#400 days danny

[naychuchu]

all those people who like danny and even go out of their way to defend him and think he’s innocent are major red flags. just because he’s a “nice guy” doesn’t disprove what he did. plenty of nice guys are rapists, using that front to manipulate not only their victims but also the people around them so they can get away with their depravity and keep committing crimes. and the fact that his victim is implied to be a minor and he calls her his “girlfriend” adds to the sickness of people defending him.

edit: his gf and his victim were most likely separate people but this doesn’t change the fact that he’s a creep and that people who defend him are weird!!

[coqueverette]

thank u tumblr for refusing to schedule this and instead posting it early

[ninjinistarsong]

twdg textposts 15/?

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Danny ends up a doctor like his parents, just not the type of doctor they were expecting.

Danny becomes an archeologist.

He couldn't help it! Most of his friends were dead people, some from as far back as ancient Mesopotamia! He automatically knew every dead language by virtue of being a ghost! The way his friends talked, he wanted to know more about their lives. So he goes looking and makes a name for himself.

He becomes a well known archeologist. As a grad student, he works for the Drakes, even babysitting their son, Tim. He goes to Janet's, and later Jack's, funeral, offering to take Tim in, which the boy is grateful for but declines in favor of a bio-uncle. Eventually, Danny discovers the remains of an ancient cult in the Middle East.

Ra's learns that the remains of the original League of Shadows has been uncovered by a group of archeologists. Originally visiting the dig site to ensure the group doesn't discover any traces of the modern-day League, he finds himself intrigued by the young Dr. Fenton leading the dig. He's smart and bright and the first person in 400 years that can speak Ra's birth language. He becomes fond of the good doctor, even more so when he discovers that Danny's a conservationist and is skilled with a Xiphos (all Pandora's doing). How strange that their spars often end up with them retreating to Danny's tent to be alone...

And then Danny invites Tim Drake to visit, worried about the boy being a teen CEO with no breaks. Tim agrees.

[goddamnitmahtin]

This post was brought to you by a real conversation I had with my dad.

(At a gala after Sam dragged Danny along)

Danny: I’m trying to watch my weight so I did the math on my calories and I was able to eat 6 slices of pizza!

Tim:…. What exactly did your calorie app say when you did the math?

Danny: That a quarter of a pizza is 340 calories! So I ate 6 slices since I only had 400 calories left for the day.

Tim: Danny- that’s not- 6 slices is three quarters of a pizza. Not one.

Danny: What do you mean….

Tim: Half of an 8 slice pizza is 4. And half of half is a quarter which leaves you with two. One quarter would have been 2 slices. You ate 3 times that much.

Danny: Oh- so I overate.

Tim: Yeah.

Danny: I honestly coulda ate the whole pizza.

Jason and Sam are dying in the corner overhearing the conversation and Bruce is staring at Danny a little too intently and it’s making Dick nervous he might end up with another brother.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Dannymay 2023. Day 7. Weapon. DPXDC.

The Justice League is trying to figure out Danny’s identity, and he’s not happy about it.

~Words hurt more than weapons~

~~~

Wonder Woman: You’re bound by the Lasso of Truth. No more chance of hiding secrets, ghost.

Danny: Are you kidding me?

Batman: Who are you, Phantom?

Danny: "I am a 400-foot tall purple platypus bear with pink horns and silver wings."

Captain Marvel: Wow, you don’t see many Fire Nation princesses these days.

Danny: Hm, at least someone with good taste here.

Danny: Have you even read the Fenton articles? Batman? Anyone? No? Remember. Ghosts will always find a way to lie. Your ribbon has no power over me.

~~~

Danny: ..I have a few words for you too, Batsy. Martha says hi. And she wants you to know that " ..if I see a damn clown in the immediate vicinity of one of my grandchildren or if I find out that you or any of the family are on patrol with broken bones, I’ll spank you as soon as I meet you on the other side. Obey Alfred. With love, Mother."

Flash:..Batman, why are you so pale?

Batman: Someone sprayed the fear toxin. Check the ventilation.

Flash:..

~~~

Superman: Stop it! Listen..

Phantom: I liked you when I was a kid, you know? They say it’s better to never meet your idols. Now I see it's truth.

Superman: You shouldn't be doing this alone. We can help you.

Danny: What makes you think I need your help? Don’t be a hypocrite. Why don’t you take off your glasses at the Daily Planet office? And why do you think that you can tell me what to do with my secret identity?

Danny: Don’t worry, I’m dead but my family is fine. I’m not like you, Big Blue. I will not sacrifice the people I love for my murderous secret.

Superman: What are you talking about?

Phantom: Don’t play dumb. In the land of the dead, people like to talk about the past, you know. You told Jonathan he wasn’t your father, and then you didn’t even try to save him. It’s cruel. But you can be happy, Jonathan doesn’t blame you for his death. I do.

The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

Superman: I.. I listened to what he said. He was trying to protect me.

Danny: So, how does it feel? Letting him die in front of you, knowing you could have saved him? Do you blame youself?

Superman: How dare you.

Danny: Of course, you do. Because no matter how many lives Superman saves, the most important one to you..You’ll never got it back. Afraid of being a lab rat? Superman is not special. I am not special too. 

Danny: Don’t look down at me just because you have more experience behind you. Revealing my identity should be my choice, not yours.

~~~~

Danny: Stay out of my grave. *turns to Batman* You should stay away from your son’s grave too. Leave the past behind.

~Hairstyle. Sharp tongue. Physique. This Insolence.~

Batman: Jason?

Danny: Wrong ghost, old man.

Batman: ...You’re the one who said a ghost would always find a way to lie.

Danny: Pride and prejudice! *shit, I’m starting to swear like Mr.Lancer, It’s time to finish my english essay.*  I’m not your Robin. Sorry bout that.

~Jane Austen? No hint more obvious. Jay doesn’t want to deal with the League? Well, Bruce doesn’t mind playing along.~

Batman: I understand.

Danny: Thank Ancients! Anyway, I’m leaving. Don’t look for me.

~~~

Tucker: Wow, Danny, when we told you to take care about the League, we thought you’d do it, like, without turning all of them against you.

Danny: Not all of them. And I didn’t do anything wrong. We talked.

Jazz: Danny, believe me, sometimes a conversation with you can cause more damage to your enemies than your ectoblasts.

Sam: Not just to them. Sometimes I also feel like his ideas are melting my brain.

Danny: Hey! Actually, you should be on my side.

Sam: We should?

Danny: Never mind. But if JL set foot in Amity Park I will sic on Wonder Woman her grandfather.

Tucker: But her Grandfather is Kronos. He’s a creep, trying to eat all his kids. Where do you even know such a monster from?

Clockwork *puts a cup of tea on the table and coughs to attract attention*.

Tucker: Wait a minute...

Tucker: Oh mY GOd, Mr. CLocKWoRk I’m sO SorRy, please don’t kill me.

Sam: Now you’ve changed your mind about importance of a healthy vegan diet, Tucker?

Tucker: ..No, I’m not that desperate.

~~~

~At the same time,somewhere in Ghost Zone~

 Martha *teaches Jason to do a choke hold*.

~~~

~At the same time, in one of Amity Park’s alleys.~

Maddie and Jack *discuss ways to capture the Phantom*

Batman *appears behind them*:DoN’t toUcH my the сHiLd.

~~~

Jazz: Don't you think that mentioning Superman's father was too much?

Danny: Maybe.But..when I think about you, mom or dad in dander I can't imagine what would make me freeze and.. It just doesn't make sense, okey?

Jazz: You're still thinking about Dan, right?

Danny: Every.damn.time.

[spikeface]

🚬 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

pretty please

Thank you for the ask! This helped me add 400 words to bellerophon:

Have my spin on how this s1 exchange between Stiles and Danny might have gone in this AU:

"Theo's an asshole," Jackson sneered. "Isn't he, though? Just fucking terrible." Stiles stepped right up to Jackson's face and said, low and vicious, "And yet his parents still wanted to keep him." Jackson went pale. Stiles smirked. Danny swooped in like a tall muscular guardian angel, pushing Jackson away towards his locker, keeping a hand on his shoulder while he glared at Stiles. "You're a horrible person." "I know," taunted Stiles, unrepentant. "It keeps me awake at night." Theo was reminded, as he rarely was these days, why the two of them had stayed friends for so long.

Please make me write!

[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved on our archive

By - Nicola Davis

Immunologists push for increase in testing and more widespread vaccine booster rollout as new variant, XEC, emerges

Covid is on the rise in England, and experts have warned that more must be done to prevent and control infections after a “capitulation to the virus”.

Prof Danny Altmann, an immunologist at Imperial College London, said those working in the field were perplexed by the current attitude to the battle against Covid, as the latest figures showed an increase in hospital admissions.

The latest data for England from the UK Health Security Agency (UKHSA) showed that hospital admissions increased to 3.71 per 100,000 population for the week between 16 and 22 September 2024, compared with 2.56 per 100,000 the previous week.

The percentage of people with symptoms who have tested positive for Covid, based on tests at sentinel “spotter” laboratories, has also risen in the last week to 11.8% compared with 9.1% in the previous week.

Altmann described the prevailing stance on the virus as a “capitulation”. “To those who work in this field, the current attitude of acceptance to losing this war of attrition against Covid is puzzling and a little desperate,” he said.

“The data, both in the UK and US, show that the current Omicron subvariants are hugely successful at punching through any dwindling population immunity, so that we tolerate huge prevalence of around 12%. Our capitulation to the virus is a combination of a population where most are now many months or years from their last vaccine dose, and that vaccine dose was in any case poorly cross-protective for the very distinct current variants.

“Clearly, there is behavioural polarisation between those who are worried by this and look for mitigation, and those who think we must learn live with it and paid too high a price for our earlier measures,” he said.

Dr Simon Williams, from Swansea University, added that surveys suggest there is also a large group of people who are not thinking much about Covid at all. “Part of this is psychological – for two to three years it was something people had to think about all the time and is something that for many had many negative memories and feelings attached to it,” he said.

While Altmann said debate around measures needed to be properly informed and data-driven and to avoid extreme stances, it was important not to trivialise the impact of the virus.

“Those at the weaker end of the immune response spectrum may often experience four or more breakthrough infections per year. These may range from mild to those needing several days of work, with all the associated economic costs, plus any additional NHS burden,” he said.

Altmann also stressed the impact of long Covid, noting that it is thought to affect around 400 million people globally – with 3% lost workforce and a global cost estimate of $1tn annually – and can arise even in vaccinated people following reinfection.

The latest Covid data comes as a new variant is expected to become prevalent in the coming months. Known as XEC, it was first identified in Germany over the summer, and cases have already been identified in the UK. It is thought to have emerged from two other Covid variants, themselves descended from the BA.2.86 variant.

However, experts have said that, at present, XEC is not thought to cause different symptoms from previous variants and does not appear to be fuelling a surge in cases. It is also expected that Covid vaccinations and past infections will continue to offer protection against severe disease.

While bookings for the NHS autumn Covid booster jabs opened this week, Altmann said they should be offered more widely, together with increased use of lateral flow testing to avoid the spread of Covid.

Williams added that it was strange that more had not been done to clean indoor air and improve ventilation in public spaces including schools.

But while he backed offering boosters more widely, he also raised concerns: “I worry that again this autumn we will see a relatively low uptake of the booster among priority groups, including younger adults with a compromised immune system.”

[coqueverette]

don’t open the photo lee

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 28

>:D

mastapost

The Panama Canal was one of the greatest feats of 20th Century engineering. Originally, ships that wished to cross from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean, or vice versa, were forced to make the long and arduous journey around South America, a trip that would take 20,000 kilometres, which would also mean our story would be much, much longer (or at least require more time skips).

It was not as simple as digging a ditch. Panama is a beautiful, but very rugged country, with hilly and mountainous terrain that halted the French in their tracks. That, and the copious mosquitoes. Landslides and rain beat back attempts to dig the canal in the 19th Century. But the dream did not end.

How did the Americans do it? All they needed was a bit of lateral thinking. Instead of digging the entire canal and attempting to conquer the mountains and hills, engineers built a dam to flood an artificial lake, leaving a 15km stretch of unflooded land. This is where they built the remaining canal. In order to raise ships into the canal’s lever, they build a system of locks. Each lock would funnel water into the one behind it, raising the ship until the water level was even on both sides, and so on.

The Canal was vital in the war effort in World War 2, and it was a target of the Japanese I-400 programme, until Okinawa fell, and it was decided that destroying the locks would have had no effect on the war.

This is where the story takes Danny and Damian.

“Land ho!” Danny cried out at the first patch of land. At last, after however many thousands of miles travelling (Danny had lost count) they were here.

“We are not sailors.” Damian grumbled. Maybe he was getting excited too. Danny could feel the way the kid’s fin’s thumped on Danny’s scales, like a puppy wagging its tail.

“Right, we’re just borrowing one of man kind’s most impressive engineering accomplishments for sailing.”

Damian huffed. “As sea creatures infamous for attacking sailors. Be glad we are not in the olden days, or our presence would have caused national, or international panic.”

Danny felt the urge to riff on the kid’s comment, but he remembered the stinging silence from yesterday. He decided not to push boundaries this early back into their kind-of make-up. “As it is I’m sure the authorities don’t mind that much. Probably don’t even believe in sirens. I think they’d just be angry that we didn’t pay the fee.”

With the canal in sight, Danny zoomed into the bay in minutes. The bay narrowed into a waterway leading inland underneath a huge bridge. Danny gasped at the size and scale of the thing. The boys continued up the bay. They dodged ship propellers, dove underneath hulking hulls. The water tinged with the smell of barnacles and metal. Nobody was out on the shoreline looking for sirens, which was a big plus, but Danny still kept a tight handle on his invisibility whenever they got close to the surface.

Soon, they reached the first lock.

“We gonna jump over or what?”

Damian trilled. “That would be an easy way to get spotted.”

“I can make us invisible, duh.”

“They would notice the splashes. We have not seen the GiW in some time, but I would prefer not to give them any ideas. We do not know who could be watching.”

With that, Danny found himself icing his body to the hull of some random cargo freighter. The ship approached the locks. They waited for painstaking minutes, watching the water level rise inch by inch. Once it reached the midway point up the next lock, the gates opened. Then the ship slowly inched forward. Then the water level inched upward again.

“This is gonna take for-freaking-ever.”

“Swimming around South America would have taken forever.”

“Uuggghhh.”

It would’ve been nice if there were some pretty landscapes to stare at for the next however many hours this would take. Sadly, their surroundings were all smooth concrete underwater, void of life and energy. Above water, it was the same, save for some small patches of grass and dirt lined the edges of the locks. Workers and vehicles milled about with their tasks on barren grey roads. The shipyard buzzed like persistent mosquitoes. Whirring machinery, shouted orders and gasping engines filled the air. He even felt a literal mosquito land on his nose when he surfaced to check. He was invisible! What the fuck!

So Danny dipped back underwater, hopefully drowning the little blood sucker. He didn’t want to know what a mosquito could do with his blood.

“What is the situation?” Damian asked.

“Boring. And normal, I guess. The stench is killing me though. God damn.”

Damian’s ear fins quirked. “Do sirens worship Christ?”.

“Uhh, not sure. I’m totally atheist though. Must be why the Fentons call me godless sometimes.”

The next lock finally finished opening. The ship continued inching painfully forward. The hum of its engine echoed back and forth in the ditch.

“Gahhh! Please. Move. Faster!” He banged the hull.

“Please stop complaining. You are contributing to the noise.”

Danny went to make another complaint, only for Damian to nip him in the ear.

“Yowch! What was that for!”

Damian went for the other ear.

That was when Danny sniffed a familiar scent. He slapped his hand over Damian’s mouth. “Wait. Something’s up.”

Damian froze. “What?”

The boys scanned the lock. They were alone in there, without a doubt. Danny’s lateral line only sensed Damian with him, and the scent of another sea creature would have been a beacon in the stale water.

Danny broke off from the ship. He melted his ice, just to be safe. The boy carried Damian above the surface invisibly.

“You see anything?”

“Just employees. And equipment.”

“Let’s look behind us.”

The water level had just about filled the up to the top of the gate behind them. There was little risk of being left behind by the next, seeing as Danny’s swimming speed would let them catch up with the boat in seconds. It took little effort for the boy to scale up the walls and peek overhead.

He was treated to a vast overhead view of the waterway. Danny hummed. All he could see was more machines dotting the side of the canal underneath tree cover, and beyond, the vast blue sea.

Damian squeezed his arm like a vice. “We have potential trouble.”

The older boy scrambled. “What? Where?”

“Down there.” Damian pushed the back of his head down.

Danny’s heartrate spiked. Just approaching the lock system was a familiar white boat. Nerves buzzed underneath his skin, like insects crawling into his scales. “I don’t understand. They have no reason to think we’d be here.”

“Perhaps they are just passing by. It could be a coincidence. Will they detect us?”

“Probably not. Radars to detect are expensive as hell, and only the Fentons know how to make them. They’d have to use sonar, and that can only happen if they’re in the same water as us.”

The boys dipped back into the water. Damian clenched his white shoulder. “We will be past these locks by the time they open for that boat.”

Danny nodded quickly. “Yeah. We’ll be fine.”

They returned to waiting.

His fins flipped back and forth in place. Back and forth. He counted the inches. He cheered every new inch the water level took. Why did it take so long just to move some freaking water?! His fins sped up, becoming a blur. They stirred up eddy currents and swirls. At some point he even felt eddies from Damian’s fins too.

Danny took a deep breath. Fear was the mind killer, or whatever they said. Even if his back scales felt like knives were raking over them, the rational part of his mind tried to insist it was all fine. They were probably just moving some assets to the Atlantic. A million and one different ships used this passage.

But it wasn’t right. His nose was good in this form, but not that good. That boat was over fifty meters away in a completely different body of water.

“Damian. There’s more to this. There’s gotta be.”

“Your nerves are contagious. Keep a handle on them.” Damian grumbled.

“I’m serious. I couldn’t have smelled that boat. It’s like a football field away on a different lock. It’s impossible.”

The swirls of water from the small siren’s fins ceased. Danny couldn’t see him, but he felt the weight distribution change a little, like Damian had just lifted his head. “This warrants further investigation.”

The boys resurfaced again. Danny climbed his way up the walls of the lock on the side. They peered over the edge, keeping their noses open. “I don’t see anything.”

Maybe he was overthinking it from stress…

Just then, Damian tugged his sail. “The other side!” He hissed.

Danny turned around. At the edge of the shipyard, his vision clipped onto two distinct white suits talking to some important look guy in a black suit and hard hat. The black suit guy pulled out a walkie talkie. Suddenly, Danny realised the water level had been still for some time.

His voice lowered to a whisper. “Damian, I don’t think they’re just passing by.”

“It cannot be. What reason would they have to suspect we would be here?”

“I don’t know.” Danny clenched his fists around the concrete wall they had been sticking to. “But this is getting bad.”

More men appeared on both sides now, carrying harpoons, hydroplasm guns, and water testing equipment. Quiet adrenaline fired into his fins. A warbling growl rumbled in his throat.

“What if we can swim ahead? You have the speed to outrun them.” Damian’s voice trembled unevenly. His hands shook.

“Damian, the water’s stopped raising. They’ve locked down the lock. If I jump, they’ll be on me in a second.”

“We cannot sit here and wait for them.”

“I know.”

Danny wasn’t doing much better. If he were in human form, his hands would be soaked in sweat by now. His head whirled. The agents seemed to be in every direction. The water still wasn’t moving. The gate was still shut tight. Danny could probably squeeze his body through some kind of gap, but Damian? He didn’t want to grind the kid’s bones into pulp.

“What if we fight them?”

“You don’t have any of your weapons, and I’ve barely had anything to eat.” No food meant no healing, and little energy to toss ice beams willy-nilly.

“Do we have no other option?”

He cursed the stupid freaking GiW. At least his parents had their moments. Nothing good ever happened when the goons in wetsuits showed up. The last time he and Damian saw them was in freaking Amity Bay! His head spun trying to figure out what had given them away. What could get them out of this situation?

There was one other option. The option Danny had desperately hoped would never have to be considered. But it wasn’t just Danny’s safety now. At least his parents had the decency not to dissect Damian (at least during their stay on the SAV). The GiW would be much less merciful.

Danny’s heart rate spiked. Do or die, then. Sink or swim. He gathered up every ounce of courage that still survived his parents.

“We do.”

“Do it now.”

Danny squared up his shoulders, acutely aware of how the scales on his arms touched those on his armpits. How the water touched his back with no clothes in the way. “Do you trust me?”

Damian hesitated. He could smell the kid’s reservation in the water. He counted the steps the GiW agents took, as if in slow motion. “I have no other person to rely on.”

“We won’t be able to cross Panama. We’ll have to go back the direction we came.” Guilt jumped into the party of stressors stomping on his nervous system.

Damian warbled, like a wounded animal. “I know.”

They were so fucking close. They’d just barely gotten into Panama, and it’s all been ruined and he didn’t even know why.

“Hang on to me. And whatever you do, be quiet.”

Danny placed one arm on the top surface of the lock. He used it to pull himself up and over the edge, pushing with his second arm. Slowly he pulled his entire body over the edge of the wall. Danny began wiping drops of water off his body. He could do it while still being completely wet, but it hurt like a bitch and took ages.

Slowly, invisibly, his scales receded into skin. His tail split open. Its bones reshaped into legs. His tailfin hardened into feet. Danny stood up, still clutching Damian to his chest. The boy gasped at the sudden increase in elevation. And despite being invisible, he could practically feel the boy’s judgement baring down on him.

The GiW agents were closing in.

Danny stuck to the dirt and grass. The asphalt would have fried his bare feet off. Not a pleasant sensation. A pair of agents approached the canal, guns in hand. Danny crept along the side, tiptoeing carefully so as to avoid making a sound and drawing attention.

As Danny slipped away, the pair of agents came up to where he’d just been standing. Thank god.

There was an issue though. The locks were obviously built uphill. That meant going along the canal would bring him through the treacherously steep terrain. Not a good look for a scrawny boy with no shoes who needed to be silent. One slip and the entire force would come down upon him.

Damian squeezed his hand. There had to be a way somehow.

Danny swallowed a thick lump. He formed a layer of ice. Despite it only being a few millimetres, it felt clunky and horrible to walk in, and would definitely make a sound, but it would have to do.

Just carefully. One foot over the other. Let the foot come down gently, like a bee’s landing. Danny walked out into the asphalt, just within earshot of the agents at the edge of the canal.

“Got anything?” The one crouching over it said. He was so tempted to shoot an ice beam and knock him into the water.

“Not yet. It could be hiding from the sensor. We’ll give it another five minutes.”

“It better be close. Sun’s killing me out here.”

One of the nice things about sirens is that they were quite sensitive to heat. Thanks to some nifty evolution, it meant that Danny’s invisibility extended into the infrared and ultraviolet range. That was the only reason he wasn’t getting sunburned out the wazoo, and the only reason Damian hadn’t dried out yet. The air was still very, very warm, but he didn’t need to worry about the radiation from the sun itself.

Danny managed to get out of earshot of those agents. His concentration was split between keeping this ice on his feet solid, and on keeping Damian from dying of heatstroke. The boy remained silent, as requested. Danny’s eyes snapped from one side of his vision to the other, hyper aware of his space, and of the dozen or so agents scattered around the perimeter.

Let it be known that he was no ninja. Probably the only saving grace he had was the fact that they were expecting an invisible fish in the water, and not a kid walking on land. One of the agents barked an order. The agents split into groups of two. The pairs scattered, probably making for the other parts of the canal. That meant two of them were coming his way. Danny’s breath hitched. Sweat dripped down his brow. He iced it over.

Damian’s fins hung low too. Their sharp tips brushed against his belly. He couldn’t stay out here long. He needed water and quick. The boy chirped quietly underneath Danny’s hand.

He ambled to the right of the matching pair. Best to get out of their way. For a bunch of guys in fancy suits, they walked quickly. But Danny couldn’t. His makeshift shoes would be too loud.

He was barely able to get out of their way, barely able to avoid brushing shoulders with the men who wanted him a lab rat. Relief cooled his system like his ice.

Then one of them stopped.

“Wait, G.” He turned around. Turned toward Danny. Hairs stood on end. Knees rattled. “Agent H!”

Danny was seconds away from bolting. Only Damian’s tight grip was able to ground him from doing something stupid.

The man pulled a bottle of sunscreen from his suit. “Agent H! You forgot your mandated sunblock!”

With the GiW agent breaking into a light jog, Danny had seconds to react. He threw his body to the side just as the agent rushed through. The motion pushed his upper body just an inch too far off base. Danny’s eyes widened. He flung his arms wildly, but he could not stop the descent.

He shifted gears. The boy twisted his body so it faced the ground. Damian clung tighter, his claws digging into Danny’s chest. He shoved his hands forward. No time to ice them over. Danny planted his fingers on the ground. Sunbaked pebbles seared his fingers. His tongue bled as he bit down the urge to cry out.

His scream was only muffled into a groan. The footsteps of the agent stopped.

“What?” The man whispered.

Danny became a statue. The man’s gaze crawled over his back like an ant colony. Danny’s pulse stomped around in his ears. In his burning fingers. Each millisecond a war between the urge to cry out, the emergency signals of heat and pain, and the adrenaline that he could not let out. Just hunched over, still.

“Agent F! I’m turning into sun-dried tomatoes here!”

At last, at long last, the aforementioned Agent F took off. “Sorry! Just got distracted by some mosquito buzzing.”

Fuck. That was close. Too close.

Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink.

Panama Canal.

What was that menace doing, heading for Panama Canal?

Maddie Fenton’s phone lay off to the side of the console. The new stream chattered. She paused from her work (really just staring at the radar) to refresh the news sites in English. Then whatever Spanish sites, translated by her browser. Nothing. A week ago she would have gone in guns blazing, ready to take out the pelagic punks and stop them from carrying out their dastardly plot.

With their engines busted, that plan wasn’t looking very good. After six hours of repairs, she and Jack had only managed to achieve a fraction of their original top speed. Enough to get them to Panama eventually, but not any time soon. They still had more repairs scheduled. It was only due to Jazz’s intervention that they sat down and took a break.

She wanted to work. She wanted to throw herself into metal and nuts and bolts. Anything to keep her mind from that face.

For years she had made it her mission to bring the sirens to justice for all they had done to her family and others. The few times she got up close to a siren they were vicious, snarling predators. She expected the same stubborn defiance from Phantom.

His resistance was token, at best. She could tell how scared he was even as he put up a tough face. Then he broke down, sobbing and incoherent. It was fake. It was all an act. It had to be. Phantom was stalling for time. He was manipulating her from the start. It had to be. It had to be.

How could it be?

She pulled off her gloves. She stared at the quivering hands, the hands that were a moment away from pulling the trigger. She was so sure she would have done it. He had to have known. He was an awful liar. Tried to misdirect and feign ignorance, and gave himself away every time. Who did he think he was fooling? And yet she could not steady her hands.

Maybe that was his con all along. Not even try to be convincing. Just babble whatever nonsense to lead them along like a string of helpless ducklings until help arrived.

Phantom had never worked with anyone else before. Not from his own kind, at least.

Maddie sipped a cold cup of tea. Maybe he had been migrating, and these were his original pod? If he were with his original pod, then there would be a lot more noise in Panama. The canals were narrow. Phantom was on the smaller side, but even two adults would have been noticed, right?

Did they even exist at all?! She had rebooted and reconfigured the radar, spending hours only for it to fail to detect any of Phantom’s pod. It was like they showed up for one moment, then vanished into thin water the next.

It wasn’t enough. The scientist in her demanded more evidence. Her hypotheses felt flimsy even to her, like there was something that was glaringly missing.

It all went back to that expression. That haunted anguish. Those streaming tears. The face that tore her vision away and replaced it with years of comfort. Years of holding Danny close. To that day when Danny showed up back home six months ago, the day a miracle came to her.

His face was the same back then. Maddie had rushed to hug the son she’d thought she’d lost. However, her baby boy flinched back, like she was going to strike him.

It broke her heart then.

“Mom?” Her daughter leaned into the door way.

“Jazz, I told you to take it easy.”

Jazz came inside, and sat down on the chair beside her. “I am taking it easy. Just getting some fresh air.”

She leaned to the side, her eyes discerning like they’d always been.

“Mom, are you ok?”

Dammit. Was it that obvious? Maddie shook her head. “You know me too well, Jazz.”

She pulled her daughter in. She held her and let herself be grateful that at least she was still here. That there was still hope, somehow. But that hope now clouded over with uncertainty.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

It shouldn’t be that way. Maddie was the mother here. It was her who was supposed to be comforting Jazz, but it was the other way around again.

“I just don’t know. Jazz. I thought I knew everything I needed to get the job done, but…”

But now she didn’t. Jazz nodded silently, letting her continue.

Maddie held her tighter. Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Sweetie, I’m not sure anymore. Jazz, I can’t get it of my head. The way he looked at us. The way he didn’t. And I’ve been thinking about it for hours and I can’t make heads or tails on it. None of my theories can make up any kind of framework that could explain what happened.”

“Maybe it’s time to find a new framework?”

Maddie pulled back in puzzlement. “What do you mean?”

“Find new evidence. If the current evidence contradicts established theories, then hunt for new evidence that could explain the discrepancies. And then establish a new more comprehensive theory.”

That… made a lot of sense. It was at times like these she marvelled at the brilliance of her daughter. But there was just one issue.

“But your father and I still haven’t finished repairs yet.”

“That’s ok, Mads!”

Her husband and Bruce leaned in to the bridge as well. Bruce Wayne’s head still sported a large bandage around it, but the man was looking much better for wear.

Jack continued. “It was obvious we weren’t as prepared as we could be. Otherwise the fishie little fiend wouldn’t have given us the slip. With the SAV busted, I say we take Jazzie’s advice and go on recon mode.”

Determination shined from Bruce’s squared shoulders. “Jack’s right. We can take the jet skis and catch up to Phantom easily. Then we can observe him ourselves or deploy a drone or two.”

That was surprisingly sensible. They needed more information. Then they could cross out the possibilities and the what ifs, and narrow down the truth.

More than anything, Maddie needed the truth.

Damian was beginning to get uncomfortable. The mucus coating his scales meant that they remained moist. However, he still lost water due to respiration. Not to mention the sweltering heat. Although he did not suffer the burning sunlight due to Danny’s invisibility, the humid air also contributed to his discomfort. As a fish out of water, Damian could tell he could not last much longer.

But his physical discomfort could only distract from the real questions in his mind for so long. Why did Danny hide this ability from him for so long? What was he so scared of? In hindsight it was logical that a siren with the ability to turn humans into their species could also turn themselves into humans. Damian felt the soft, human skin of Danny’s chest against his own scales. His cheeks just so happened to be laying where the teenager’s gills used to be. Now they were smooth. Damian numbly counted Danny’s ribs, which jutted out.

Why did he expect Damian to trust him when he still continued to hide things from him?

Danny walked into a clearing. He carried Damian far past the shipping yard that they had crawled out of, and into a building. It appeared to be some kind of administrative building. Damian nudged him with his chin. Where was he taking them? He walked through the glass sliding doors behind a member of staff. Cool air conditioning chilled Damian’s scales. Danny bee lined for the bathroom, finding it empty. He iced the door shut.

Damian found himself placed into the (thankfully clean) sink. Cool running water washed over his body, bringing much needed relief. Damian purred quietly underneath the cool tap. For a moment, the room contained only the sound of running water, and Danny’s heavy breathing.

Danny’s invisibility deactivated. Damian watched pallid skin appear out of thin air. Stickly legs shivering. The newly human teenager leaned against the war, panting. His chest had no gills, as he’d expected, and his skin was completely opaque. Black hair appeared where there was white. Eerie aquamarine was replaced with dull blue. A familiar face rendered bare of scales or fins was revealed. A very, very familiar face.

And instantly, everything clicked into place for Damian.

[parad0xm0th]

Day 4: Came Back Wrong

Agh, late again oops, this is a pretty experimental fic for this prompt

The following archives come from the recordings of Doctor Madelyn Fenton, made on the occasion of scientific discovery. 

Of the nearly 400 recordings uploaded to the archived server, dated from as early as 1984 to the previous three months of this report, we have isolated 5 recordings in particular for the consideration of the board. Additionally, we have a recording captured by two agents out on the field using experimental technology.

Log #204

Date: March 20th, 2004

The recording clicks on, followed by a beat of silence, although not total silence. Before the clear, albeit slightly grainy voice of Dr Fenton cuts through it in practiced ease, the sound of faint laughter can be heard, muffled through the walls of the basement.

“This is Dr. Madelyn Fenton, log number 204, March 20th, o’4. I’ll apologize in advance to whoever is listening back through these logs for our report, the kids are still pretty excited even after the party.” A slight laugh, though a bit exasperated.

“It’s incredible to think about how long it’s been, we started this before even Jazz was born and now look at us, Danny’s just turned 14, Jazz is already looking to go to college, and we’ve finally gotten a far more stable version of the Portal nearly done, oh I’m getting sentimental, my apologies.”

Another beat of silence.

“As I went over in detail in the last recording, we’ve been able to get the structure of the Portal constructed, Jack’s welding job is holding strong as usual and we double and triple checked the math. The whole thing looks a bit of a mess at the moment, but that’s to be expected, we can’t put most of the power connectors into the lining of the Portal wall until we can secure the generator from our agreement with the university.”

Tap tap tap

“...Cut tape here.” Another beat of silence, a sigh. “I’m not sure I understand why they keep dragging their feet about our contract, we should’ve been given the generator a month ago to start doing diagnostics, and we can’t start without them! At this point I’m starting to worry they’re planning to back out of our agreement, which could set us back months, even years! Jack is insisting that they wouldn’t, but I’m not sure that’s not just his old school pride getting the better of him.” A shuffle, and the sound of a metal drawer opening makes whatever else Dr Fenton says under her breath is lost to the microphone being moved.

“Jack says if they try anything funny we could just hook up to the city's power lines and piggybacking off it, but that comes with the risk of getting in trouble with the city again if something goes wrong, and that was difficult enough to deal with the first time.” 

Tap tap tap

“Then again, if I’m right and the university is cutting their support, we can’t just twiddle our thumbs in hopes that someone else will pick up our project, we need something to present, suppose that we just try to switch it on briefly to prove our theory using the city's power? Could run less of a risk to knock out the whole city, but would it be stable enough to even give us something tangible? Something to think over, I’ll have to update my logs when I receive word back from the university.”

“Doctor Maddie Fenton signing off.”

According to our records, shortly after this was recorded the University of Wisconsin did in fact pull their funding and agreement of a prototype battery generator with FentonWorks, claiming that their location for their experiments were too close to civilian homes. The Fentons tried to appeal this by citing their research that the place they had chosen was due to the ectoplasmic radiation in the area, making it safer than a remote location.

This appeal was denied.

Our next tape is following this denial.

Log #206

Date: April 2nd, 2007

“This is Dr. Madelyn Fenton, log number 206, April 2nd of 2004. As of the last tape, we have gotten confirmation that our appeal has been denied-” “Cowards, all of them on the board-” “-Jack. Official recording, if you don’t mind.” “Sorry, Mads.” While not speaking into the microphone, the man’s voice over the recording was booming enough, even when he seemed to be quiet, that it was impossible not to hear him, meanwhile Maddie Fenton just sounded clipped and professional. Or at least to most bystanders she did, if you asked either of her children they would say she was pissed. 

“Cut. This is Dr. Madelyn Fenton, log number 206, April 2nd of 2004. As of the last tape, we have gotten confirmation that our appeal has been denied and will be going forward with our backup plan.” “Love the backup plan!” “...Jack, would you mind getting out our video equipment?”

“I’ll take the hint!” Heavy steps fade away from the microphone and up the stairs presumably.

“Bless him, but that’s beside the point, we’ll be doing the test run tonight I suppose, I’ve talked to Jazz and Danny and their both out of the house for the weekend to we won’t have any distractions during this, though I wouldn’t be surprised if Danny ends up coming back tomorrow asking for more food money. Teenagers! I’ve seen the pizza boxes in the garbage, it’s a miracle that he and Tucker go through all that and still raid our ice cream after.”

BANG THUNK

“...Honey, are you ok?” The response is too far away to be heard clearly on the recording. “Is the camera ok?” a beat, then a muffled response again. “Well come the rest of the way down and I’ll take a look at it, how much do you have left to hook up back there?” The sound cuts completely.

There is a pause in the tape, when the sound resumes, it’s only the quiet background hum of an empty room.

“Continuation of the previous tape 206. Total failure.” Dr Fenton’s voice was monotone, exhausted even. “Nothing, everything wired together powerflow is positive, it’s been even the whole time, but nothing when we tried to close the circuit, just nothing. It could be an issue we can’t see right away, or there’s something wrong with the part of the power lines connected to Fentonworks, but it’s nothing we’ll be able to troubleshoot right away.” Another heavy sigh escapes her.

“Jack and I will being going up to my sister’s for the rest of the weekend, we already had it blocked off so I’m giving us our own vacation before we go back to find out what went wrong, we need fresh eyes on it and Jack needs to get some air before he decides to go through with taking it all apart and putting it back together again.”

“I don’t know what we’re going to do.”

Tap

A deep inhale of breath, the sound of papers being shuffled on a counter.

“End log 206.”

Our sources confirm that shortly after this, the Drs Fentons were tracked going as far as the land plot owned by Dr Madelyn Fenton’s sister, Alicia Walker. We also have confirmation that they did not return until April 4th, and upon arriving back at their residence we have the following tape recounting her perspective of the activated portal. 

Traffic light cameras were able to capture Daniel Fenton, Samantha Mason, and Tucker Foley entering the empty residence at 4:35 pm on April 3rd.

The city would then experience a power surge at 5:13 pm.

Log #207

Date: April 4nd, 2007

“This is Dr. Madelyn Fenton. It’s on. Oh my God it’s really on.”

There’s a strange quality to the microphone now that wasn’t there before, a hum, not unlike an air conditioner, becomes white noise over the crackle that covers Dr Fenton’s words.

“We came back from Alicia’s and it was just… Working! Jack’s already acting like it’s christmas and part of me is wondering where to even start! I’m just stuck, I suppose, wondering what could have possibly triggered it, what could have kept it on. Ah, yes I suppose I’m getting ahead of myself, I’m a researcher first and foremost and while Jack’s happy to begin the experiments I still need to make sure we understand what we’re dealing with.”

She clears her throat, papers are shuffled behind the microphone and her tone turns serious as continues.

“Jazz called us last night from urgent care, apparently Danny and his friends came over yesterday and it turned on while they were there. The three of them have since been insisting that Danny had just fell down the stairs when the power cut and hit his head, but I’m not sure I’m buying it. Not that there’s much else I could know without any of them admitting to what really happened, the camera footage is unusable, static and noise and I’m not sure if it’s because of the Portal opening or because Jack dropped it the other day.” 

“We had to drive overnight to get back here this morning and I could hardly believe my eyes, you’ll have plenty of footage to pull from for the Portal itself, Jack’s been doing nothing but fill our camera memory with anything he can get a clear shot of. Not that there’s much we can do about the interior, the Portal entrance goes right up to the frame for it which luckily means we were successful in containing it.”

“When we got home last night we were prepared to turn it back off once we got our initial readings but it’s to our great surprise that the portal seems to sustain itself, even after disconnecting it to the power grid, it’s still here. I’m not sure what to make of that yet, but Jack says the doors he’s made should keep out anything that decides to venture through the Portal into our side, but I’d like to have a proper off switch in any case.”

“Maddie come quick!” Jack’s booming voice is covered in a heavy layer of static, and even when Madelyn responds, it too can barely be heard over it.

“-ming Jack, end log 207…”

Log #316

Date: September 7th, 2008

“This is Dr. Madelyn Fenton, log number, oh it must be either 316 or 320 something, the subject that calls itself Technus completely scrambled our systems in the basement yesterday, it’ll take weeks to get everything sorted again.” a groan, the sound of something hitting something metal with a soft thunk. “It feels like everythings been going against us for the last six months, no progress on capturing Phantom, Vlad’s been worse than ever and these days it feels like every two bit ghost hunter wants a bit of the action. Most of them don’t even have the proper tools to capture ghosts, or restrain or affect them in any way, at least the local civilians know better than to try yelling mish-mashed gibberish at them!” Another sigh. “Not that we’ve been much better lately, version 3 of the Ectocurrent taser was as big a failure as its predecessors and with the same pattern too, we test and tinker and get it working in the lab, verify it works in the lab, only for it to be completely unresponsive the moment we finish charging it and take it out to use the next day. It’s gotten to the point that Jack slept down in the basement to make sure no ghost was sneaking in to break the thing, not that just any ghost would be able to understand the technology in the first place, but I digress, he said nothing all night! We might want to just take it out the moment it starts working again and hoping it lasts long enough to be useful against that menace Phan-”

“----” There is no voice on the recording

“Oh, one moment- Something up sweetheart?” Dr Fenton calls, voice turning softer away from the microphone.

“--- ------ ----- -- --- ------ -------- --- --- ----- ---- -- -------- --- --- ----- -- ----” This is not to say there is no sound. “Oh hun I completely forgot, crap, sorry Danny I’ll have to schedule an appointment for you and your sister, is that ok?”

“--- ----- -- ---- --- ---- ------ - ---- --- --- --- -- --- --- ---- ---- ----- -- - ------ ---------- ---- ------- ------ -------” The the noise that was once the ambiance of the basement seems intensified, a one-sided conversation with something.

“You know we just had that ghost attack our systems here, it’s gonna take longer than the weekend to find our copies so we’ll just get it done now. I’m sure you’ll still have time for your friend’s game-”

“--- ----” Let it be noted that listeners to this tape expressed a taste of iron on the tongue during this segment. “No buts! Your sister is due for one more before she gets kicked out for being too old, come on Danny it’s just a physical.” There’s stomping going up the stairs to the basement, then the slam of a door.

“... Teenagers, scarier than ghosts I swear. Anyway, I’ll just cut this here and hopefully we’ll have better luck tomorrow. End log 316.” 

Log #PRIV4

Date: September 13th, 2008

“... Private log of Madelyn Fenton, if someone else is listening to this, stop and put it away, any and all other tapes for our research are available for investigation and with any luck I’ll remember to wipe this from our records later. I just-” She cuts herself off, a heavy sniff to steady her voice as it wavers.

“I just need to get my thoughts out.” The next pause is longer, as if the woman considers if she wants to go through with the recording.

“Danny and Jazz’s pediatrician called the day they got seen, she said that Danny-” another pause. “-That Danny was showing some alarming results on his tests. They said his body temperature was colder than it should have been, and his heartbeat was coming back as abnormal and they’re afraid of a heart murmur-” There is a single, heavy sob that bursts from the woman, muttered curses spilling from her. 

“They said that it might’ve been something they missed when he originally came in last year for his accident and when I asked how hitting his head could’ve done something to his heart they said it wasn’t- God, I’m such an idiot, I said it too I just wasn’t thinking about it, we both were! He seemed fine! He’s always seemed fine, how could we have just not noticed he was electrocuted? Because it’s not possible!” 

“It’s not possible.” tap tap tap

Pause

Click click click click

“It’s not possible, it isn’t and I shouldn’t be even thinking about it but I’ve been sitting on my hands since the call and they’ve double and triple checked their tests and they want Danny in again for an MRI but I haven’t even seen him since the appointment so I haven’t been able to tell him the results! It’s like he’s been avoiding coming home and I’ve been trying to figure out why, but in the meantime I couldn't help thinking back to when the Portal opened. About Danny’s accident.”

“I found my log from the day, and I said it then too, I didn’t believe he fell down the stairs but what else could it be? Did he try to turn it on again? It’s a nice thought but if anyone got shocked by anything when it was powering on would be dead as a doornail-”

Silence, then the tape cuts.

The following recording was captured by agents C and T. The ward would like to apologize for some of the language used in this segment.

Recording taken February 16th, 2009

“... It’s a filter, see? Just clicks over the microphone itself.”

“It’s huge is what it is, what’s even the point?”

“Testing a hypothesis, ghosts speak at a wavelength that makes it next to impossible to document them.”

“So? It’s not like we really care what they’re talking about, just that they’re there.” 

“Yeah well that’s the hypothesis, if ghosts are nearby talking at a frequency that not even we can hear, we could possibly hear them through the recordings.”

“Still sounds useless.”

“You’re useless.”

“Fuck off- Ghost octopus!” 

“Yeah the 20th one we’ve seen today- Oh wow.” 

“Yeah that’s a lot. Do’ya think we’re gonna get a nasty one?”

“Not sure, but I think I’m already seeing Phantom out there.”

“Don’t like how close it’s getting, think we should move roofs?”

“Oh yeah, very ghost chasers of you.”

“Not our job to capture the thing! Research department, it’s on my badge!”

“Perfect opportunity to use the filter then, HEY PHANTOM!”

“Shit- What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Research. PHANTOM OVER HERE!” 

“Oh my god he’s coming over.”

Crack pop

“Ancients, not you guys again- GIVE IT A REST YOU WEIRDO GOVERNMENT AGENTS.” 

“PHANTOM DO YOU HAVE ANY COMMENT ON THE HORDE OF GHOST OCTOPI YOU HAVE UNLEASHED ON THIS TOWN?”

“Dude I don’t think he did-”

“Sh-sh-shut the fuck up C- ANY COMMENT PHANTOM?”

“Are you two seriously trying to record this? It’s not gonna work.” 

“HA HA YEAH JUST HUMOR US.”

“Oh- oh! YES AND IF YOU COULD JUST TALK IN A WAVELENGTH THAT IS NOT NORMALLY AUDIBLE TO HUMAN HEARING THAT WOULD ALSO BE NIC- ow!” 

“Idiot!”

Buzzzz crackle

“Yeah, I think I gotta go! Get off the roof before I call the fire department! Bye!”

The hum subsides, and is gone.

“Sorry T…”

“Whatever, hopefully we got enough, let's head back to base.”

The voice recording of the subject known as Phantom matches with the recordings taken from the Fenton logs before the opening of the Portal, the additional evidence of later voice recordings add to the conclusion that these two are one in the same, and under captivity we’ve gotten further confirmation of this fact.

We are under agreement to mention that the ward is still in legal battle with Fentonworks for the acquisition of Phantom, however we are assured that by the evidence of these logs the Ghost Investigation Ward will have the upper hand in this negotiation. Additionally, we’ve been able to get our hands on the physical notes for Daniel Fenton, and everything matches up with the original 2007 tests, with no further notable changes than what was confirmed by Madelyn Fenton. It’s from our doctor's perspective that the transformation that Phantom undergoes to become Fenton once more has had the adverse consequence of not letting the host age.

We would like to use this knowledge to its fullest potential.

[sunflowerlando]

sunflowerlando’s (4)00 follower celly

hi friends! it's absolutely wild to me that i've got over 400 followers now on this lil ol thing. this is also my 1,000th post!!

to celebrate i want to do a 400 follower special

down below you will find a list of prompts that you can choose from for me to write a blurb on (~1k words or less). last day to request for this event will be 4/4!

i will write for f1 drivers (current grid and also past drivers (danny ric my beloved)), marvel (sam, steve, bucky, torres are my most comfortable, but if you have someone else in mind let me know and i can try!), and top gun maverick pilots

to request - slide in my dms, comments or asks with the number of the prompt and the person/character you want me to write with it i usually write x reader you can also choose 2 prompts and i'll try to connect them

i will edit this to cross off prompts as they are taken

event masterlist

prompts [all prompts from creativepromptsforwriting] (40 prompts for 400 followers)

meet cute prompts

01. getting stuck in an elevator together 02. losing something and the other picks it up and calls after them 03. literally running into each other, holding drinks 04. getting paired up for a partner game at a friend’s party 05. asking the other one to take a picture of them and their friends 06. their seat neighbor on a plane is watching a show with subtitles, so they start to watch too and get invested 07. accidentally hitting the other one with a snowball meant for their friend 08. getting set up by their grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids

flirty/flirting prompts

09. being really bad at flirting and it being seen as adorable 10. be flirted with by someone who’s always flirty, so they don’t realize they actually mean it this time 11. always being super flirty, but blushing and stuttering when someone flirts back 12. “My mother told me to follow my dreams, but I don’t want to look like a stalker, so can I just take your hand and walk beside you?” 13. “My hands are a bit cold. Mind warming it up for me?” 14. “Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes. Is it working?” 15. “Want to go to a museum with me and make all the paintings jealous with your beauty?” 16. “I think destiny wants us to be together, and you should never argue with destiny.”

romantic prompts

17. “However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you.” 18. “I love to hear your voice, even if you’re so far away.” 19. “I can hardly wait to put a ring on that finger.” 20. “Put your head on my lap and sleep a little.” 21. “I’m very lucky that you put up with me.” 22. “I want to capture your smile, so I can always look at it.” 23. “How do you always know exactly what I need?” “I pay attention.” 24. “You don’t have to do all of this…” “But I really like doing it.”

smutty prompts

25. “Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.” 26. “We don’t even have to take our clothes off.” 27. “I take it that you like what you see?” 28. “Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?” 29. “Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.” 30. “I had a very nice dream that started like this.” 31. “Let’s find out how much you want it.” 32. "Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

soulmate prompts

33. when they reach a certain age, a tattoo shows up on their bodies that they have in common 34. only being able to see grey until they meet their soulmate 35. their soulmate’s initials are written on their body 36. everyone has a clock showing the time zone their soulmate is in 37. the voice in their head is their soulmate’s voice 38. receiving the same injuries (to a lesser extent) that their soulmate suffers from 39. everyone has a timer that’s counting down till they meet their soulmate 40. seeing their soulmate’s dreams or being able to communicate with them in their dreams

[whitehartlane]

Tottenham Hotspur’s Double winning team pose for a photo together with their trophies, 1961.

Back row, left to right: Bill Brown, Peter Baker, Ron Henry, Danny Blanchflower, Maurice Norman, Dave Mackay.

Front row, left to right: Cliff Jones, John White, Bobby Smith, Les Allen, Terry Dyson.

Bill Brown: Signed in the summer of ‘59. Proper keeper, is talked about in the same breath as keepers like Clemence, Jennings, and Lloris. Steadfast in this side.

Peter Baker: Born in Hampstead, he played for Enfield before coming to Spurs in ‘52. Played one game short of 300 and scored 3 goals as a right back. Got the job done and never let himself get ruffled by any winger; he’d love watching modern fullbacks nowadays.

Ron Henry: Only ever played for Spurs on the senior level, signing in ‘52. Fast and a good tackler, sound left back. He had a plant nursery and homing pigeons, and he stayed on with Spurs as a coach for the U18s.

Danny Blanchflower: Irresistible, incredible, incomparable. There will never be another like Danny. Signing from Villa in ‘54 and going on to head Northern Ireland, he was the captain of Spurs’ Double winning side and made this great team extraordinary. He had very progressive ideas of how the game should be played, fast and attacking and being allowed to use a ball during training, and was set on the idea that the glory—doing things in style—is what is special about the game. No one like him.

Maurice Norman: Signing in the winter of ‘55, he was an absolute assured and commanding figure at the back. Scored 19 goals over his 400+ appearances for Spurs; should’ve been a mainstay at centre half for England but unfortunately his career was cut short due to a double fracture in his tibia and fibula. Integral to the success of this side.

Dave Mackay: If the word legend had a picture accompanying its definition in the dictionary, surely Mackay’s face would be smiling back up at you. Coming from Hearts in the spring of ‘59, he is still described to this day as possibly the most complete midfield player Scotland has ever produced. He never gave up playing even when the rest of the team believed they had already won. A player who inspired everyone around him, others spoke of him as the ‘hardest man I have ever played against—and certainly the bravest.’ He was known famously as the heartbeat of Bill Nic’s Double winning side. Ange Postecoglou and Son Heungmin would have loved him.

Cliff Jones: Formerly Spurs’ top fifth goalscorer before Sonny overtook him, the Welshman signed for the club in the early spring of ‘58 from Swansea. He was a crucial player in the side who played on both wings, was faster than you could believe, always put a lovely cross in, and scored goals from flying headers. Still has lovely words to say about the club and his grandson, Matt Wells, is currently a first team assistant coach.

John White: Nicknamed ‘The Ghost’ due to his runs to find space off the ball that saw him arrive unexpectedly in the opposition’s penalty box, he was one of the most skilful players to ever don the shirt. Signed in the autumn of ‘59. His name bleeds into Spurs folklore as he was being primed to be the next Blanchflower but tragically passed away prematurely when struck by lightning while playing golf in ‘64. His teammates say about him: ‘While other players were someone you would have to bring into a game, John would bring himself into the game.’

Bobby Smith: For the days of centre forwards like him! Currently Spurs’ third top goalscorer, he joined from Chelsea in the winter of ‘55, clearly having recognised which the superior London club was. Twelve hat tricks over his career with Spurs, he was big and bustling and scored goals like nobody’s business. He scored 33 goals in 43 games in the Double-winning season—not too shabby.

Les Allen: Joining the club in the winter of ‘59, he immediately struck up a brilliant and lethal striking partnership with Smith, scoring 27 goals that Double-winning season. While living in Smith’s shadow a little and struggling to retain his place in the starting XI with the arrival of Jimmy Greaves, he was still an essential part of this side’s success. His son Clive Allen and his nephew Paul Allen both went on to play for Spurs.

Terry Dyson: A player who would nowadays be dismissed by talent scouts due to his height and is often not remembered in this side, but was the catalyst to Spurs’ success that season. He signed for the club in ‘55. A snappy winger who could put in a good cross, he is the only Spurs player to score a hat trick in the North London Derby to date. You can still find him trawling around academy matches.

[thrakaboom]

Mandarin Lessons

Three teenagers play cards on a train.

Wing How & Sylvester Pemberton & Danny Leong, Rated G, 400 words

Tags: Seven Soldiers of Victory, Developing Friendships, Canon Compliant

@justicesocietyweek

Day 2: Forgotten Heroes/Golden Age

[the-forest-library]

August 2023 Reads

The Annotated Persuasion - Jane Austen

Nothing But the Truth - Holly James

The Last Word - Katy Birchall

The Deja Glitch - Holly James

Love, Theoretically - Ali Hazelwood

The Dane of My Existence - Jessica Martin

They Hate Each Other - Amanda Woody

Mister Magic - Kiersten White

Stars, Hide Your Fires - Jessica Mary Best

Legends & Lattes - Travis Baldree

The Study of Poisons - Maria V. Snyder

This is How You Lose the Time War - Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone

His Majesty's Dragon - Naomi Novik

Sea of Tranquility - Emily St. John Mandel

The Brothers Hawthorne - Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Give Me a Sign - Anna Sortino

Rewind - Lisa Graff

Tuesdays at the Castle - Jessica Day George

Mice Skating - Annie Silvestro

The Rock from the Sky - Jon Klassen

Ancient Night - David Bowles

Fangirl, Vol 1 - Sam Maggs, Rainbow Rowell

Fangirl, Vol 2 - Sam Maggs, Rainbow Rowell

Family Style - Thien Pham

It's Lonely at the Centre of the Earth - Zoe Thorogood

Congratulations, the Best is Over - R. Eric Thomas

Strong Female Character - Fern Brady

Everything I Know About Love - Dolly Alderton

Sipping Dom Perignon Through a Straw - Eddie Ndopu

Organizing for the Rest of Us - Dana K. White

You Just Need to Lose Weight - Aubrey Gordon

Vibrant - Stacie Stephenson

How Not to Hate Your Husband After Kids - Jancee Dunn

Allergic - Theresa MacPhail

Generations - Jean M. Twenge

Enough - Shauna M. Ahern

Sensitive - Jenn Granneman

The Lady's Handbook for Her Mysterious Illness - Sarah Ramey

Dressing Barbie - Carol Spencer

Goblin Mode - McKayla Coyle

How to Resist Amazon and Why - Danny Caine

The Artist's Way - Julia Cameron

Bold = Highly Recommend Italics = Worth It Crossed out = Nope

Thoughts: 

Some really good reads this month, and some disappointments. I really enjoyed They Hate Each Other and was surprised by how much I liked the Fangirl manga. I also finally found an Ali Hazelwood book that I didn't DNF, lol.

Goodreads Goal: 289/400 

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honestly @/hybrid-battle became my fav tournament to watch. the epic highs and lows etc. danny phantom vs percy jackson had 7k+ votes total but percy is currently losing to Samus with only 400 votes between the two of them. (im assuming because pjo fandom at large hadnt seen the poll yet, but like. reach does make or break tournament poll victories, if hua cheng in the ghost bracket taught us anything, so if ppl who voted in prev round didnt start following the poll, its entirely possible for pj to lose now. which would be fun for me personally bcus im rooting for samus vs binghe finale. woman whos a bear vs guy whos a femme, fight.) meanwhile lbh vs lloyd is creeping up to 2k total votes with both fandoms going absolutely

in the tags and multiple fanarts made, when the poll has been up for less than 2 days. Long story short i think i understand sports fans now, this is exhilirating