#You're Dead Already

[tv-moments]

Bodies

“You're Dead Already”

Director: Marco Kreuzpaintner

DoP: Joel Devlin

[thingsasbarcodes]

Bodies 1x01 - You're Dead Already

[technically-human]

Payneland² 

[flwrkid14]

A Ghost of a Chance: Tim Moves to Amity Park

Tim Drake never expected to end up in Amity Park.

It wasn’t the kind of place you’d move to voluntarily—not if you valued normalcy, peace, or, you know, not being attacked by spectral entities on the regular. But when Danny asked—his voice soft, eyes hopeful—Tim couldn’t say no.

Amity was Danny’s home.

And maybe, just maybe, it could be Tim's too.

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At first, it wasn’t bad. Tim had seen worse. Gotham had prepared him for everything, right? But there was something about Amity Park that made the shadows seem deeper, the nights colder. The constant hum of the town’s protective shields, the flicker of green in the sky—like the city itself was watching.

Danny blended back in seamlessly, slipping into old routines like he’d never left.

Tim… didn’t.

The ghosts were different. Gotham’s rogues, at least, followed patterns. There was a rhythm to crime, a predictability to chaos. Ghosts didn’t play by those rules. They came and went as they pleased, driven by grudges older than time. One day they’d fight beside you, the next, they’d haunt you.

Tim couldn’t get a read on them. Couldn’t strategize. Couldn’t feel useful.

And the more time passed, the more he felt like he was sinking.

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The bats haunted him too. Every time his phone buzzed, he half-expected to see a message from Dick or Bruce, maybe even a snarky text from Jason. But it was always quiet. No calls. No emergencies. The silence felt heavier here, like it pressed against his chest.

Danny had Amity. He had the support of people who knew him. Tim was just... there. A shadow on the edge of Danny's world. Everyone knew Danny—Phantom, their hero. They didn’t know Tim. Didn’t know who Danny was to him. More than that, they didn’t seem to care.

Tim couldn’t shake the feeling. Replaceable. At least when Jason had thrown that word at him, Tim knew there was always something he could work on to feel needed. A case to solve, a system to hack, a mission to plan.

With Danny, there was... nothing. No crises to solve, no skills that set him apart. No place where he fit.

Danny didn’t need him.

And maybe that was the worst part.

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They started drifting. Danny would leave in the middle of the night, chasing ghosts Tim didn’t understand. He’d wake up alone in a bed that felt colder by the day. The quiet wasn’t the comforting silence of the Cave or the stillness of a stakeout. It was empty. Lonely.

Tim wasn’t built for this kind of stillness.

One night, he followed Danny. Watched from the shadows as Danny fought a ghost—a brutal, violent storm of green energy and ice. Danny won, of course. Danny always won. But when he turned back, hair white and eyes glowing, something flickered. Something inhuman.

Tim realized, he doesn’t need me.

He confronted Danny that night. “Tim, you can’t follow me out there.” “Why not? You think I can’t handle it?” “It’s not that—” “Then what is it?” Danny’s eyes softened. “This place… it’s dangerous. The things I face, they’re not like Gotham’s criminals.” “I know danger, Danny. I’ve lived with it my whole life.” “That’s not the point.”

Tim’s voice cracked. “Then what is?”

Danny didn’t answer. And Tim didn’t press.

He stayed because leaving felt like admitting defeat. But sometimes, in the quiet moments, he wondered if love was enough. If Amity Park would ever feel like home. If Danny’s ghosts were more than just spectral enemies—if they were the distance growing between them.

He’d jumped too quickly, left too much behind, trusted too blindly. Maybe he’d wanted to believe that leaving Gotham meant he could start over, that he could belong to something simpler. Easier.

But it wasn’t simple. It wasn’t easier.

Tim missed the bats. Missed the chaos, the noise, the feeling of being needed. Here, he felt like a shadow—an echo of a life he wasn’t sure he’d ever get back. And if he stayed too long, he wasn’t sure there’d be anything left of him. He'd become just another ghost haunting Amity Park.

[elysiae]

without a warframe, operator uses psychological warfare against their opponents. drifter stabs them. send post

[heycallmeplease]

I love you, so much and so truly darling, I love looking at you, I love whispering all my secrets to you, I love kissing you good night, I love letting you know how much I do, I do, I do, baby I love you, can't you see ?

@skyrigel

[animatedjen]

Merrin | Jedi Survivor

[columboscreens]

[jesncin]

it's actually really easy to fix Dead In America because the perfect American father son roadtrip story already exists and we'd forgive anyone for just straight up plagiarizing the plot beat for beat

[decepti-geek]

also - I know this is secondary to the abuse that actually materialised for gaiman's victims, but I've seen enough other secondary concerns being aired that I think this one needs doing too:

Talking about the gaiman allegations in a way that treats 'fans' and 'victims' as entirely separate, siloed categories is common but supremely unhelpful. Some of his victims were fans that he met at signings. That alone means there's no clear categories, however much you might want it.

But the additional point is - Well, some of his victims were fans who liked him enough to go to signings. All of his victims seem to have been young women. There's quite a lot of people who've been fans of his work and identified as a young woman at the same point in their lives.

There is SO much disdain for the fans who have been trying to process all this stuff on a personal level, even to the extent of insinuating that personal processing is an immoral thing to do in this case. But I feel like there is basically ZERO acknowledgement, so far, that for anyone who is or has been a gaiman fan and a young woman at the same time - processing all this may well include processing the knowledge that he would likely have viewed/assessed them as a potential victim, had they met. And some of them did meet him!

That's not nothing to have to come to terms with about someone you previously looked up to, and it's not something you can easily ignore, even for the noblest of reasons!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Try Morse Core. Women Love Morse Code.

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[kineticallyanywhere]

Time & Space pages 1-2 ( This is the start || ao3 (not yet!) || next ) Starts less than 24 hours after the death of Willy Stampler. With the job done, there's finally time to sort some things out. They just need the right amount of space.

[a-most-beloved-fool]

there's a scene floating around in my head which would take place during the events of Kirk getting pulled into the nexus in Generations where Spock is at the Academy teaching when the bond he shares with Kirk is ripped from his mind. it's shocking and painful and generally devastating, so Spock just collapses right where he is, on the floor of the classroom, clutching at his head with tears streaming down his face.

His students, of course, assume some kind of illness or condition, and contact starfleet medical - and mccoy, who is spock's primary doctor and who has had medical alerts set up for both spock and kirk for years, is the one to come for him. and mccoy walks into the classroom, sees spock on the floor looking more wrecked than he has ever seen him before, and knows.

he pales, stumbles backwards a few steps, and says, "no. no. tell me it isn't true, spock." he goes to spock, kneels before him, and grabs him by the shoulders. "jim, spock! what's happened to jim?"

spock can't really do anything but collapse against mccoy, whole body shaking with grief. "dead," he chokes out, eventually, voice hoarse. "jim... is dead."

mccoy had known already, at that point - he had known the very moment he had seen spock shattered on the floor - but hearing the words still breaks him, and he sags forward like his strings have been cut.

For a time, all either of them can manage to do is hold each other on the dingy carpet and weep.

then in my heart later spock discovers that even though the bulk of the bond was torn away there are still a few thin strands left and he and mccoy use that to fish jim out of the nexus. and then the three of them live the rest of their days in peace and happiness. because i am too weak for devastation <3

[beesarekindaswag]

Accidental Internet Fame

Gothamites filming a bat sighting : "Is that Nightwing? Doing flips for no reason?"

Danny, clutching a milkshake in one hand & scrolling tumblr with the other, passing by, deadpan: "Very acrobatic"

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Gotham Reporter after an attack by Mr Freeze : "Rogue, Mr Freeze has finally been defeated by the Batman but not without leaving a trail of destruction in his wake"

Sleep deprived teenager, unfazed : "Who fucked with the thermostat?" (He isn't complaining though, ice boy likes the cold)

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Joker, holding a group of hostages whilst doing his dramatic villain thing on livestream : "Tick tock, Batsy!"

The most clown hating teenager coming out of unconsciousness to see this shit : "If I kill you, do you think I'll get arrested or a medal?"

Gotham would 100% give him a medal if he did kill the joker.

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Just,,, Danny accidentally becoming this internet meme not as Phantom but as this random twink who keeps appearing in random videos & say either the stupidest or most unhinged shit.

Bonus points if he begins to look into cameras like he's on the office. Pretend his ghost powers let him know when he's being filmed or something and so one day when a rogue says something dumb during a monologue he just looks to where he knows a camera is with a "WTF" face.

[mxfrodo]

y'all for fucking real. don't fucking write slave fics or x reader fics of aventurine's slavery??? are you guys out of your goddamn minds???

[aficionadoenthusiast]

i hope brian thompson is in the afterlife choking on trump's ear and getting denied the heimlich