#(and then getting a baseball bat)

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2

snippet 21: Danny is Bruce Wayne's Clone and--

Star, with the rest of the A-List girls: alright ladies! it's time for our quarterly 'cutest boys' list! Now I'll get straight to the point, in our number one spot is--

All girls, in unison: Danny Fenton

Star, writing it down on a whiteboard: and for our number two spot--

---------- Snippet 22: clone meet clone

Ellie, dramatically: Danny!

Danny, equally dramatic: Ellie!

Ellie, pushing past him and looking around: where is he! i wanna see the little guy!

Damian, with a sword, brandishing it dangerously: *in arabic* don't come any closer, stay back!

Danny, wrapping an arm around Ellie's waist and pulling her back: woah, woah - he's still adjusting to everything

Danny, turning towards Damian with his google translate open: [please don't stab her. this is Ellie my clone.]

Damian, lowering his sword in disbelief: 'there's MORE of you?

-------------- Snippet 23: Ellie has the same epiphany as Danny

Ellie:...hey Danny

Danny, pouring over his arabic book: hm

Ellie: since I'm your clone, and you're a clone of Bruce Wayne, and Damian is a clone of Damian Wayne, does that technically mean I'm his mom - uh. dad-mom?

Danny:

Ellie:...its a fair question

Danny: .....*deep sigh* you're his cousin until further notice.

------------ Snippet 24: wait for me ii (hadestown, live vers.)

(i'm not sure of the context, but i've been thinking of Danny saying this to Damian during a serious moment for days. the snippet title is the song that the dialogue below is from)

Danny, fixing up Damian's wraith suit: the meanest dog you'll ever meet

Danny, zipping up damian's jacket: it ain't the hound dog in the street. he bares some teeth and tears some skin, but brother,

Danny, adjusting Damian's gloves, pausing to look him in the eye: that's the worst of him.

Danny, he holds a finger up to Damian's eyes and points it at him: the dog you really got to dread, is the one that howls inside your head

Danny, grabbing damian's mask and smoothing it over his eyes: it's him whose howling drives men mad, and a mind to its undoing

------------ Snippet 25: Danny is Bruce Wayne's clone-- (Battinson Vers*)

Ember, in the middle of a fight with Phantom + Wraith:

Ember, knocks off Phantom's mask for the first time: lets see what ugly mug you're really hiding under there, Phantom--

Phantom: *the wettest, most pathetic looking pretty boy on the planet*

Ember:

Phantom, dryly: what, did your mic die out or something? all that caterwauling finally make you lose your voice

Wraith, unsheathing his sword: *vibrating with baby brother rage bc he knows EXACTLy why Ember is silent*

----------- Snippet 26: Damian is finally starting to play nice :)

Dany: hey... guys.... whatcha doing

Damian, hanging out with Sam: Me and Manson are plotting ways to crush the Mayor's plan to cut budget funding for the city parks and cut down the native trees

Danny: oh, i see.... is this safe?

Sam: probably

Danny: hm.

------------- Snippet 27: digging up cold case

Danny: ....if Damian is out with Sam tonight with their plot against the mayor....

Danny, turning towards his desk: then that means I can work some more on Mrs. Witherbury's murder case that she asked me to solve without Dames guilt-tripping me into bed :)

Danny, settling down at his desk with a thermos full of coffee: i'm glad sam and damian are finally getting along

--------- Snippet 28: sparring

Damian, frowning: your reflexes are incredible but your combat is downright awful, brother. it's truly a miracle i didn't skewer you upon our first meeting

Danny, got his ass kicked by his 7yo brother: *groaning in pain* not everyone has super secret assassin training, Damian. And I don't really have time to actually practice anything.

Damian: Mrs. Fenton knows martial arts and her form is proficient enough, I'm sure she would be delighted to teach you if you asked. I will join since I need to keep my skills sharp and my training was unfinished when I arrived here.

-------- Snippet 29: daytime surprise

Phantom, fighting Skulker in broad daylight: *under his breath* at least Lancer's english test will get canceled for this...

Phantom, dodging a blast from Skulker: *in ASL, furious* don't you have anything better to do, you fuck!?

Skulker: foolish ghost child, speak! I know you're capable of it - speak before you lose the ability to

Phantom: *flips him off instead*

Wraith, sending back a ecto-blast with his sword: please pay attention, phantom

Phantom, doubletaking: *in a hissed whisper* what are you doing here!? it's a school day, you should be at school!

Wraith: Tt. If the boot fits.

------------ Snippet 30: guilt

Danny with his head on his desk, his elbows propped up as he massages his hands: hn

Damian, lurking to the side with a guilty look on his face:

Damian: can i....

Danny, silently holding his hand out to Damian: hrm

Damian, immediately taking it and doing the massages + finger exercises: ...im sorry

Danny: hm... I forgive you

[emoreooo]

it means everything yuri edition

[hood-ex]

You ever think about the fact that Dick essentially gifted Damian a stick twice lmao. First was Bruce's sword hilt and the second was the trapeze bar from the Flying Grayson's act.

Grayson #12

Robin #5

[fizzytoo]

after party !!!!! 💥💥💥

[astros-arts-inthestars]

Kelbrey Day 2: Memories!

"Aww... Cute little Aubrey with her little pink bow! I remember her just like it was yesterday..."

Have I mentioned that this is my favorite Kelbrey dialogue? Because this is my favorite Kelbrey dialogue. (Has said it multiple times)

They're so silly I love them. Kel reminiscing and also calling Aubrey cute IS a little sus /silly I get what he means but like.... you're a little sus buddy 🧡 Also your responses do NOT help Kel my boy you are not beating the girlliker allegations

@kelbreyweek2024 HEY GUYSSS

[austinslounge]

Austin as Hank Thompson on the set of "Caught Stealing" in NYC ⚾️

[nhaneh]

So, Pictomancer huh

[luckynumberthreed]

Merry (not) Christmas ya filthy animals

[thegoodmorningman]

'Round here, we all better be having a Good One this and each day.

[xoxo-fm]

‼️MIMIC SWEEP‼️

[patolemus]

Stiles sits in the front row at the funeral.

He’s next to Mellisa, who hasn’t been able to stop crying since she got the news. Stiles’ dad had organized the whole thing, talking with the funerary home and picking up the coffin and the arrangements. He’d only asked Melissa what she wanted on the headstone.

Raphael had showed up the day after. For the first time in his life, he’d looked a mess, hair everywhere and clothes wrinkled as he stormed into the house asking what had happened to his son, tears already gathering in his eyes before he even got a look at Melissa’s face. Stiles hadn’t made fun of him. Stiles hadn’t said anything at all. Raphael sits on Melissa’s other side now, and she grips his hand tight enough it turns white. He hasn’t been back for five years.

God, Scott hadn’t seen his had for five years, and now he’s dead. Scott’s dead.

Stiles thinks it still hasn’t sunk in. He’s in the middle of his best friend’s funeral - it’s closed casket because his body was so mangled up that the EMPs could barely recognize him. Stiles had heard his dad on the phone with one of his deputies talking about it, before he’d realized just whose body they were talking about - and it still hasn’t clicked that Scott won’t be coming out of his casket, that this isn’t some kind of sick practical joke for getting him out of bed the night before school started.

Stiles is not crying. He hasn’t cried once since hearing the news. His dad is crying, sitting on his other side. Scott’s like a second son to him.

Was. Scott was like a second son to him. Was because he’s gone now. Because he’s dead.

Scott’s dead.

His best friend since preschool is dead. His brother is dead. The kindest, most caring person in the world is dead. Stiles goaded him into going to the preserve to look for half a dead body - and God, he’s such an asshole. A dead body? What was he even thinking? - and now Scott doesn’t even get to show his face at his own funeral because whatever killed him barely left any of him to bury.

If only he’d stayed. If only he’d told his dad Scott was with him that night instead of leaving him there. But no, Stiles hadn’t wanted Scott to get grounded because he dragged him out of bed, so he’d kept quiet. Even when he’d seen the pair of red eyes and that— that thing in the corner of his eye. Stiles hadn’t said anything. He thought they’d laugh about it at lunch the next day.

Now Scott’s dead.

Scott is dead.

And Stiles knows exactly what did it.

(He’s going to fucking kill it.)

[gunsatthaphan]

HELP 💀💀💀

[emoreooo]

i think this counts as character development

[a-lil-strawberry]

Please pray for my safety. In this new apartment I've felt safe, until yesterday and this morning. Yesterday I was folding clothes in my room with the window open and a guy walked past my window and stared in at me, then after he walked past, he turned around and walked past again immediately to keep staring at me. Just now I went to my friend's house to get a futon from her, and when we got back that same guy was waiting at my door. Thank God my friend and her boyfriend were with me. He left as soon as he saw them with me. I have to leave again at some point today and I'm worried about him being there again when I get home. If he is I'll just legit call the police I think

[ksodirty]

[ultimatesomething-1191]

[It didn’t take long for something to happen. Nothing ever goes Komaeda Nagito’s way.

A sharp intake of air reached their lungs as their eyes shot open. Their breathing remained heavy and uneven, clearly having been the same while they were awake. It takes Komaeda a moment to even process that it was a nightmare, and it had to be one of the worst nightmares thus far.

Of course he couldn’t stay lucky for long.

Komaeda situates themselves upright, hands clasped over their mouth to try and stop his shortness of breath waking up Hinata. They visibly shook, hands only managing to stay still from how tightly they were over his face as tears threatened to fall.

Of course, he wasn’t going to let them fall. Komaeda was not someone who cried easily, and although tears formed, he simply wouldn’t let them win.]

(That- that had to have been the worst one so far. That was- it’s-)

(…)

(I feel sick.)

@komaedas-fragments

*Hinata stirs, groaning as he rolls over and starts to wake up.

As he blinks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he quickly realizes that something’s wrong.

He goes still, listening carefully. Anxiety rises in his chest. He sits up, squinting into the darkness.*

Komaeda…? Is that you?