#Dann May

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

[sillyabtmusic]

some leftover showcase gifs i didn't want to be forever hidden

[spatortprompts]

Der Prompt für April 2023: fake/pretend relationship

102 Leute haben abgestimmt und der trope "Fake-Beziehung" hat mit 28,4% der Stimmen gewonnen! 🥳 Tobt euch aus, probiert gewöhnliche und ungewöhnliche Konstellationen aus, macht es witzig, macht es traurig, canon oder au - ihr wisst, wie der Tiger läuft 😌

Bei fertigen Werken inspiriert von diesem prompt gerne @spatortprompts taggen, damit’s geteilt werden kann. Wie immer: Viel Spaß beim kreativ sein!

[seungbo-today]

🩷❤️

[fallingforfandoms]

Even more personal music rambling BUT:

Sonntagmittags die A5 in Richtung Heimat runter zu cruisen, während man "Born To Be Wild" auf den Ohren hat und links und rechts die kahlen Steinbrüche und die grünen Hügel vorbeiziehen ... big mood. Very big mood.

[lighthousedann]

Fireworks vs. Refugee Children

[ijustwantedtoresetmypassword]

die Werbung könnt sich schon n bisschen mehr anstrengen. Mutti hats doch immer vorgemacht

"Sehr geehrte Damen und Herren, Liebe Mitbürger"

wer auch immer da Briefe schreibt is bestimmt noch in der Ausbildung

Heute in "Ach Mist, Wie Geht Noch Genderneutrale Anrede?!": Die Werbepost der Hamburger Staatsoper

[patty221]

Podrán pasar miles ante mis ojos, pero mi mirada siempre te volverá a elegir a ti.

Danns Vega.

Thousands may pass before my eyes, but my gaze will always choose you again.

Danns Vega.

Fuente : Pinterest.

[luxaofhesperides]

Surprise husbands + "How are you real?" ; requested by @vehan-tikkun-olam-and-stuff!

They may not have planned to get married, or even wanted it all too much at the beginning, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t going to treat each other right. It was rough going, with both of them coming out of relationships and having secret identities, but time had softened the hurt feelings and allowed them to actually get to know each other.

And Danny, Duke has discovered, is a really good husband. 

Neither of them ever saw themselves as married at 20, but sometimes life throws horrible curses at you and the embodiment of balance and life and death swoops in to save your life. Via marriage. 

His life is weird, okay? Duke has made his peace with it.

The thing is, if they had met naturally and started off as friends, Duke could see himself falling for Danny and asking him to marry him in a far off future. Instead, they’re doing everything backwards: married, then going on dates to know each other, and finally feeling close enough to be friends. 

It helps that Danny does his best to communicate and that helps Duke find the words he needs as well. 

He’s sweet, too, so kind and doting and affectionate. Like a really lovable cat, honestly. Duke’s never been cuddled so much in his life and he’s loving every minute of it. 

He… might be falling in love with his husband. What a revelation.

“Duke?” 

He blinks, looking up from his half-empty plate, pulled out of his thoughts suddenly. Tim and Dick stare at him, concerned, and he realizes he’s missed the entire conversation because he was so preoccupied thinking about Danny. In his defense, it was their one year anniversary the night before and Danny had kissed him for the first time after a date night spent playing video games and talking shit about their respective rogues. 

Tim snaps a finger in front of his face, and Duke startles. He got distracted by his Danny Thoughts again.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“You okay? You’ve been out of it all day,” Dick says, clearly concerned.

“Oh, uh, yeah, it’s all good. Just… adjusting.”

“To what? Did something happen?”

Duke shrugs, scooping up another forkful of pasta to shove in his mouth. “Yeah, I… this is going to sound kind of stupid, but I think I’m in love with my husband.”

Tim, taking an ill-timed drink, chokes and spits out his Zesti. Dick springs back, trying to get out of the spray zone but doesn’t move far, shocked still by Duke’s words.

“Oh, yeah,” Duke realizes, “I didn’t tell you guys, did I?”

“You’re married?!” Tim shrieks as Dick clutches at his chest, eyes wide.

“You didn’t tell me?” Dick asks, offended.

“Seriously? That’s what you focus on?”

Duke smiles as they begin to bicker. They do it constantly, but this time it’s halfhearted, as if they’re just going through the motions of something familiar to distract themselves from the bomb he’s dropped on them.

In all fairness, Duke did forget that he didn’t tell them that he’s married to Danny. He’s also only mentioned Danny once or twice and heavily implied that Danny was just a classmate at GCU. And then forgot that he didn’t tell them, assuming that they’d figure it out eventually being Batman trained detectives, after all.

Well. 

Oops.

Clearly that is not the case. Duke hurries to finish his pasta before Tim and Dick finish their joint freak out and get their senses back together enough to interrogate him. He can’t escape it, but he refuses to have this discussion with an empty stomach. 

He just barely manages to scrape the last mouthful off the plate when his fork is being yanked out of his hands. Tim and Dick close in on him, standing to either side of him, trapping him in place, and look at him with knife-sharp smiles.

Here we go, Duke thinks tiredly, and resigns himself to clearing up this misunderstanding.

Somehow, he manages to explain the situation (I got cursed, he saved my life, we ended up married because magic is bullshit, he treats me so well) and Tim and Dick both agree to not hunt down Danny to show him the wrath of older brothers on one condition: Danny has to join them for a family dinner.

“Don’t worry, we’ll catch everyone up on your… situation,” Dick says, pulling on his jacket to head out. Tim is already on his phone, no doubt telling someone already. 

“Great,” Duke says, unenthused. “You’ll also be answering all the questions because I’m not in the mood. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to figure out a day that works for all of us, and then I’m going to kick my husband’s ass in Mario Cart.”

He walks out the door, grinning as he hears them scramble after him, then twists the ring on his finger (not a wedding ring, but a magic portal making gift) and steps into the portal. It closes quietly behind him, leaving him in Danny’s lair, a comfortable, spacious house with high ceilings and little bits of his personality scattered about. There are soft rugs with geometric patterns on them, star maps on the wall, stained glass windows that throw colors across the floor, and a giant couch and pillow pit in the living room.

Danny’s asleep in it, curled up and looking completely at peace. Duke toes off his shoes and carefully makes his way over, footsteps silent so he doesn’t wake him up, all plans of Mario Cart fading away instantly.

Danny doesn’t get much sleep, with the stress of school and an internship and ghost fights to worry about. It’s why his lair is so quiet and comfortable; it’s what he needs, and he doesn’t let anyone else in without invitation, rare as it is.

Duke is allowed to waltz right in thanks to the ring Danny gave him. It never stops making him feel overwhelmed by how much trust Danny puts in him to allow him unlimited access to what is his only true sanctuary, letting his lair be a place of safety and respite for Duke as well. 

He crawls into the pillow pit, There’s no way to do this without waking Danny up since he can’t fly, so he isn’t surprised to see Danny blink his eyes open, still looking soft and content. He smiles when he sees Duke, reaching a hand out to him that Duke gladly takes, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss his palm.

Sitting up, Danny tilts his head up in a silent request. Duke happily obliges, still reeling over the fact that he’s allowed to do this! He can kiss his husband whenever he wants! 

Yeah, he’s going to be riding that high for a while.

“Hey,” Danny murmurs, sleepy and quietly pleased to see him.

“Hi honey,” Duke returns fondly, “Have a nice nap?”

Danny nods, leaning into Duke and closing his eyes again. “Mhm. How long are you staying? I wanna cuddle.”

“I got nothing going on today. I’m all yours, baby.”

“C’mon,” Danny tries to tug him down. Duke goes slowly, covering Danny’s body with his own, but holds himself with one hand before he blankets his husband completely.

“Wait. There’s something we need to talk about.”

Immediately, the sleepy haze is fading from Danny’s eyes, leaving him alert. “What’s up? Is something wrong?”

“Not really? You know how we agreed to keep our marriage a secret until we weren’t in danger anymore and all those cultists and sorcerers were taken care of?”

“...Yes?”

“Well.” Duke sucks in a breath and offers a bashful smile. “Guess who forgot to tell people we were married after that whole mess was dealt with?”

The nervousness clears from Danny’s gaze as he stares up at Duke with incredulous amusement. “No. No way.”

“Yeah. Kinda dropped a bomb on them and they started freaking out over me being married. Anyways, they want you to come to dinner?”

“When?”

Duke leans back, sitting on his heels. “Let me check.” He pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to the group chat asking for a day they could have a family meal to meet his husband.

His phone is bombarded with texts and calls immediately until Barbara, bless her entire soul, forcibly mutes all of them and puts in a poll with a few dates, setting the poll to close in 24 hours.

“Okay, well, they’re deciding now, but probably soon.”

Danny nods. “Alright. I know these aren’t normal circumstances at all, but I’m so excited to meet the Bats.”

“You do not mean that after hearing all my stories about them.”

“No, I do!” Danny laughs, surging up to wrap his arms around Duke and pull him back down to lay among the giant pillows with him. “They sound nice!”

“The Bats sound nice?!” Duke repeats in horror. “Did you hit your head?”

“They do sound nice! You talk about them so fondly, and yeah they have problems and are dysfunctional, but they’re heroes. Of course they have problems. Even with all their baggage, they’re kind. And you clearly love them, so I do too.”

It’s hard to resist the urge to hug Danny tight enough to make him squeak while peppering his face with kisses, so Duke doesn’t. He just goes and does it, because he’s allowed to shower his husband (!) with affection (!!!) as much as he pleases.

“How are you real?” he says against the corner of Danny’s lips. “How are you so perfect! To me specifically! Honey, if we weren’t already married, I’d be going down on one knee right now.”

“I mean, you still can. We never got a proper wedding either. Think if we offer them a chance to help plan our wedding, they’ll forgive us for secretly being married for so long?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Duke says. He’s already giddy, just imagining what their wedding will look like, what song they’ll play for their first dance, where they’ll have the ceremony… He should create a Pinterest account to start putting ideas together. 

Later, though. He wants to woo Danny properly and take him on so many dates.

Dates which include dinner with the Waynes and Wayne-adjacents, apparently.

“You sure you’re okay with meeting them over dinner?” he asks, just to be sure. He knows how intense they can be, even when pretending to be normal civilians. It took him years to get used to them, himself, and he doesn’t want to push Danny into doing something he’s not ready to do.

Danny cups Duke’s face in his hands and gives him a quick, reassuring kiss. “I’m sure. If nothing else, it’ll be fun to see how long it takes for them to realize I’m not fully human.”

“I really am glad it’s you.”

“Yeah, me too. I’d choose you all over again if given the choice.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Duke laughs, wrapping an arm around Danny’s waist.

“Can we nap now? Now that you’re here and holding me, it’s taking everything I’ve got to stay awake.”

“Yeah, we can nap now.” Duke settles into the pillows, Danny cradled in his arms and closes his eyes to bask in the quiet easiness of it all. 

He really couldn’t ask for a better husband, unexpected as he was. The others will see that too, once they meet him. It’s impossible to not love Danny once you meet him; Duke knows this all too well.

He loves his husband.

And his husband loves him back.

Duke is fully prepared to keep making that choice for the rest of his life.

[theprophetsaid]

 THE UNSUNG WRITING ‘PARTNERSHIP’ OF MERCURY-MAY

I think what you’ve got with Queen is the Lennon-McCartney, the Buckingham-Nicks, the Townsend-Daltrey... You’ve got the two people in Freddie Mercury and Brian May who actually couldn’t really have done it on their own and needed each other — Trevor Dann

[schwarz-san]

Pokemon x DP

A part two somehow.

…if this continue, this thing's gonna need a title.

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Stepping out of the portal, Danny is Immediately greeted by a lush green forest, clear blue sky and a nice looking city carved on a mountain near by.

And for some reason, Danny could smell meteorites…

Anyway, everything seems nice so far, Sam would definitely like the place.

(Back in the Black Frost Castle, it's what they named to the new Royal Castle keep made out of irridescent black ice peppered with sparkling white specks that sometimes moves so slowly and form swirls in them that makes them look like the galaxy it self has been frozen and compressed then turned in to a castle on top of Dannys Haunt, Sam perked up from the piles of paper works she was signing about some dude from DCM (DC multiverse) named 'Constantine', she narrowed her eyes at no where specifically.

"I feel like someones having fun without me."

Poking out his head out of the literal mountain of paperworks that hes been buried, Tucker shrugged at Sam, "Probably just Danny."

She seethed at that, "Oh, he is soo getting it when gets back here."

Pulling off the document attached to his face about some Eldritch Dorito God with a top hat destroying multiple Universe, and killing someone called Time Baby, Tucker Grumbled, "Yeah, let him see what its like to be buried in paperworks. Just switch the Paperworks with Scorching Sands, lets see how his cold dead ass could take that."

Sam scoffed at that, "Scorching Sands? Yeah right. I'm getting The Knee–Capitator™."

Tucker shuddered at the mention of the cursed invention, his hands unconsiously touching his own knee caps as if reassuring himself that it's there, not gone, wasn't real, just a nightmare. Nope, nope. "Well let's not be hasty—)

He heard a chirp to his left and see a pair of grey birds about the same size of a domesticated chicken, Starly, perched on a tree branch.

Yeah right, Pokemon.

They are literally everywhere, the sky, the trees, the waters, under ground and literally everywhere else.

Which of course, makes sense. This is the a Pokemon universe.

He got to admit, this pokemons are really nice to see in real life and not just from screen and manga.

They give off this vibe full of life that is slightly in contrast with ectoplasm.

'Must be Aura.'

After he got over his initial awe, Danny immeadiately start to work. He turn invisible and fly to the nearest computer connected to the internet and dive in to it.

Danny is so relieved that Technus never thought of doing the same thing when he was still fighting ghost and repelling ghost attacks.

Danny doesn't want to imagine the damage that he could have done.

Just so much black mail material its not even funny.

…to be honest, danny still isn't sure how his embarassing baby photos got leaked online even now.

He suspect Vlad though, that creep.

Or Dani, with Tucker's help to be honest.

That feral gremlin child, he wonder where all that gremlin energy comes from 'cause its definitely wasn't from him.

(She did, in fact, got it from him.)

After getting all the necessary info that he needed, he switched to finding people that have the most dubious pressense and totally suspicious income before promptly taking a considerable amount of money for himself before forging documents and records for one Daniel James Fenton-Nightingale.

(He got to thanks Tucker and Technus for teaching how to forge documents and records.)

So after that, standing in front of the counter buying trainer gears and 10 pokeballs is a newbie trainer named Daniel from the boonies who likes to be called Danny.

…and since he bought 10 pokeballs, he also got a free commemorative premier ball.

Nice.

He stashed away the pokeballs in his newly acquired bag and review all the info he managed to gather up.

First of the many things he learned is that one Satoshi "Ash" Ketchum from Pallet town in Kanto Region do exist.

He's also thirteen years old and have been the reigning world pokemon world champion for three consecutive years with Cynthia and Leon alternating for second place every now and then.

Expected, since Leon is Leon and Cynthia is the Best Girl.

(Every one he knew agreed, even Sam, agreed.)

Second, he's actually in Sinnoh, Veilstone City to be specific.

It actually explained why he could smell meteorites.

Third, it turns out that the 4 moves limit game mechanic doesn't really apply here, which means that pokemon has much more diverse power set in terms of moves than they do in games and anime.

(Danny could tell that its gonna be a very very fun ride, he just knew it.)

Lastly, and probably the thing he was most concern of, the English Pokemon Theme song (by Jason Paige) apparently does not exist in any form in this Universe.

Ember would be appaled and disappointed by the fact.

…getting over the absence of the iconic song, Danny started his adventure in the nearest route (route 215) to get his veey first pokemon.

Apparently, getting a regional starter from the local professor either required a sponsor, placing first in a pokemon school, a paid Trainer plan, or a recommendation from someone important or from the regional professor themself.

Most people got their starter either by gift from someone else, an egg or paying a trainer to catch one.

All of the options being out of dannys normal reach.

So the tall grass it is.

Now, to find a good starter poke—

Something absolutely feral jumped on him.

Welp, lucky him.

He reared his fist back and absolutely throw hand with the feral thing. He grinned full of razor sharp teeth, matching it with its energy.

Ah, sweet old misplace aggression. How nice of you to visit.

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@seraphinedemort

Whelp, this is my first time tagging someone but since you asked, then why not?

Also, done! Don't know when the next thing will come out if i ever get myself to start on it since im busy, lazy and quick to be distracted.

Anyway, Schwarz out!

Pokemon x DP

This idea just won't leave me alone for some reason.

So yeah, it's been a millenia and Danny has been the ghost king for a very long time.

Probably longer since time flows inconsistently and in a nonlinear fashion in the infinite realms.

He just finished all of Pariah's Neglected paper works and messed up and he's Stressed and Dead Tired™ that he needs to relax.

He completely skim through every media entertainment he could get his ghostly hands in to, managing to finish One Piece, Detective conan, MCU, DC, Spongebob, the entire pokemon franchise (games, manga, anime, movies included), complete slew of movies of different genres, games and many, many more.

He's still stressed though…

So Vacation it is!

He had a hard time deciding where he would go before someone joked about going to another multiverse just for a vacatiin and you know what? Danny like that.

(Tucker wasn't serious obviously, he was just kidding!

"Danny! Wait—! Aaaaaan he's gone."

Sam entered the office with a bunch of ghost behind her carrying ghostly paper works and request from multiple Gods, Death Gods, and Eldritch entities.

She take one glance to the office and to tuckers sheepish expression and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Okay spill, where's Danny?"

"Funny, you see—"

After the explanation, Sam sighed.

"You do the paperworks then."

"What?!"

"You dig your own grave and your own coffin, you sleep on it."

"Excuse you! I'm not Vlad! And FYI! I sleep on my Sarcophagus!"

"Don't care, what ever.")

Danny then remembered pokedex entries:

[Phantump–the Stump pokemon]

[These Pokémon are stumps possessed by the spirits of children who died in the forest. Their cries sound like eerie screams.]

Just like the kind of universe he belongs to!

Ignoring Tucker's voice, he opened up a portal and immediately dive in.

(He could sense the presence of the dreadfull paperworks getting closer, better skedaddle before he got caught)

He grinned and transform himself into human before shifting his age to that of a teenager, this is gonna be fun.

___

If you tell Paul previously that he would end up travelling sinnoh again with a fresh team and a traveling companion like a certain World Champion from Pallet town does all the time, then he would have scoffed or sneer at you before insulting youe intelligence.

"GET DOWN HERE YOU MENACE!!!"

Paul screamed at the tooof his lungs towardshus travelling comoanion. The said menace just grin before—

"WAIT—STOP!!!"

The menace jumped off the fucking cliff.

Paul almost have an heart attack before his companion harmlessly lands on the ground with both of his feet.

There was a big explosion of dust and dirt that Paul had to cover his eyes. The ground gave in and he could see the dark haired teen standing on the crater unharmed.

He gawked, before sighing in resignation.

Of course, he just have to get a super human, just like a certain boy from Pallet, for a travelling companion.

"Come—on Paul! Live a little would ya? Look at me, I'm half dead yet I'm having more fun than you! Give it a try for a yourself!"

Its official, this is karma for being awful and for all the things he did and said before.

[sahnejungsliebhaber]

„Ich bin ganz schön pummelig geworden. Alles fing an, dass ich im Frühjahr in die Höhe geschossen bin. Mitte Mai hat dann der Arzt festgestellt, dass ich untergewichtig sei. Eine Förderkur sei vielleicht angebracht. In den Pfingstferien haben meine Eltern versucht mehr und kalorienreicher zu kochen und ich mehr zu essen. Nach den Feiertagen rief der Arzt an, er könne mich zu einer Förderkur anmelden für Anfang September unmittelbar nach dem Ende der Sommerferien. Toll, 6 Wochen weiter keine Schule ist super! Also habe ich sehr enthusiastisch ja gesagt. In den Sommerferien bin ich die ganze Zeit zum Aufpäppeln bei meiner Oma gewesen. Als ich zur Kur kam, haben sich die Betreuer gewundert, dass jemand so wohlgenährtes zur Mastkur geschickt wird. Am Ende der 6 Wochen war ich zwölf Kilo schwerer und der Arzt sagte, die Kur sei wohl zu gut angeschlagen bei mir und für mein Alter und Länge würde ich die Grenze zum Übergewicht um ein Pfund überschreiten. Direkt danach haben mich in den Herbstferien meine Eltern zum lange schon gebuchten zweiwöchigen Badeurlaub in Kreta mitgenommen. Mann, ist das Essen hier lecker. Ich habe ständig mir Berge auf den Teller geschaufelt. Meine Eltern trauen sich nichts zu sagen, auch wenn sie verkniffenes Gesicht machten. Wahrscheinlich weil sie wollen, dass ich den Urlaub genieße und sie sich mitschuldig fühlen, dass ich so aufgegangen bin. Morgen geht es zurück. Ich bin gespannt wie sehr dort über mich gelästert und ob ich gehänselt werde? Vermutlich geschieht es eher hinter meinem Rücken. Mein Sportlehrer und Trainer wird Augen machen. In die Leichtathletikmannschaft kehre ich wohl nicht mehr zurück.

“I've become quite plump. It all started when I skyrocketed in the spring. In mid-May, the doctor decided that I was underweight. A speciel weightgaining cure might be appropriate. During the Whitsun break, my parents tried to cook more and with more calories and I tried to eat more. After the holidays, the doctor called to say that he could register me for a nutritional support cure at the beginning of September, immediately after the end of the summer vacations. Great, no school for another 6 weeks is great! So I very enthusiastically said yes. During the summer vacation, I spent the whole time at my grandma's house to feed up me. When I arrived for the cure, the carers were surprised that someone so well-fed was being sent for a fattening cure. At the end of the six weeks, I was twelve kilos heavier and the doctor said that the cure had probably worked too well for me and that I was a pound overweight for my age and length. Immediately afterwards, my parents took me on a two-week beach vacation in Crete during the autumn break. Man, the food here is delicious. I was constantly shoveling mountains onto my plate. My parents didn't dare say anything,( even though they made a pinched face). Probably because they want me to enjoy my vacation and they feel guilty that I'm so risen. I'm going back tomorrow. I'm curious to see how much I'll be gossiped about there and whether I'll be teased? It will probably happen behind my back. My PE teacher and coach will be surprised. I probably won't be returning to the athletics team.

[srbachchan]

DAY 6015

Jalsa, Mumbai Aug 6, 2024/Aug 7 Tue/Wed 2:34 am

🪔 ,

August 07 .. birthday greetings to Ef Krishna Kumar and Ef One Narjes .. 🙏🏻❤️🚩

with affection on this day .. from the Ef family .. ❤️

aah .. a time to spend with the Ef and to be able to well spend .. to catch up with events that went by and maybe add a bit more ..

.. so a few efforts at mocks .. in order to get acclimated with the climate and then move on ..

.. but there was a Sunday GOJ on the way which was given a misnomer .. err .. a miss .. haha ! 🤣

so here be we at the GOJ ..

and some more ..

.. a bit of work too ..👆🏼

the video was too big says the tumble and so we shall wait to resize and then dadnaa dann 🎶

meanwhile .. the stories at the garam kursi get even more connected and filled with an emotion only those that can he in that situation shall comprehend ..

often these stories , in today's times are ignored or made in ridicule .. a pity .. may what the individual suffers be never the condition of those that often make fun of .. forgiveness is much greater than what is assumed in general terms .. and I bless those that have the courage to defend themselves with forgiveness , as was narrated to me at the floor KBC by a most endearing contestant ..

Love affection and the very best ever ..

Amitabh Bachchan

[seungbo-today]

Sorry to hear your having a tough time. Sending lots of love and well wishes your way 💚

😭😭 thank u 🩵

[isalabells]

it's giving

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