#Satellite Town

[ri-afan]

Anyone got a story where Amity Park becomes independent without the rest of the USA noticing until some hero stumbles upon (or crash lands in) it?

[creator-indy]

Can I get some uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Plutocrat and satellite investors?

*crawls out the tenth pit of hell that is art block and adhd*

Here

They broke my hands

[pirateboy]

hiii can i have an album

Lou Reed - Transformer

Favourite songs: I'm Free, Perfect Day, Walk On the Wild Side, Satellite of Love

Songs I think you'd like: Satellite of Love, Vicious, Walk On the Wild Side, New York Telephone Conversation

[girlkisserr]

the day i can design kosuke's adoptive fish clan or uncles or something its over for all of you

[sorrellegiance]

nice drive up to the campsite with a bookstore stop!

frolicked in the creek while the watermelon cooled in the water and then we ate it on a flat rock in the middle of the creek!

grilled corn and marinated paneer and korean pancakes with the help of a butane blowtorch! opened a pomegranate with my bare hands!

four cheeses!! (brie, gouda, feta, and aforementioned paneer)

got tucked in with my best friend lullabying us all on the ukulele

tried to stargaze through the mesh on the tent roof

thunderbolt and lightning VERY VERY FRIGHTENING

ten minutes scrambling in the dark to get the rainfly on

piling back into the rental car (a little sedan) with all our backpacks and two sleeping bags

listened to the thunder and rain and. oh yes. hail :))))))

slept fitfully. sleeping bag wedged under for lower back support. backseats DID NOT RECLINE.

woke up at the crack of dawn. ran back and forth between the water pump and campsite to rinse off as much dirt as possible. wrestled tent and rainfly into bag. shoes drenched. muddy.

ate stale baguette and cheese off the hood of the car. nice crunchy carrots and spicy hummus!!

lovely drive back! saw lots of cattle and horses and goats and a chicken crossing the road much carpool karaoke.

best friend stayed to help me hose down the tent and it was nice getting splashed because it was so damn hot in the city

end the worst best camping experience of my life

[caramello-styles]

finally— going to watch dwd today!!

[gillmanchillman]

*sees a smoke detector in my sims house*

Excuse me, what the fuck is that

*delete*

[sakuraswordly]

[wizardairbrushedonthesideofavan]

[alpha-mag-media]

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[ur-mag]

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[realbacchus]

Hmmmmm. I think me job is fucked

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpxdc AU: consultant groups can be used to outsource problems for companies so why not monarchies?

Danny is listening to the various eyeballs and ghosts chatter on about all the issues that he now has to oversee and advise and make so many freaking decisions on. It’s annoying that it all has to come down to his call because he was a dumb 14 year old who didn’t want his town to permanently live in the ghost zone.

Now 17, King of the Infinite, and a bit wiser to the world, Danny is doing his best to balance his teenage ambitions to not give a shit and his protective obsession to very much give a shit.

Sams parents are making her learn the family business and Tucker is trying to make this internship he’s got with a fancy tech company out of New Jersey into a career without college… so while they’re commiserating with Danny the idea comes up.

Earth has a shit ton of heroes. Like, ever since the Justice League *poofed* the GIW out of existence with the Meta human acts- more and more caped crusaders seemed to be coming out of the wood work. More villains too but still, more people who seemed wise to their abilities and morals. Danny has literally never taken an ethics class.

But rn, Eye-mothy and Eye-Bert are arguing over how Danny as King Phantom is supposed to tackle the problem of some fucking pool acting as a weird trade route with a cult and… ugh it’s just so boring but like also such a fucking problem. But… maybe it can be someone else’s issue.

Opening a portal, Danny escapes into space and gets to work finding the base of operations- Tucker had told him there was a new satellite after all and there’s no way it wasn’t connected to the hero orgs- and boom he flies into the Watchtower.

“Hey- are any of you guys willing to consult on some weird pools of ectoplasm in Pakistan? Green and glowing little lakes of bullshit and magic?” Danny asks into the meeting room of the JL regardless of their startled and alarmed exclamations.

“… I could consult on that.” A voice comes from the corner, and Danny recognizes him as one of the bat people. Or bird? The guy is in a lot of red and clearly wasn’t supposed to be in this meeting based on the way he’s propped in the corner. The room erupts in protest but Danny barely hears them through his excitement and focus on the dude.

“Great! I’ll have him back before the end of the day! Lets go Bird boy!” And with that, Danny grabbed the Bird, chucked them both through a portal back into his thrown room and begins to explain the way these eyeballs are totally trying to trap him into doing more work than he needs to do.

“What do I call you by the way? I’m Danny but you’ll probably hear them call me King Phantom.”

“I go by Red Robin, and honestly, I’ve been trying to get this shit taken care of for years.”

From there Tim becomes a regular consultant for King Phantom- the Bat Family is losing their minds with him constantly going to the land of the dead but also Constantine said not to piss off the king at all costs.

Danny is just thrilled that this dude has a shit ton of insight as well as business sense- like he could legit run the monarchy way better than him despite the fact that they’re the same age.

They end up working together for years, and even when there’s not an active issue at hand, Danny will meet up with the bird just to talk.

Sam and Tucker think they’re hilarious each time they ask if Danny’s proposed yet.

Tim has already planned their wedding but all of that information is in a folder more secured than the nuclear codes- Danny needs to ask him on a date first.

[aufgeloest]

[inkskinned]

how many times can you live through the apocalypse?

when you were little there was this beach that was free to go to. you didn't really like it on account of the litter. at one point, a white bag caught around your ankle, and for a moment (fish child), you panicked about jellyfish. on the foam, the red-pink words read thank you, stacked on top of each other, tangled in the kelp.

they have a new program (three thousand american dollars) to send your dead relative to the moon. there is a lot of evidence that our local orbit is becoming ever-more dangerously populated with "micro" satellites - debris in a round miasma becoming a thick web above us. maybe angels cannot hear us through the pollution.

you used to picture deep space like a thick membrane, or a blanket. someone said to you once the universe has no edge and that fucked with you for a long time, trying to picture what shape infinity has. your coworker is writing a short story about ecological collapse, which she is submitting for a little side-money so she can survive the current economical collapse.

the birds haven't gone to sleep this winter. that is probably bad. something that actually freaks you out is the natural temperature of human bodies versus the survival temperature of certain fungi. there is a podcast called s-town, in which a man kills himself over climate anxiety. he was probably meant to seem sort of unhinged. it just seems like it is becoming increasingly clear he was being honest.

space is not empty, we have put our dead into the stars. at some point they will figure out how to put ads into our sleep. you need to pay for the greenlife subscription service to be able to save the world.

there is a lot of ways this poem ends. but you have been wearing the same jeans and shirts since you were, like, 18. it is a hard life, sometimes, watching the entire foundation crack. there was this one moment over the summer, where you were shaking with heat exhaustion and dehydration. you were offered a nestle water bottle.

for three thousand dollars, you can send your ashes into space.

instead, you wash out the peanut butter jar. you put the avocado-toothpick spiked seed ball into water (even though they never grow very far). you borrow what you do not want to buy. you pick up any litter you find. you do not have a lot of control, really. but where you do - if there is one thing you can do, you do it.

something about that. you need to believe that must be true for the rest of humanity. or maybe - you need to believe that to be true, or else there will not be a rest of humanity.

[caramello-styles]

I’m at the airport (again)