get into contact with the ghost king then they can come up with some sort of truce between both realms. 

”Alright. Fine,"Jason grumbled. "I'll look into it and see if I can't get it shut down.” Phantom froze up, so Jason quickly added,”Don't worry, I won't mention any of your secrets to anyone. I won't pry about the halfas either,"He sighed again, thinking of how this was probably a job for Batman. It's possible Tim already is semi-aware of it at least, Jason figured. 

Jason wondered if Phantom in Gotham meant one or more of the halfas were hiding here, and he was just keeping an eye out for them. Was the kid protecting the halfa’s here? Were there other ghosts around doing the same? It seemed like something the kid might do. "Just, keep the halfas and ghosts safe, and stay out of trouble."

"Aye aye," Phantom saluted, before disappearing into the night. Jason paused, no longer able to feel the ghost's presence when he went invisible. Jason reached into his pocket, feeling the smooth cold surface of the pit rage. 

What a weird night, he thought.

Chapter 3

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 4

The Wayne family attends Gala all the time. Some have for years, but that doesn’t mean that all enjoy them. Bruce and Damian attend them purely for appearances, Dick is there to kept his siblings from burning down the building, Jason always sneaks in as different undercover identities, Tim has to go because he has to also keep up appearances but most of the time you will find him indirectly call the investors idiots. Duke and Steph are at the snack table, Cass sticks next to Babs at the table and they watch the chaos together. Alfred joins them sometimes.

It comes as to no shock that Tim has severe Narcolepsy, but Dick and Bruce have insomnia.

Damian watched Tim while he sleeps. No one knows when he started but he always tells the other it’s because Tim is prone to falling. Which is lie but no one ever stops him.

Stephanie is very skilled mechanic, sometimes when there’s down time she’s found repairing or working on of the bat bikes or the Batmobile.

Dick Grayson is color blind. It’s only when he comments on Stephanie’s brown sweater that Jason points out to him. Barbara and Bruce knew the whole time and just thought he was doing it to be funny, it comes as a shock to Dick though.

Duke and Cass go to the flee market every Sunday. The buy fresh produce and eggs for Alfred. Cass even thrifts a few clothing pieces.

Speaking of Clothes, no one has all their clothes anymore. Jason’s hoodies are always stole from the manor, his safehouses in the city and out of the country it doesn’t matter. They’ll usually end up in Cass, Tim or Steph’s closet. Dick’s T-shirts are public domain at this point because all his siblings have at least one of them. Barbara can never find her fuzzy socks until she visit the manor next and find them on Damian and Stephanie’s feet. Tim’s jewelry is always around Cass’ neck. Damian is the only safe because no one can fit his stuff but he does get Duke and Tim’s clothes they’ve outgrown.

Cass will sometimes spend time with Alfred in the cave repairing the suits. She’s very good at sewing.

Selina is lactose intolerant, Bruce finds this hilarious.

Duke took dance classes sense he was eight. He can dance the waltz, break dance, ballet, jig, salsa, and a few others.

Bruce allowed Tim create the design of the newest bat tech.

Alfred enjoys his tea with sugar and crème, Damian of course likes sugar and lemon. They have weekly tea parties in the sunroom with Alfred the cat and Titus.

Dick has the most mixed playlist of songs. So, whether he’s on a steal out with Bruce, driving Damian to soccer practice, or even just cleaning his apartment by himself he’s got something for everyone.

Barbara loves Amy Winehouse, she plays her record several times a day in the Clocktower.

While on the subject of music, Tim can sing and it was very embarrassing when his family found out. Tim was in his room singing with his headphones on but his door was open and he didn’t realize how loud he was. Dick and Steph came across him singing. Stephanie record it and sent it to the group. Tim was embraced by his family for his beautiful voice and they wanted to hear more, but poor Tim wanted the world to swallow him whole. Jason can play guitar and Dick can’t sing well but he can also play guitar in addition to the bass.

Damian is able to find his family with little tech involved. The OG Titans came back to the tower after helping Donna with a mission and Robin was perched in their living room. He gave Wally a heart attack. Tim was having a game night with Conner,Bart, and Cassie and the scream Bart unleashed when they found Damian in the kitchen starring at the pizza boxes on the counter and questioned Tim on lack of a proper diet.

Clark has nearly broken the sound barrier twice over not being able to hear Bruce’s heartbeat. Luckily both times Bruce had to slow his heart rate to be near death to escape sticky situations and both were ended due to a worried Krypton.

“I wanted Red Claw to think I was dead, I had to slow my heart rate to throw her off.”

“AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO SAY THAT TO ME, I WAS IN AUSTRALIA?”

Speaking of the Man of Steel, when Dick was freshly Robin and before Clark married Lois, the Boy Wonder tried to set up his father and Clark on several blind dates. Once he canceled a date of Bruce’s and rescheduled a business dinner for Clark and the two ended up on a romantic balcony date in Metropolis. They were both shocked and a blushing mess. It got worse when the waiter address the “Happy Couple” has was instructed from the reservation that Dick set.

Robin got an ear full the next morning from Bruce but to Dick it was worth it and even Alfred may have pulled a string or two.

Another time Bruce couldn’t watch Dick and Alfred was visiting London for the next week and Bruce had to Wayne Enterprises Event. He asked Clark if he could watch Dick for the night and of course he offered.

Not even five minutes after he left did Dick turn to Clark,”So, your dating my Father?”

Clark was as red as his cape and he tried to explain to Dick they are just friends. “Whatever you say Clark, but just curious would you take his last name or will he take yours? Because honestly I don’t see why you can’t use both—“

Clark cover his face as the young bird continued to show his support for his favorite ship.

“Are you also gonna adopt me too now?”

“Okay, time to see what time your Father’s coming back.” He sighed.

[crazybiscuit]

Plot Twist

Pairing: Barbara Gordon x Reader Summary: Your plans to charm and comfort your girlfriend quickly fall apart much to your dismay… Warnings: Fluff but there are mild spoilers for The Babadook movie. Word Count: 740 Credits: @sweetmelodygraphics thank you for the divider! A/N: Let's pretend I'm not late by a few days… Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys and I will be using the storm as a reason to write up a few more fics!

“I would rather fight Condiment King than watch Scream again,” Barbara stated plainly, not looking up from her book. That was a bit of a harsh ranking in your opinion but the sentiment was understandable.

You let out a soft laugh, “Okay… Fair enough. How about The Babadook? I’ve never actually had the chance to watch it and I’ve heard it’s scary.”

Babs considered it for a moment as she set aside her novel, “I actually haven’t seen it either but I’ve been meaning to watch it.”

“Great,” you exclaimed, kissing her softly before standing up, “I’ll go grab us some snacks–”

She gave you a sweet grin and began setting up the movie as you left the living room. By the time you came back with a variety of candies, drinks  and fresh popcorn, you saw that she had pirated the movie much to your surprise.

“Quick question,” you began with an amused look, glancing at the redhead sitting on the couch as you set the snacks down on the coffee table next to her, “Didn’t Dick give you the password to his Max account? I mean, you might as well take advantage of the fact that you’re friends with billionaires.”

“And? I don’t like streaming services. Not secure enough,” Barb said jokingly, finally beginning the movie. 

Your expectations for the movie were not very high since you usually didn’t scare easily. You assumed this horror movie would’ve been the perfect excuse to cuddle up to your gorgeous girlfriend and comfort her, but you had clearly forgotten how unphased she was to the genre and underestimated the movie.

The first half hour had been rather uneventful as you both commented and joked about the movie but the fun quickly began to dwindle as you became hyper aware of the shadows in the dark living room.

“That book is really unsettling,” you stated, trying to focus on talking instead of the feeling of anxiety building in the pit of your stomach. Babs hummed as she sat next to you, leaning on the couch’s armrest.

“Am I crazy or is this child not acting in a relatively normal way for a neglected child..?” Babs said not at all disturbed by the movie, instead seemingly analyzing the characters behaviors.

“I don’t really care much about the kid’s behavior, the mom is starting to freak me out…,” you mumbled, “His magic tricks are sick though for a first grader.”

Barbara chuckled slightly at your comment, “Yeah, he is also pretty craftsy for a six year old.”

The red head glances at your expression and body language, finally noticing this movie was getting to you. She luckily didn’t feel the need to call you out or tease you, instead gently grabbing your hand to comfort you. You used this move as a sign to scoot closer to your girlfriend.

“Oh my God-,” you whispered anxiously as you watched the mother quickly began to spiral and lose control. You buried your face into Barbara’s hair, unable to keep focusing on the screen as the woman on screen picks up the knife while yelling at her son. Barb gave you a small apologetic smile as she ran her fingers up and down your arm. The movie went on and you could feel your anxiety rise with every second the camera panned to shadows or focused on wide shots.

You clutched the blanket closer to your frame as you tried cuddling up closer to Barbara, seeking a sense of security. Once the credits finally rolled around, you still clinged onto your poor girlfriend’s arm, lifting your head up slightly in embarrassment, “This isn’t how I envisioned tonight going…”

The woman next to you lifted her brow in curiosity as she glanced at you, “What exactly were you planning, Silly?”

You pouted in feign annoyances, cheeks hot from embarrassment as you lifted your head off her shoulder, “I thought I would be the one comforting you…”

She laughed, seeing your shy expression, “Well, maybe next time. I think you looked very cute clinging onto me.”

You let out a small huff, hiding your face in her hair once more. After a few seconds, you eventually mumbled something against her, “Do you think I could stay the night? I don’t think I’m going to sleep if I go home.”

She let out a loud laugh, eventually nodding as she softly kissed the top of your head, “Of course, Love.”

[variant-nightwing16]

When You Wake Up.

Jasmine wonders how she ended up here, laying Roy's bed and making wedding plans. just thinking about marrying Roy has her stomach in knots, and not the good kind.

she turned her head to look at her soon-to-be husband, little Lian sprawled over him, her cute little face scrunched up from Roy's snoring.

Jasmine turned again and stared at the picture on her nightstand, it was of her and Dixie at the zoo, the day everything changed between them, she still remembers the heartbroken look on her face when she and Roy announced they were together.

She sat up, something ugly forming in her chest when she thought of spending the rest of her life with him instead of Dixie, she threw the blankets off of her and stood up, her nightgown falling down her thighs.

"Jasmine? what are you doing?" she froze, before turning to see Roy was staring at her with unreadable expression. "I can't do it....I can't marry you, not when my heart belongs to someone else" she said, watching him slump in relief.

"I can't either, not when I love babs and Kory, their heartbroken looks still engraved in my mind" he said, smiling at her. Jasmine nodded and grabbed her jacket, slipping it on and running out the door, not caring to put her shoes on.

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Dixie woke up to loud banging, she got up and grabbed her knife Jasmine had gotten her long ago. Dixie made her way to the front door, opening it slowly and then jumping back in surprise.

Jasmine stood there, soaked to the bone from the rain and clinching onto her jacket. “Jas! What in the world are you doing in the rain?” Dixie asked, pulling the poor girl inside and dragging her to the bathroom.

She turned the hot water on and helped Jasmine take her jacket and nightgown off, throwing them in the hamper so she could dry them off later.

Jasmine sighed in relief as the hot water ran down her body, the shaking slowly stopped. Dixie frowned and hesitated before grabbing her arm gently, look up at her in worry. “Wanna tell me what happened Princess?”

A soft blush appeared on Jasmine’s cheeks but Dixie discarded it as embarrassment, she didn’t want to get her hopes up again. Jasmine didn’t answer, just bit her lip before grabbing her tank top and pulling her into a kiss.

Dixie immediately pulled away, horrified. “Jasmine?! What are you-“ she was interrupted by Jasmine grabbing her face, her large hand covering her mouth easily. that didn’t do anything to her, Dixie swears on everything it didn’t.

“Me and Roy couldn’t go through it, we don’t love each other like that and I don’t think we ever did” she says softly, her gorgeous eyes staring so intensely into her own. Jasmine moved her hand down to her throat and held it, bringing her back into a kiss, only this one was more intense, had more feelings in it.

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Jasmine smiled into Dixie’s hair, tightening her hold on her. They didn’t anything more than kiss and Jasmine was okay with that. She wanted Dixie properly and didn’t want to rush into things, they needed to talk in the morning and Jasmine couldn’t hold her excitement back enough.

Dixie snuggled into her chest, sleeping peacefully against her. Jasmine kissed the top of her head, letting sleep take over.

[liv0nerd101]

Favour

Pairing: Cassandra Cain x reader

Pronouns: She/They

Warnings: none

Word count - 0.9k

A/n: this sucks balls but there is like two good Cass fics on here so i had to write one. 

Cass pov

"Oh come on please!" Tim whined. "His dad won't let him come unless she goes," Tim had finally gotten a date with Conner only problem, Clark and Lois wouldn't leave their kid home alone for a weekend while they went on their anniversary. 

"No,”

"Please, this is like the only time he can come to Gotham for more than a day, Please Cass just this once,”

"Why not get Steph or Babs to hang out with her," I'm sure she was nice but I was not interested in hanging out with some random super who's name I didn't even know.

"Babs is in Bludhaven with Dick and Steph is helping Bruce with a case,”

"Jason?" literally anybody else.

"Really? He's Jason, who knows where he is," Tim said, rolling his eyes. "Just do it. Please,”

"Kate,”

"She’s with her Girlfriend, just please I'm begging you," He grabbed my shoulders and shook me, "I'll do anything," I couldn't stand his puppy eyes.

"Urg fine but you owe me big time," His eyes went wide and he hugged me. "Go call Kon," He grinned ear to ear and ran up the stairs to his room. I already knew I would hate every second of this inevitably awkward weekend.

Y/n pov

"NO!"

"Please just go, Cass agreed to hang with you,"

"No, Cassandra scares me and I don't want to be third wheeling you and Drake the whole time. Pick a different weekend," That was a lie. Not completely, Cass did scare me but it's not like she could fly. And I had never spent any time with her but I knew she was pretty, gorgeous even and knowing me, I was bound to get flustered and embarrass myself. I turned and started to walk away.

"Bitch," he muttered under his breath. Temper. One of my many faults. I turned around and used all my strength to punch him across the face. He brought his hand up to his jaw, which if he had been human would've been broken. He swung towards me. I ducked but tripped backward knocking mums favourite lamp over and we watched in slow motion as it shattered. We looked at each other before he screamed, "MOM!”

"I'll go if you don't tell mom," I panicked. Mom loved that lamp more than us. I'd never be aloud out again.

"What honey," She stepped into the room and just about passed out.

"Krypto knocked over the lamp," Mom wouldn't let the poor boy in to house for at least the next week now. Oh well, sorry Krypto. She stomped off and started screaming at the poor boy before storming back upstairs. "Better get packing sis," I simply rolled my eyes and did just that.

"Bye Mom, Bye Dad!" We yelled before taking off toward Gotham city. We landed on Bruce Wayne's door step before Conner knocked on the door.

Cass pov

Bang bang bang. They were here. Tim came rushing down the stairs and bolted to the door. He opened it up and hugged Conner. I looked behind him and saw someone. Must be them.

"Hey, I'm Cass," 

"Y/n" I just nodded. I knew nothing about this person and I could tell she didn't wanna be here either.

"Why don't you come set up in my room," She smiled and picked up her bags before following me inside. I helped her with all her stuff and we set up a mattress on my floor for her. "I'm guessing you didn't wanna be here?"

"Nope, Kon blackmailed me sort of,"

"Sort of?"

Tim pov

"I sorta feel bad for forcing them into this,"

"Same but it was the only way we could see each other,"

"True, wanna make sure they haven't murdered each other yet?"

"Couldn't hurt,"

Y/n pov

After me and Cass got to talking, she wasn't so scary. She was sweet. Just as pretty as she was in pictures, if not prettier. God her voice was perfect. I could listen to it all damn day. She was my dream girl. There was no one like her.

"Y/n?" I was snapped out of my daze and Cassandra looked at me, confused.

"Damn I knew it," I mumbled. I knew I would do something like this.

"Knew what?"

"That I would get flustered because your just so pretty and cool and now I just admitted that so it'll be even more akw-" She shut me up with her lips. After the shock of her kissing me passed, I kissed back and slide my hand up to the nape of her neck. She pulled back, only because we needed air and rested her forehead on mine.

"You tend to ramble you know," I just smiled. The door swung open and we jumped away from each other.

"Huh, good to know your both still living," Conner said with a laugh. Both of our faces were bright red. "What?"

"Since when did you start wearing lipstick Cass?"Tim questioned. Cassandra brought her thumb up to her lips and wiped off the makeup. The detective glanced at his sister, me, then her again. his confused look quickly turned into an ear to ear grin.

I gave him a look daring him to say something to Conner which shut him up before he could take another breathe.

"Y/n put some on me," She grinned at me.

"Let go babe, leave the girls alone," Conner said to his boyfriend, clearly oblivious to what was going on.

"Sure," After the boys left me and Cass looked at one another.

"Favourite movie?"

"Y/f/m,"

"Perfect," Cass said. She set up her tv and laid down in my lap. My hand went straight to her hair and we slowly drifted off to sleep.

[wadesprincessboy]

Folks i just went to build a bear and got a sound put in my emcee bear....oh dear lord the embarrassment....emcee bear was wearing hand made bondage and the sound i put in was willkommen....the look the poor BAB worker gave me 😭😭😭 im sorry....

They also saw me dressing up the frog i bought like this....

[circusofthelastdays]

Great! Now all I can think of is my poor rolan already master and such a big name and all that. Then he gets with someone who knows a GOOD BIT. And he's just STRUGGLING NOT MAKE A MESS OF HIMSELF. Sweet bab. So embarrassed with himself.

it's such a good concept, really.

I love in books or fanfic when the man is the virgin rather than it being the woman for once

[amenders93]

9 Weeks till Chicken Run 2

Last week's post showed us that when potential love interests get a first impression about one person, sometimes things happen later on that the first impression may be too good to be true. In this case, while during the flight training, Ginger starts to get a sinking feeling about Rocky; that he may not be as helpful as she thought he would be. After the Poultry Products truck delivered strange boxes into the barn and Mrs. Tweedy gave them an evil smile, Ginger starts to get a little worried - that whatever is in those boxes is for the chickens and it's not softer hay. After speaking with Mac about the poor progress of the chicken's flight training, she leaves for Fowler's hut to go talk to Rocky. For this week's post, we’re going to see our favorite determined hen show the cavalier playboy rooster that she is starting to mean business.

Let's pick up right after the brief conversation between Ginger and Fowler about their opinions of Rocky, we find our dashing rooster in one of the huts, joking around with a group of hens inside and having a specially made cocktail. After a good laugh from one joke, Bunty hits him hard enough that he ends up spraying out his drink on some of the hens. He's shocked to discover that he had mostly gotten Ginger wet, who had just came in from Fowler's hut. I bet that would be embarrassing. The rooster tries to cover for himself by acting serious to the group, telling them to remember the flying tips for the next day's lesson and keep thinking those "flighty thoughts".

The other hens are apparently buying it, but our spunky hen Ginger isn't. Even though Babs had dried her face off, she still gives Rocky a stern look. Our dashing rooster tries to act cool in the face of the hen's wrath; he compliments how swell the other hens are like with Babs knitting him a beak warmer and how Bunty really packs a punch. Even though he tries to play it cool, Rocky can't stand Ginger's glare at him anymore. He asks her if there is a problem; she asks him if they have yet flown over the fence. He answers not quite; she replies that there, in fact, is a problem. Rocky heads toward the hut's entrance and grabs a towel, all the while telling her that all good things come to those who wait. He also adds on the nickname "doll face" again, upsetting Ginger. She calls out her name angrily after him and follows him outside.

Our cavalier playboy rooster is now at a wash station outside another hut, throwing water on his face and cleaning himself up. While he plays around his comb almost like brushing it into a cool, suave hairstyle, Ginger walks up to him and asks him how it took him to fly. Rocky simply states that it's like apples and oranges, he's gifted and the hens aren't, and those two things cannot be compared; he also reminds her that these things take time. He also calls her "baby doll" along with it. Ginger is aware of that but she tells him that time is what they're rapidly running out of and they've been training at flying all week but they haven't even lifted off the ground yet.

But before Rocky can answer Ginger or at least give another snarky remark, Mac interrupts and says that she's been going over her calculations and they're missing one key element - thrust. Unfortunately, since she speaks in a thick Scottish accent, Rocky is not able to understand a single word she said. However, since Ginger has known Mac a lot longer than Rocky has, she is able to translate for her friend. She tells the rooster what the other hen said - that they need more thrust in order to try to lift off the ground. He, on the other hand, is still clueless about the concept even though the calculations were explained but still tries to make a point that he does.

Ginger isn't buying it though; she politely asks Mac if she and Rocky could have a little chat. Then she grabs the rooster by his bad wing and pulls him aside. Our determined hen is now running out of patience with their "only hope" since all the chickens are running out of time. Ginger tells Rocky that he has until the end of tomorrow to give her some results or otherwise their deal is off and he is on his own. She won't help him hide anymore, the farmers will find him and then it's back to the circus for him. I did tell you that our little firecracker of a hen is going to show this playboy she is getting serious.

Rocky, on the other hand, still tries to play it cool by meanly saying that she's the first chick he's ever met with the shell still on. I think this means that she's probably the only girl he's ever met that hasn't swooned all over him (some guys kind of find that alluring). Otherwise he could find her to be a little too serious. Ginger just continues to scowl at him; Rocky hands her the towel he had and tries a new tack, giving her a coy smile. He tells her to sleep tight and that he's on the case. He also calls her "angel face" and as he walks away, his tail feathers tap her on her beak. She angrily yells out her name again and throws the towel at his head. Rocky is now seeing this hen is really not buying into his charm like the others are, no matter how hard he tries. You'd think he'd find it at least a little bit attractive that she's being her true self while the others are all just a bunch of fangirls because he's handsome and has charm.

At this point, now we're seeing that Ginger is more determined than ever to help her fine feathered friends out of their prison, and with every good reason too. Time is running out and even with all the flight training they're receiving, the chickens are no closer to freedom than they were even before their instructor showed up. And even worse, she's now running out of patience with a certain rooster and gives him a good and proper warning. If Rocky doesn't show Ginger any flight results by the next day, she will no longer hide him from the Tweedys and he'll go back to the circus, which he definitely doesn't want. What she finds even more frustrating is that he keeps calling her derogatory names like doll face, angel face and baby doll; some women find that very unflattering. Will he give this little firecracker the results she's expecting? I guess we'll find out on next week's post.

Anyway this is my fourth weekly Rocky/Ginger moment post commemorating the upcoming sequel to Chicken Run. I hope you enjoyed this post. There will be 8 other posts about the first film coming up in the future as well as 2 monthly posts about the sequel. Waiting for this long-awaited sequel may not be easy but these posts are making it easier as the release date draws nearer.

[skekilla]

https://www.deviantart.com/skekilla/art/Runaway-Train-Act-III-Scene-3-936973369

“Sh… sh-sh… she’s dea—!”

Before Johnny could quite finish that horrible thought, he was slapped across the cheek by a wisp of Lillian’s pink force. From under her mask, she glared daggers out at him. He didn’t dare say a word after that look. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place now, and both had the look of death, though in very different ways. All he could do was force that knot of terror in his throat down and blink clear his poor eyes. He was still barely sure of what he was seeing, anyway. He’d seen plenty of dead, but… they never came back.

On receiving his silence, Lillian raised her chin in satisfaction before turning back around to the corpse thing, which was called BB apparently. “Babs, could you do me a favour?” she said, her voice saccharine once more.

BB let out an “ugh” which rivalled Lillian’s own in the way of exaggerated exasperation. Guess I can see why Lillian likes her so much. “What? If one of those funny trolleys is missing a wheel again, it’s cause I took it. You copy, bunny girl?”

“No no, it’s not that,” Lillian said, utterly unmoved by her obvious annoyance and apparent mischief. “I need your help fixing something. I’m sure you can do it fast!”

She rolled her dead eyes. “Fine,” she sighed. “Just as long as it won’t take long. I gotta skitty, I got things to do.”

“It’s not hard! Probably.” In the same fashion that she’d whirled over to BB, Lillian spun back away and over to Johnny and the others. He held his breath in fear as she drew close. “Don’t mention the dead thing!” she whisper-snapped at them all. “She doesn’t know and she shouldn’t have to. Besides, she’s not like… really dead. It’s soul stuff, it’s- basically, her soul held onto her body. It didn’t leave properly after she broke her neck or something. So just be quiet about it, okay?”

Everyone was either disturbed or in awe, as was coming to be the usual. Sally’s nose was wrinkled in disgust, but her eyes were as sharp as ever. Orla was keen and bright looking of course, though in this case, it seemed especially unusual to be. Curtis’ face was hard as stone, keeping back something or other. Ed grumbled something under his breath while Anne looked to be in wonder about this. No one was more in wonder, though, than Salem. They gasped, their mouth ridiculously wide. “COOL!! So she’s, like, a ZOMB—”

“SHHHH! God, did you not just hear me?” Lillian hissed, followed by a sigh. “Sort of, yes, if you want to put it that way.” Johnny shivered. Zombies… it was like something out of a cartoon. Then again, there’s been lots of other even more awful things… this whole place is like something out of Fleischer Studios’ Hell.

Speaking of that zombie, her voice suddenly spoke from just behind Lillian: “Uhhh, what’s everyone squeaking about? I got my stuff all ready. What do you want me for again, Lil?” It’d be lying to say that Johnny’s skin didn’t crawl at the way her terribly blunt gaze sort of loomed down on them all from over the reaper girl’s shoulder, even though she was about the same height as himself and therefore shorter than most of the others. He shivered just a little under those dead eyes.

“Well, it’s about time,” Sally suddenly said, going before Lillian could answer. Her arm reached under Johnny’s, her shoulder making a crutch. Before he knew it, she’d taken him over and set him down on one of the seats (one that was less torn up than the others). She motioned for BB to come near, which she did, looking kind of puzzled. “It’s Johnny’s leg you’ve got to fix. See here.” She drew the sleeve of his pant leg up just to the knee. Though his ears instinctively went a little red with embarrassment, the sight revealed was more grim than scandalous: laid bare was the mangled mechanism between the yellowed plates of the shin and the cup that surrounded the stump of the thigh, the flexible folding plastic covering the joint having been torn in the process of the destruction. BB visibly winced, which was ironic seeing as the state her own knees were in was not pristine. “Someone ripped his leg apart in a little scuffle,” Sally added rather sharply. “He can’t very well walk like this; would you fix it up?”

BB took a breath in through her teeth, a grimace pulling her purpled lips back. “Ooough, yeah, that looks pretty bad,” she said. “Yeah, I can do it. I like a challenge! It’ll be a challenge alright. It looks dinky as hell, too.”

“Oh… uh…” For a moment, Johnny was just at a loss. Polly had spent all they had on this prosthetic and the other two; they were the best things money could buy. She had given everything for these, for him, but now… no, no. He swallowed his grief. “It’s just an old prosthetic, that’s all.” His eyes found Sally’s as he spoke and an understanding passed between them.

BB didn’t catch the look. She just shrugged. “Ten-four, my man. I got it anyway.” Without warning, she kneeled down close to look. Johnny held his breath as her grey hand reached out to him, poking around at the broken joint. Her eyes, though they weren’t alive, were active, focused, and observant. It was sort of chilling. Certainly not like anything else Johnny had ever seen, anyway. “Yeah, okay. I can probably have this done easy if I get the right stuff. Stuff I can make into the right shapes, anyway,” she said after a moment.

“We’ll all go out to look, then,” Sally replied. “Right, everyone?”

Curtis didn’t waste any time in organizing; his sharp eye already flicked around from passenger to passenger, apparently filing them into task forces. If Johnny wasn’t mistaken, it was quite like the look the generals had. “Yes, certainly,” he said. “Ed and you kids can come with me. Sally, Orla, and… you” —he flicked his hand in the direction of BB— “can all go the other way down the train.”

“Wait, then that means I just get to stay here?” Lillian interrupted, her smile evident just in her voice. “Ha! Fine by me.”

“Do you really think we’d just leave Johnny alone with you?” Sally said. Now Sally was the one glaring over at Lillian, her dark gaze made even darker in its severity. “No, Johnny can come with us and you can just wait to bring us all back when we’re done. You apparently know your way through this place so well, after all; that’d be best, wouldn’t it? You’ll get to slack off and we’ll have no trouble keeping Johnny well.”

“No,” Johnny suddenly said, “I’ll be fine in the car. I’ve got it if things go wrong.” All eyes turned to him, more than a little shocked. The soft but sure way he spoke, how his brow was furrowed ever so slightly—it was… almost assertive. Confident, even. It was unlike any way Johnny had been since he got here, no, even since he’d gotten back from the war. Even then, maybe not. He knew, though, that he was right. It was something he could do, and they all had to know it too. “I can take care of myself, you know. I am the only one of us who’s actually killed one of those reapers anyway,” he added quietly.

Sally’s eyes found his, filled with worry. “Are you quite sure, Johnny?”

He gave a small nod but he meant it wholly. “Yes, as sure as I’ve ever been of myself.” The quiet that followed from everyone else made his spirit waver just a little. Still, even though some meekness came back to him, it still didn’t shake what he knew he could do. “B-besides, I’d probably just be making more trouble if I came along. It’s alright, I’ll be fine with Lillian.”

The singer’s shiny lips pursed and her penciled brows bent as she thought it over for a while. Johnny knew that Sally was used to doing things on her own, by and usually for herself—she’d said that much all the way back when they’d first met. Over the last while, though, she’d been doing all sorts of things to help all these people out, himself most of all. What was going through her mind now, when she had to leave that behind? What’d even made her give up some of that high, aloof charm of hers in the first place? Johnny could see some mighty debate going on in her eyes as she glanced down to have a word with herself. What quite was being said, though… now that was a mystery.

Suddenly, all at once, the conclusions of that case had been made and it was decided; Sally closed her eyes and sighed through her nose. Finally, she nodded her head. “Alright. Alright, Johnny,” she said. “But if she tries anything—”

“Oh, I’m not even allowed to anyway,” Lillian groaned.

“—anything, you shout and shoot and punch, you hear? You show that gal what tough stuff you’re made of,” Sally finished. Her hard smile met Johnny’s own soft one, a “you’re welcome” to his “thanks, friend.”

Curtis, who’d been stoic and silent as stone all the while, spoke up again. “Fine, then. We’ll go out tomorrow and, after a day of looking around, Lillian will come bring us all back here. Whatever we find, the pink one’ll have to make do with,” he said. The words, though spoken with the conviction you’d expect from Curtis, come out somewhat begrudgingly; it seemed he was just as cautious about leaving Johnny as Sally was, but similarly trying to let those worries go. Trying to trust, Johnny realized, where Sally’s trying to… I don’t know what.

“Square biz!” BB exclaimed (which Johnny didn’t really get the meaning of, but assumed it was good from her grin). “It’ll be sweet to get out. Just did some new mods on my skates—this’ll be the perfect test run.”

[inbabylontheywept]

@creamsoda-slut no, this was a thing on our team too. The 20k guy had a cast iron stomach and he loved hotdogs. I eat hotdogs as a like, a nostalgia thing, but he just truly genuinely loved them. So some runs, he'd duck into a gas station and buy some. Pair it with the fact that this guy also had a major league pot belly, and it was a sort of accidental psychological warfare tactic. I'd be running along, panting, sweating, dying of heastroke by the AZ canals, and then Mr. 20k would blitz past, potbelly jutting 3 inches past his nose, a greasy gas station hotdog in both hands, and then he'd yell HEY BABS YER DOINGF FERFIFIC and I'd realize in the kind of sluggish way you realize everything when it's over 100 degrees that he had a third hotdog in his mouth and wasn't even out of breath. And then he'd slap my ass and chortle through his hotdog in this sort of huffy HEUHEUHEUHEUHEU and just rocket over the horizon. It was incredible. Like running with Dionysus.

Another time, we had a girl who wore a tankini on a run to the pool. Some of the other girls were Scandalized, so the coach made a thing about it and she was super embarrassed to be called out and then for the next pool run he showed up in a yellow speedo, gave himself a wedgie up to his nips and just slow jogged in front of the complainers the whole way to the pool. There was nothing they could do. If they tried to go fast, he could just pick up speed indefinitely, he was impossibly fast, and if they went slow, he, he had no issue just taking a mozy with his buns out.

Nobody complained about the tankini after that.

At another race, him and a few other varsity were having a contest to see who could pee up a tree the highest. He won when he ran up to the tree, still pissing, and did a sort of half-backflip that resulted in him falling straight on his head while also whipping piss like 12 feet up the tree. Everyone cheered him on so fucking hard, and he was ecstatic, I distinctly remember doing one of thus chest bump things with him and getting pushed back like 8 feet, but immediately afterwards he had his race and he kept getting lost because it turned out that the whole landing directly on his head thing gave him a concussion. And despite going on like, 3 wrong turns, he still won that race.

I was never friends with him personally, I just kind of watched him in awe from a distance. An incredible human being. One of my favorite people of all time. Only flaw that he had is that he casually would tell new guys to join him for workouts, and then the rest of us poor saps who had actually tried it once would go over and have to tell the new guy to Actually Please Don't Do That.

I used to do cross country in high school, and there was this guy on the team that was wonderful. Great guy. But his advice to everyone that asked how to get good was to run 20k a day.

If you don't run, I'll just tell you, most people's bodies cannot take that kind of abuse. No matter how much you train, you will not be able to run 20k a day. It's like how you can't train to make your cuts heal faster. You recover as fast as you recover. So while a big part of what made this guy so succesful was the dedication and mental toughness needed to actually run 20k a day, an equally big part was that he healed like fucking Wolverine. And that's fine, but it would've been nice if he knew that and stopped telling new guys to commit suicide by jogging.

Different guy on the team ran like, 5-6k a day, which actually isn't all that much. His problem when he gave advice was that he didn't really get that 5-6k a day doesn't generally produce elite results for most people. He was lucky in the sense that he didn't have to work all that hard to get great results, and unlucky in the sense that if he pushed himself much further than that, he fell apart.

I think about those two whenever I get advice from succesful people. The very things that make them outliers also make their advice useless to most people. Worse, they're often outliers on totally separate ends of the same spectrum, so their advice will be contradictory.

[dhampir-omu-rot]

okay but movie canon bal (not the streamer au) would be a bedwetter after the events of the movie

he wakes up in wet sheets literally like every night and he’s so embarrassed about it

Yessssss poor bab

he’s got trauma

Also reminding me to give this boy some sort of trauma

[magicalgirllove92]

You know, the 11th season of My Big Fat Fabulous Life is almost here on the day after Labor Day and there's a new trailer.... Things will get heartbreaking and extremely ugly. My first thought of this trailer as Glenn Thore says goodbye his late wife Babs who passed away in December of last year but filmed a damn funeral for tacky reality TV show... That's disgusting, embarrassing, disrespectful, emotionless and super gross, I mean, come on. Funerals are for private used only just like my grandma's celebration of life when I went to Mexico for anniversary prayers to support my mom and also she's more mature than Shit Whit Thore, no livestream or shitty untalented reality TV show. Although they've should used filming butterflies or doves as of sign of Christian or Catholic human went to heaven but the goddamn casket. That's fucking gross and emotionless creepy. Even Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3 and 5-part John Aniston tribute episodes on Days of Our Lives is much better emotional than disgusting 11th season premiere of Warner Bros Discovery's worst show that has bad influence towards girls. Girls who was born in the late 80s and early 90s used to be huge fans of Whitney Thore but after that, they'll better off with their childhood heroines The Powerpuff Girls, Totally Spies or even Disney's action comedy Kim Possible, so was pop stars like Beyonce, Janet Jackson, Selena and Taylor Swift. The Thore kids decided to make her heartbreaking dad cheer up, an pick-me-boot adventure call bucket list. Just like the 2007 movie starring Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson various stuff from skydiving to tattoo which was wholesome. But from wholesome to trashy soap crap when Glenn is visiting a woman who is a daughter of Vietnamese woman he fall in love out of wedlock and. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ She's was the half-sister of Whitney and Hunter! Reddit users are having a field day to continue mocking her hugest fat ass until the show is over for good. My eyes are roll for this toxic cringe. 🙄 Shitney is bullying her faked friend who is 29 drinking his morning coffee. Glenn's bucket list when his kids and Shitney's friends are having a whirlwind trip to Switzerland and... I'm laughing at the cringeful moments possible because the trailer ends with dramatic music. 🤣🤣🤣 Poor little Whitney suffered an health issues all because of her obese bullshit (My message to her: don't blame PCOS) and the fucking helicopter fit for prissy narcissistic princess arrives at the nick of time as she went to Switzerland hospital. What the fuck!!! I thought the early seasons were decent but later.... drama bullshit about me me me and even toxic nonhealthly feminists are praised Whitney Thore while normal healthy feminists are scolded her (used to be fans of Whitney Thore but they've rage quit). After the trailer was online Whitney post it on Instagram either I'm laughing cringe or petty or felt bad but either way, I'm about to find out why. The answer is petty. Whitney's haters don't hate Glenn and Hunter, they hate her. Glenn answers it which was inaccurate. His late wife is an reality TV star while Princess Diana and Queen Elizabeth II is historical figures, he cannot compare famous figures to the hypocritical unlovable fatso's lovable mom. I'm afraid that the 11th season of My Big Fat Fabulous Life will be doomed to failure because it's on its last legs and used fans of Whitney Thore are done with her.

[baekhvuns]

Omg, sorry Baek I forgot to reply!

Idk what's going on in Munich, I used to visit the city a lot and even went on a student's exchange, but didn't notice anything unusual 🤔 sus, maybe it's in the water. RM vs Liverpool was boring from what I've seen, but at least Madrid won, as usual thanks to Benzema

Ahhh I knew you'd mention VAR lmao. But FUCK VAR ACTUALLY https://en.as.com/soccer/how-many-points-have-real-madrid-and-barcelona-won-or-lost-due-to-var-n/ not so fast Baek, you're not bringing us down woth you. Why is Barca's management such a mess, fraud and poor too??? 😭

Can't expect too much from a guy called Kyle 🔫 embarrassing and pathetic behaviour

Right, Indian food is full of plant based dishes, it's one of my favourite cuisines. Western veganism to me is white fitness people going vegan for health reasons and eating food with no flavour. I actually have a friend who's sensitive to flavours, so she eats pretty bland food, but most vegans don't care about health that much jjshshkakwjsjsjw so we just eat junk, but vegan. If you serve me a simple raw salad I might cry. I don't think I have a fave dish, but I'd say vegan burgers are on another level. Years ago they were just dry bean or chickpea patties with some veggies, no flavour, no texture. Nowadays even meat eaters love them. I also love vegan noodles, be it ramen, pho, pad thai, whatever. If you're a cook or a chef and you're scared of making plant based food idk what to tell you 💀

I recently went to these two places I've never been to https://www.happycow.net/reviews/camouflage-seoul-272416

https://www.happycow.net/reviews/bab-full-ggot-seoul-204380

And one vegan cafe/restaurant called My Sweet Kitten or something like that 😭❤

SM might be free from Hybe, but they need to get their shit together https://twitter.com/allkpop/status/1635527942045331459?t=Vd3fzxk1qrcfuyjGn6MeLA&s=19 🔫 they just won't stop. LSM needs to be banned from life 🔪 And this https://twitter.com/girlinreallifee/status/1636035944171069444?t=nxKYNLJ13X91O2FIPaXUeA&s=19 too fucking funny. When a guy asks a girl out and she rejects him, so he calls her ugly or says it was a bet anyway 🤡

Oh you don't eat raw tomatoes? Literally every European country does that. I'm not a big fan of eating them like strawberries, but Balkans, Slavs, Italians, Spaniards - we all eat raw tomatoes with salt and pepper (and some additional herbs) quite often. Sugar... I can't approve of. Apparently San - another veggie hater taught Hwa this tomato trick

So some Ktiny tweeted screenshots of a fabricated message saying they were sued by KQ for sexual harassment and everyone was like??? Lots of people weren't sure if it was real or not. Then another user tweeted "I-fans don't worry it's a joke between friends, very popular in Korea 😄" bitch?!!?!??!

As much as I wanna see Ateez, I'm just used to missing their concerts at this point. My friend and I came to the same conclusion - it's been years since we last came to Japan and Korea. Tbh I'm tired of Ateez on tour (aka going to the same places every few months, attending KCON - I'm happy they get invited, but ffs calm down). I'd rather if they gave us some interesting content. I know they love performing, but it's too fucking much, such a money grab and it's definitely not good for their health. They don't need to be MIA for months, but I just wanna miss them y'know? The amount of content and schedules is overwhelming. Quality over quantity pls! And they can still do things that would benefit them as a group and individually.

AOS p1>>>AOS p2 is a common opinion in my circle so I thought it was a popular one. I think some people liked s2 more because it was simpler and bigger on romance and cute moments. I haven't seen p1 of The Glory, I have it on my list, but I just haven't been in the mood for it. I finished s4 of YOU though and WTF 😭

This is sending me into oblivion they're too cute and funny https://www.koreaboo.com/news/fans-matchmaker-exo-kai-sf9-yoo-taeyang-bubble-rover-viral-instagram/ literal 15 year old school boys. Btw Kai https://twitter.com/1117FOLDER/status/1635461639481839617?t=2KIZV3VrhBXc5IzlYDaF8Q&s=19

My cats when they get the zoomies and act silly goofy https://twitter.com/sansangbear/status/1635642904914845700?t=QXN7XP-0u1vY-KWLZZcfbg&s=19

Uhmmm okay https://twitter.com/Kpopmap/status/1635117596780511233?t=8up6MouMUAR1Dk-2s_wERA&s=19

Can't stop staring Baeksy https://twitter.com/pseonghwapics/status/1635212406245982212?t=2e-xLBDInzZMMl9B348zRQ&s=19 and wow https://twitter.com/hehetsohvi/status/1636051216932257797?t=n8jDLABWyud-oEDgacoDcw&s=19 the complexion, the side profile (nose), the STARE

MOOOOOOOOODEEEEEEEL I NEED HIS COAT https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1636512302957469701?t=xMioCJMB0HsoLnLgqilVEw&s=19

I've been laughing at this for a while WHY DOES THE VIDEO FIT SO WELL it's kinda a niche joke but when you get it 😭 https://twitter.com/youngluvdotcom/status/1635059301785157632?t=JvNWTGu-wTcduSKdEcEFcw&s=19 - DV 💖

hi hello!!

Omg, sorry Baek I forgot to reply! //// Idk what's going on in Munich, I used to visit the city a lot and even went on a student's exchange, but didn't notice anything unusual 🤔 sus, maybe it's in the water. RM vs Liverpool was boring from what I've seen, but at least Madrid won, as usual thanks to Benzema

no worries! have fun on ur trip!! i don’t want u to worry about responding 😭😭 OOOOOO EXCHANGE IN MUNICH??? anon seriously what a cool lifestyle u lived 🤚🏻 maybe u didn’t nOTICE BC UR A WATER HATING PERSON AND DIDN’T TRY THE WATER 🔫🔫🔫 it really was boring! thought they’d keep a 0-0 but benz came in clutch,, for el classico i have no idea what they’ll do, but all i know is the messi back @ barca rumours are FUELLING me

arsenal…is everything ok there anon 😶 and 😭😭

Ahhh I knew you'd mention VAR lmao. But FUCK VAR ACTUALLY https://en.as.com/soccer/how-many-points-have-real-madrid-and-barcelona-won-or-lost-due-to-var-n/ not so fast Baek, you're not bringing us down woth you. Why is Barca's management such a mess, fraud and poor too??? 😭 //// Can't expect too much from a guy called Kyle 🔫 embarrassing and pathetic behaviour

LMFAOOOO NOW NOW NOW DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THOSE UCLS "WINS" AND THE WINNING LA LIGA BY 3PTS U MADRIDISTA 🔫🔫🔫 leaked reports are out and i guess they are innocent as of now,, tho that perez is sussy TEBAS IS A MADRIDISTA FBWNDHSJ as a president idk how this man been ruining la liga and now since they don’t have money he’s trying to butter up to messi to come back,, no literally all kyle’s are like that, bro just fed into the stereotype even more

now 👁 no wonder casemiro never got a straight red in la liga but in pm jdfksjhslhfhkjawf

Right, Indian food is full of plant based dishes, it's one of my favourite cuisines. Western veganism to me is white fitness people going vegan for health reasons and eating food with no flavour. I actually have a friend who's sensitive to flavours, so she eats pretty bland food, but most vegans don't care about health that much jjshshkakwjsjsjw so we just eat junk, but vegan. If you serve me a simple raw salad I might cry. I don't think I have a fave dish, but I'd say vegan burgers are on another level. Years ago they were just dry bean or chickpea patties with some veggies, no flavour, no texture. Nowadays even meat eaters love them. I also love vegan noodles, be it ramen, pho, pad thai, whatever. If you're a cook or a chef and you're scared of making plant based food idk what to tell you 💀

indian food may visually not be appealing but the food hits, always hits 😭😭😭 hUHHHH THATS INTERESTING i think many americans go vegan and think there’s like no flavour or only specially use salt and pepper when there seems to be so many varieties in it! fast food restaurants should ngl cater to vegetarians & vegans, not only will it give them more money but at least we’d have something to eat 😭😭 VEGAN BURGERS YOU ARE SO CORRECT ON THAT !!!!! here, most (literally probably three) restaurants use soya as a substitute and it ngl it tastes better than meat, to the point even meat eaters enjoy it,, question! have u tried the indian manchurian? since ppl mostly eat the chinese one, i tbh find that one bland 🔫 no bc how hard is it to make something plant based food, u can literally not even use plant for it,, u got flour, potatoes, rice, spice?? how much more u want 😭😭

I recently went to these two places I've never been to https://www.happycow.net/reviews/camouflage-seoul-272416  //// https://www.happycow.net/reviews/bab-full-ggot-seoul-204380 /// And one vegan cafe/restaurant called My Sweet Kitten or something like that 😭❤

omg anon thank u for introducing this app to me i need it so bad for travelling im in debt if u bfnshdn THE FIRST PLACE IT LOOKS SO DELICIOUSO AND THE SECOND WITH THAT TOFU THING??? it’s 1 am and i am salivating

SM might be free from Hybe, but they need to get their shit together https://twitter.com/allkpop/status/1635527942045331459?t=Vd3fzxk1qrcfuyjGn6MeLA&s=19 🔫 they just won't stop. LSM needs to be banned from life 🔪 And this https://twitter.com/girlinreallifee/status/1636035944171069444?t=nxKYNLJ13X91O2FIPaXUeA&s=19 too fucking funny. When a guy asks a girl out and she rejects him, so he calls her ugly or says it was a bet anyway 🤡

more money for sm 😭😭😭 but that fee’s for ONE TERM is MAD! RIDICULOUSLY MAD! i wonder if they’ll have diff rates for international students,,, LMFAOOO THAT IS SO FUNNY AS IF THEY WERENT BEGGING TO SM / FANS TO JOIN THEM 😭😭😭 sTOPPPPP U EXPLAINED IT SO PERFECTLY GET OUT SHDJWJDKWHDK

Oh you don't eat raw tomatoes? Literally every European country does that. I'm not a big fan of eating them like strawberries, but Balkans, Slavs, Italians, Spaniards - we all eat raw tomatoes with salt and pepper (and some additional herbs) quite often. Sugar… I can't approve of. Apparently San - another veggie hater taught Hwa this tomato trick

see i don’t bc tomatoes taste like wet bitter cucumber to me but everyone does so here! like cut them up and put salt or pepper on them! BUT MY SHOCK IS LIKE HE EATS LIKE A FULL, RAW, UNCUT TOMATO?? LIKE JUST BITES INTO IT???? sugar and tomato, seonghwa what 😭😭 i realized that there’s quite a lot of similarities between all the ones u mentioned above w indians it’s kinda crazy, but then again a lot of them had colonized/owned a part of it (looking at portugal 🔫) id be interested to know if ur’s also entangles w india somehow, would be eye opening <3 SAN TAUGHT HIM THAT????? i wish u could see my face reading that

So some Ktiny tweeted screenshots of a fabricated message saying they were sued by KQ for sexual harassment and everyone was like??? Lots of people weren't sure if it was real or not. Then another user tweeted "I-fans don't worry it's a joke between friends, very popular in Korea 😄" bitch?!!?!??!

the level ppl drop to... the bar is on the floor yALL JOKE ABT THIS???? no wonder many turn a blind eye to sa literally happening on their street,, damnn that is crazy,, no but rly what the hell

As much as I wanna see Ateez, I'm just used to missing their concerts at this point. My friend and I came to the same conclusion - it's been years since we last came to Japan and Korea. Tbh I'm tired of Ateez on tour (aka going to the same places every few months, attending KCON - I'm happy they get invited, but ffs calm down). I'd rather if they gave us some interesting content. I know they love performing, but it's too fucking much, such a money grab and it's definitely not good for their health. They don't need to be MIA for months, but I just wanna miss them y'know? The amount of content and schedules is overwhelming. Quality over quantity pls! And they can still do things that would benefit them as a group and individually.

u guys did it right! they’ll have so many more concerts with the way they are going so i guess u technically won’t be missing anything fbfbfb everything u said 1000% want to miss them!!! let us have some non-concert vlogs OR NO CONCERTS FOR A WHILE PLS, let us see the daily life vlogs or vacationing in a diff country for testing! it really is overwhelming every time i go on twt they’ve done/filmed or are about to do something 😭😭 REST, GIVE US REST TOO

AOS p1>>>AOS p2 is a common opinion in my circle so I thought it was a popular one. I think some people liked s2 more because it was simpler and bigger on romance and cute moments. I haven't seen p1 of The Glory, I have it on my list, but I just haven't been in the mood for it. I finished s4 of YOU though and WTF 😭

so many ppl i know are saying the s2 is >>> than s1 and they are wrong, disrespectfully. YOU HAVE TO!!!!!! WATCH IT!!!! SERIOUSLY tho same with aos, glory’s s1 is >>>> FHAKDHSK HOW WAS YOU! 😭😭

This is sending me into oblivion they're too cute and funny https://www.koreaboo.com/news/fans-matchmaker-exo-kai-sf9-yoo-taeyang-bubble-rover-viral-instagram/ literal 15 year old school boys. Btw Kai https://twitter.com/1117FOLDER/status/1635461639481839617?t=2KIZV3VrhBXc5IzlYDaF8Q&s=19

NO BC HE WAS GIGGLING LIKE A 12YO 😭😭😭 and now every idol is reacting out to him and he goes to respond to them and then goes on bubble and says that “i died a little after that conversation hahaha!” taeyang is so funny fhbjsbdf STOPPP ALL THE ROVER EDITS ARE SO CRAZY FBWKDHWK AND U JUST HAD TO SEND THIS ONE 😭😭😭 ooooo ur thoughts on the rover album?and the recent jimin release?

My cats when they get the zoomies and act silly goofy https://twitter.com/sansangbear/status/1635642904914845700?t=QXN7XP-0u1vY-KWLZZcfbg&s=19 //// Uhmmm okay https://twitter.com/Kpopmap/status/1635117596780511233?t=8up6MouMUAR1Dk-2s_wERA&s=19

are u sure he’s not ur cat, im thinking it’s the tiny one of urs 🧍🏻‍♀️ YEAH KIM KAI LET ME- oh i didn’t even see seonghwa, my jaw did a lil drop...

Can't stop staring Baeksy https://twitter.com/pseonghwapics/status/1635212406245982212?t=2e-xLBDInzZMMl9B348zRQ&s=19 and wow https://twitter.com/hehetsohvi/status/1636051216932257797?t=n8jDLABWyud-oEDgacoDcw&s=19 the complexion, the side profile (nose), the STARE

anon we’re not getting ambassadorship but WE ARE BEING FED! the melanin and pose, the simplicity 🤌🏻✨✨ the (nose) is so sharp, looks comfy 🫡  

MOOOOOOOOODEEEEEEEL I NEED HIS COAT https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1636512302957469701?t=xMioCJMB0HsoLnLgqilVEw&s=19

ANON ISNT THIS THAT TRENCH COAT WHERE THE PERSON WEARING IT FLASHES PPL IN PUBLIC FJSMFJKAJCJCJCK

I've been laughing at this for a while WHY DOES THE VIDEO FIT SO WELL it's kinda a niche joke but when you get it 😭 https://twitter.com/youngluvdotcom/status/1635059301785157632?t=JvNWTGu-wTcduSKdEcEFcw&s=19 - DV 💖

NOT THE NEW JEANS GAG FBWNFJAKFJWK 😭😭😭😭😭😭 HELP WHEN I GOT IT THE WAY I WHEEZED FBNFBJ

now.

we need this as a drama actually

[idontknowreallywhy]

Ok I couldn’t resist… forgive me for shoehorning it into my own AU 🤣

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Soooo… someone brought in a load of new magazines for the staff room today… there was the usual trashy celebrity stuff. You know the type… People, OK, Great Housekeeping…

Vogue…

Why do I have a sudden sense of dread?

I don’t tend to bother with them but I’d done all my marking and was bored so thought I’d have a little shuffle through…

Please no.

Imagine my surprise…

No. I don’t want to. Please don’t make me imagine. Erase whatever you saw from your mind immediately!

… When I saw a familiar face? On the front cover, no less!

::Scott-shaped hole in the door::

I didn’t know you wore glasses?

The number you have messaged has not been recognised…

Awww, Poor Little Billionaire of the Year 🥹 you’re weirdly endearing when you’re embarrassed.

… weirdly endearing in a good way? 😁

It was Penny’s fault. She made me. I tried to buy all the copies and burn them but some clearly escaped.

Goodness so this is a Rare surviving copy? I’d best keep it extra safe!

You’re very unkind to me, you know that?

PLB has a hard life 🥹

That is not going to become a Thing!!

Babs is very excited by the way. She wanted me to let you know she’s very much available if you ever need a plus one…

Babs is very kind… unfortunately as I’m never going out in public again, I wont be able to take her up on the offer.

Something came out in the media. Scott hated it. Virgil bought the magazine anyway😂. Scott looks like Clark Kent in the cover design. the things my cousin creates🤣.