#i know ECO isn't like that anymore

[over-powered-reader-insert]

Two Kings and a Heir

Ghost king Nico Di Angelo meets Ghost king Danny Fenton who meets Damain Wayne after some how being launched in to the dc univers ( Nico and Danny that is)

Danny needed a safe place as his univers is nolonger ( reaveal gone wrong)

Nico isn't sure how he got into the dc universe but he's knows that he's not in his new work any more ( takes place before the trils of Apollo)

Because ghost work diifertly in the dc universe Danny would have relearn how to use his powers: ie control over his ice core, intangibility, invisibility, ghostly wail, eco blast ect. His ghost sense is going haywire, half going off. There's no puff of mist leaving his mouth, but is has his entire body tense. Danny learns quickly that the ghost of this world works differently, no one but him can see them, and even then it's hard for him the see them half the time. ( it's just a slivery after image in hisn periphery but they disappear when he tries to look at them head on.)

Hunger still affects Danny, not as much as before the accident, but he's still half human and he still need to eat. Something cheep and greasy. There were no nasty burger here, just a place called bat burger where he clocks an nother kid around his age as being something more then a laminar but close to a halfa like him, developing core maybe?

Nico new that he wasn't in New York anymore when he woke up, and he's quick to learn that he's in jersey, in a city call gotham. A place that didn't exist before. he's half scared that he was placed in the lotus casino again, he knows that's impossable. but the fear lingers. ( it happens once but who's to say that it won't happen again?) Nico needed information, he don't know where he is, when he is , so he plans to summon a ghost. But first he needs a happy meal.

The clost thing to a mc' Donald's is a place called bat burger. There Nico meets Danny, and they both clock each other as pooled who has an extremely association with death, and the underworld. Another child of hades? Maybe.

Silent communication passed he tween the two of them. The cashier clears her throat, and Danny orders first before stepping to the side and lingering awkwardly behind the other boy as he places his order, a kids meal. The kid walks to a booth at the back, one shrouded in shadows. Danny is half compiled to follow, every time he meets a halfa they tried to kill him first and get to know him second. But so far this was going great. He joins the kid at the booth.

Silence lingers between then the boy stared out the window at the few passing cars, Danny decided to pick at napickn, a black stylized bat decorated the corner. How was she supposed to go about this with out fist flying? He's not at his strongest at the moment. He's been doing good so far at ignoring the ach of the vivisection wound. Hastily stitched half healed, sleeping and eating would heald the thing faster, he just need a place to sleep, and stock up kn canned food and granola bars. Maybe he could break into one of the abandon buildings.

" Nico." The boys said suddenly.

Um

What?

Name, name, names. That was his name. He should-

" Danny! Yeah... call me Danny."

This was a good start, names are good. It doesn't matter that he's on the sudden verg of panic, or that he was getting a migraine from the constant half use of his ghost sense.

" son of hades?" Nico asked tentatively as I'd he was sharing a secret.

" what? No my dad isn't-"

" Hecate then, she's your mother right? Your too old not to know who your godly parent is, and you can't be unclaimed." Nico said in a rapid wishper, his eyes darting around the room as if expecting someone to attack.

" No wait, dude calm down, I think I know what's going on." But before he could answer they were called to get food. Looking over his shoulder the cashier looked unimpressed. Right food, the original reason why he's here.

Part two later

[trinketfairy]

SQUISHMALLOWS/BUM BUMZ ALTERNATIVE MASTERPOST

After posting my warning on Jazwares for supporting Israel, I've been asked time and time again to make my alternative plushies brands available for non-Twitter users, to which I say "absolutely, fuck that site." It's well overdue at this point, so here's my list of plush brands that are way better than Squishmallows and Bum Bumz!

Unfortunately can't provide images due to Tumblr's image limit, but I'll provide websites for you to search through when available.

Complete list is under a readmore for convenience.

Squishables: If you want that same "kawaii" aesthetic and round shapes, Squishables is your best bet. They're great too because a lot of their plush are designed by fans who are given a cut of their sales. Sign up for their email notifications, they have sales very often!

Amuse/Amufun: If you're really into the "kawaii" aesthetic, then it makes sense to look directly towards Japanese brands! You may know them for their Alpacasso line. It can be expensive to get them imported, but I think they're very much worth it.

Jellycat: I can't say I 100% recommend their newer plush anymore considering their steep decline in quality, but their older plush are still so wonderful and full of character. You're bound to find something by them that you like from their catalogue. (Editor's note: This is what my original thread said, but it seems like Jellycat has improved their quality control, so I feel much better with recommending them again!)

Mary Meyer: If JC is too much out of your price range, then Mary Meyer is what I recommend next to them! Their Marshmallow Zoo line is a huge favourite of mine, I love how full of character they are.

Aurora World: Aurora World has plenty of brands under their belt, so there's bound to be something that tickles your fancy. Brands under the Aurora World company include Palm Pals, Eco Nation, Miyoni, and their baby line, Ebba.

Steiff: Ah yes, the OG teddy bear brand, the one that started it all and is still going strong. Be warned that they can get pretty expensive depending on what you're looking at, but I hear that they're so worth every single penny.

Douglas Cuddle Toys: Probably the quintessential plush brand when it comes to realistic plush, especially cats and dogs, but they have tons of other species available too! Pretty affordable too if you're buying them at retail price

Wild Republic: Another one that does more realistic-looking plush, but I think they have a wider selection of species to choose from. If you're looking for a niche animal, Wild Republic (likely) has you covered!

Shinada Morisaka Global: Another plush brand I have yet to get my hands on, but one that I hear fantastic things about. I mean come on, how can you not love these little guys??

Pokemon Center: Jazwares unfortunately holds the license to make Pokemon plush, but that doesn't mean they're your only option when it comes to Pokeplush! TPC has been making their own Pokeplush for ages now, and they have plenty of different lines to suit your tastes.

Sunlemon: They're expensive to get imported but oh my god are they worth it. The quality is truly umatched compared to American plushies, I adore my tanuki to bits. Please get more eyes on their stuff.

Prime Shiba: Definitely a more expensive option, but I think they're cute plushies for every dog lover. Their stuff often goes on sale often so definitely take advantage of them!

Plushie Dreadfuls: You've probably seen one of their mental illness-themed bunnies before, but have you seen their Pride and Zodiac collections too? They also have many generic-looking plush if the personalization isn't up your alley! Ok so this was in my Twitter thread but apparently since then some shit has gone down with the company CEO making some offhand remarks that got misinterpreted but he acted like an ass in response to it, I recommend doing your own research on it before you buy in case that's not something you wanna support.

StrawbunnyCake: Want to go more small business? Consider supporting a fellow disabled creator, StrawbunnyCake! Their stuff is adorable, and you're sure to fall in love with their characters.

Hannimations: Also on the list of small businesses is Hannimator! Easily best known for their Pride-related Colourful Puppies/Kittens plush lines

Paleoplushies: If you're super into dinosaurs and other preshistoric animals, then Paleoplushies is sure to have something you'll like! They're all handmade by a single artist, so please show them your love and kindness

Cirquell Curiosities: Another great small business to support, most known for their high-end demon goat plushies! A lot of their stuff is one of a kind too, so they're the place to go if you're looking for a unique plush.

Snughouls: The unique and elusive Care Weres line by McMadMissile is sure to win over your heart! It originally started as just being the werewolves, but has since expanded to all kinds of demonic creatures from the Kickstarter! There's even some designs waiting to be funded!

Next are a bunch of brands that weren't personally recommended by me, but get my seal of approval:

AfternoonFika

Creep Cat Toy Co.

Weighted Wildlife

Tasty Peach Studios

Bunnies By The Bay

Snoozimals

Smoko

ChottoBonita

Honeylambs

CraftedCuddlez

Cyborutchi

Fluffnest

MarDeLunaArts (+ on Etsy)

Bellzi

B Softies by B Toys

That's all I have to share, but if you have any other brands you think are worth highlighting then by all means I invite you to reblog with your additions. Please remember that this is a collective effort and we're all counting on each other to act. Keep your head up, don't stop talking about Palestine, and remember to prioritize the official BDS brands list. From the river to the sea 🇵🇸🍉🕊️🫒

[hecketernal]

Everyone Thinks Jak Is Dying AU (Aka everyone miscommunicates to some pretty ridiculous and angsty levels but Jak's totally fine) ((pls read I swear I still have some comfort with this hurt some funny with the tragedy pls hear me out))

Explanation: I had had this weird impression that Jak was flat out dying from dark eco poisoning, when I was a kid. It seems kid me had made some assumptions from listening to Baron Praxis' propaganda stations where he flat out says, "The dark eco inside you will eventually kill you, Jak," and the way Jak first reacted to getting light eco.

Everyone else seemed to die in the Dark Warrior Project. Hell, they flat out acknowledge Jak should be dead himself from the amount of dark eco pumped into him. Even if a slow death via eco poisoning isn't what the games were going for, it would still make sense lorewise. The game will insta kill you for falling into the stuff.

Buuuuut for a moment just consider...applying that misconception to Damas and Jak's growing paternal bond.

Jak, in his freshly betrayed wariness, decides to hide his dark eco abilities. He's tired. He can't trust anyone except for Daxter, but Daxter is The Exception in capital letters and everything. Jak has found a force he can't or isn't equipped to beat within the long, hot stretch of the desert with no Keira to build a contraption to get them out. He doesn't even know... if Keira cares enough to build some zoomer with a heat shield or whatever would come to her mechanical mind for them anymore. None of his "allies" spoke up very loudly to defend Jak, so Jak stashes his otherness away. Well, he hides it to the best of his abilities. He'll never be a spy, but he can manage a few marauders in some Arena of Death with just a gun and some effort. Transforming had always been last resort anyways. With fear from his betrayal instead of anger leading him, he never transforms in front of all of Spargus to see. He's doesn't want to be Baron Praxis' renegade weapon, the man made monster that slipped its leash. He wants a moment without that. He can't go back to the kid from Sandover. He doesn't want to, but the idea of being just another exile like everyone else is...heady.

Jak doesn't know that he can't hide what's already been seen. Dark eco scars are distinctive, and Jak's were very visible during his stint with unconsciousness and heatstroke. The monks had attended to the two boys, but they had not done so silently. Precursor monks did not care to censor their muttering about dark eco corruption. Their prayers for salvation or less pain for the boy were easily overheard by the alert King of Spargus. It's likewise impossible to hide the way dark eco skitters towards Jak. The way it sinks into his skin. The way his pallor goes white. His face pained. The way the newest recruit sometimes clutches an arm, angling it away from view. Jak does manage to hide the growing claws with this action, so good for him. Bad for Damas.

Damas is under the impression that Jak is dying. Dark eco poisoning is an unpleasant but often inescapable death sentence for even the strongest warriors. He's known good Wastelanders that had to be buried after just a brush with the energy. It might be slow with this new recruit, but it will come all the same. Won't it? Damas tries his best to remain distant. His heart has already been shattered from the loss of one child, but it seems those broken shards are destined to break a little more. Jak is so damningly earnest for someone who tries to act jaded and tough. Damas can't remain distant. Every wall Damas builds is blasted away by the young warrior's newest actions. Damas is doing his best to hold himself together, but inside he is a mess. He doesn't want to lose another son. When Jak spoke of not knowing his father, Damas realized there was one thought more agonizing than losing another son, a lonely son dying fatherless. It catalyzes the father for he cannot stop thinking of himself as anything but a father. Isn't this what he always told himself he would do anything for? Another moment with his child? Damas will not squander the time they have left. Besides, the desert is rough and fickle, and violent death has come for all of Spargus' other kings. He might worry for naught. His death might come for him sooner than Jak's.

[themetalvirus]

Hi! Since it's your birthday, I thought that this would be the best date to tell you something.

I think your niche interest in fountain pens is fascinating. It's up to you how often you talk about it, of course. Regardless, I can't help but wish you would talk about it more often. I wanna know more details! Like, since when did you start having this interest? Are there more fountain pen doodles you'd like to share on your blog? Stuff like that.

Personally, I've been curious about fountain pens for a while. I never quite knew when or if to start looking into them, but now that I found your blog, I'm kinda interested in giving them a shot, even if just to satisfy my curiosity.

That's really it. I hope my anonymous ask doesn't come off as creepy, that's not my intention, but words through a screen alone don't do very well at communicating intentions and tone sometimes, I believe. Thanks for reading :)

oh my gosh thank you so much for reaching out!!!

since sonic isn't my special interest anymore (though it's still an interest!), i just don't doodle sonics as much as before. i'm still drawing with my FPs almost every day, but it's mostly danny phantom stuff and is posted on my main. im replying on my ipad and all the pics are taken on my phone (better camera) so i cant find them rn 😭

but yes im still way into them! your ask has some fortuitous timing because i JUST got myself a birthday gift of a new pen that i've been staring at forever. some unexpected money came in from an unrelated thing so i decided to treat myself to a lamy dialog cc in blue!

as to how i got into it, my ex girlfriend was really into dip pens and would send me videos she liked about fountain pens and how they worked. i've been interested in them for a while too, but the first three pens i got were all godawful and so i bounced off of the hobby for SEVERAL years before my ex ended up getting me back into it. she also got me into typewriters, if you would believe it. she got me the first FP that i'd ever liked, a twsbi eco, and i was hooked ever since.

not that i'm biased or anything but YOU SHOULD TOTALLY GET YOUR FIRST FP AND SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT. they're SO fun to use and are better for the environment than disposable pens, especially if you write in pen often. there's lots of options for different use cases too!

some folks swear by the pilot metropolitan, but i strongly dislike it and actually gave it to my ex as a gift while we were dating lol (she ended up really liking it actually). it just has a very short, slippery grip section and a teeny tiny ink capacity.

in short, actual recommendations: lamy safari (pros: reliable, cons: proprietary cartridges and converters), jinhao shark (cheap, reliable, takes international standard carts and converters!), twsbi eco (pros: writes smooth and juicy, ink capacity for days, cons: prone to cracking), platinum preppy (reliable writers but also very very prone to cracking)

feel free to ask for ANY details, i love talking about this SO MUCH so if you have any further questions PLEASE just let them at me! that goes for anyone curious about fountain pens, not just this anon. it'd be such a good bday gift blinking my eyes cutely at my followers

also this doesnt come off as creepy at all, i'm actually really flattered ^__^

[uten4]

The readings thing is like a basic principle of media analysis I should have internalized back in high school English class but I feel like it would do me good to look into it more now that it's fuzzier lol ^_^'

For starters, it certainly seems that not everyone agrees on the guidelines for how far you can read into a text. From "Introduction to Strategies for Conducting Literary Research":

Umberto Eco stated that literature allows for a range of interpretations but some are better than others. Their disagreements center on the freedom of the reader. Should the reader be able to make any meaning whatsoever from a text? Does the text resist interpretation and insist on being read on its own terms? What constrains the reader’s freedom to interpret? Do constraints arise from the author, from within the text itself, from within the reader, or from within the culture?

But still, the basic principle is still there, and it's good to think about. My main ways of approaching media analysis where I'm extracting implications are (1) trying to figure out what the author's intent was, and (2) trying to figure out what facts and implications exist in the text regardless of what the author may have intended.

I do genuinely find that super fun and rewarding. I love being an investigator or treasure hunter searching for the ""Truth,"" even if I can generally acknowledge that other people have other ways they'd prefer to see things.

But if I have an idea about a text which is not necessarily strongly or unambiguously supported by it, I usually say something like, "Well, I'm just going to believe that _." Now I see and have more clearly in the forefront of my mind that maybe I can say, "My reading of this is _" or "My interpretation of this line is _."

But I think my brain goes totally off the rails when the idea I have about the text which is not very very strongly supported by it is, "This character is gay." Especially male characters. There's a sense of embarrassment to me in making such claims unless I have proof from the text that it is the most sensible interpretation. And there's a sense of vindication in being able to say "This is what the author intended and here's why."

I guess I have this tendency because I've always seen soooo many examples online of people getting extremely angry or self-righteous in response to gay interpretations of characters... even when it's not even really an interpretation because it is extremely obvious. Plus I really don't want to be seen as the stereotype of a delusional queer or delusional fangirl. I want to have all of the most airtight evidence for it, especially for male characters (I think claiming a male character is gay would be more likely to incite doubt or scorn towards me specifically. Not that I don't hate the idea of being seen as a crazy and cringey sapphic too 😖).

So when things are ambiguous to me-- when it's neither exactly a simple headcanon nor a Fact that I feel confident I can Prove-- I go insane.

Even if it's a work like Tower of Go/d that I don't really like anymore and that I don't plan to engage with the fandom on! I go over the lines and panels in my head obsessively to see if I could be wrong or where I'm wrong, and I feel irritated that the awesome way that I think the story could be isn't the way everyone else is forced to see it. I have to be the weirdo. Though I know I have a LOT of company on reading Khu/n as gay, I still feel like the weirdo if I can't justify it beyond reasonable doubt, if I can't prove to myself that this is what the author wants to convey above everything.

But I don't have to feel like this. There is not a singular truth for everything, and readers are free to have their own perspectives on what the story is saying. And you know, I actually don't think SI/U is under any obligation to validate me on this. He has, accident or not, provided plenty of grounds for this interpretation, while still maintaining the possibility of the alternate interpretation that Khu/n is extremely obsessive and possessive in a platonic way. Imo, it is obvious from the story (at least up to where I've read) that SI/U does not hate the interpretation of Khu/n as gay. So it's not even like I'm doing something upsetting to the author or diametrically opposed to what he would want. I have to be brave and just interpret the text the way that I think would be awesome. I have to exist within the ambiguity. Cue the Dune monologue. No one has to agree with me, and I'm not saying it's objective facts, but I read Khu/n as gay because I think it would make sense and would be very sweet and awesome. And now maybe I can rest.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

if we're doing batpham stuff i have to share the terrible but hilarious au in my head

dark danny/dan is "redeemed" kinda , (clockwork made him half human again and he's feeling things in a way that he hasn't since he merged with vlad and he hates it)

anyways things go badly

maybe bad parents maddie and jack but also could be dead protecting their 4 kids and their liminal friends

dan, jazz, danny, ellie, tucker, sam and valerie get to the ghost zone

clockwork being both super powerful and super unhelpful drops them into the gotham of another universe without so much as a by your leave and deages then

dan's 18/19, jazz is 13, danny, ellie, sam, tucker, and valerie are all 8

which you know is already stressful but apparently deageing doesn't make any of them any more human then they were before the deageing

so here dan is still half ghost (unsurprising bc he got those powers at 13 him still having them makes sense)

jazz is an empath (being 13 is bad enough without the ability to feel other ppls emotions dan actually feels really bad for her)

valerie still has her ecto-exoskeleton (which he didn't realize until val fell off a building and holy shit was that terrifying)

sam has the plant powers being possessed by undergrowth gave her (looks like that joke he made back when he was danny about her being an eco-terrorist isn't going to be a joke anymore)

tucker has magic still (gods dan wants to cry, he loved tuck like a brother but the boy had shit self control when he was 18 who thought giving him magic at 8 was a good idea)

and danny and ellie are both still half ghost (which holy fuck dan realizes that there's no anti-ecto laws in this world but child trafficking is still a thing and these brats are powerful !)

anyways they're making due

they found a place to squat in the ally there's a lot of theft happing with dan's ghost powers

right up until jason finds dan standing over joker's dead body with a gaggle of brats behind him

and jason always figured that he'd fall for whoever killed the joker he just figured it have less dramatics then one of his novels

I love everything about this

[peacerisendove]

Big Ethel Energy S2 Episode 25 and 26

The best thing this comic has done so far is focus on Veronica and her blooming love life because I love to see it. It's interesting , it gets away from our annoying protagonist, it gives this comic life that doesn't seem insular.

And honestly that's what you want in a comic that is about life! You want to see the surrounding environment and what's going on because when the focus is solely on your protagonist and their problems it does get tedious especially when that protagonist appears self centered, never recognizes their own faults/wrongs, and bad mouths the people around her amongst other things.

For once something that feels extraneous and separate to Ethel and her main character life! And that is a good thing as I've mentioned!

I love something that has absolutely nothing to do with her. Ronnie is out living her life and getting interested in another man. It's very cute and wholesome how she's very into this guy without him even realizing. They're very different and it's super cute. Especially with how she genuinely wants to learn more about being more eco-friendly and not wasting.

I feel like these bit are trying to maker Veronica come off as rude, but I don't see it that way. She feels professional and focused, even though she really wants to get to know more about Gilbert.

Aaaaaand back to Big Ethel Drama we are.

Honestly, Betty's reaction is exaggerated. Someone else has a crush on the guy you like and said guy said no to you before? You deal with that kind of thing.

You don't own Seth.

Ethel is in a relationship and isn't going after Seth. She has a crush, but she's not going to currently act on it.

The only person Betty can be reasonably upset with is either Seth for rejecting (because it always hurts when the guy you like doesn't like you back) or herself. It's unreasonably to be mad at Ethel for something she can't control, but also isn't even a thing. She's making a mountain out of molehill and her response is exaggerated.

Though honestly, lets look at the comic, Betty has had a lot of time to be upset over Seth not liking her back, so her being mad even now is ridiculous in my opinion. She is rejected by Seth in S1 Episode Episode 50. I'm assuming it is around fall because Ethel states she was away on Holiday at the start of Season 2, so I think Betty's had more than a few months to process. The last time we heard about her opinion of Seth was S2 Episode 15, where she said: "I'm not angry at him anymore for not wanting to date me, but I'm still hurting a bit from his rejection".

Above Image: Season 2 Episode 15

SO which is it Betty? Why do you feel so goddamn attached and possessive of a man who has no interest in dating you and who we barely see you interacting with??

And even if it's just the rejection hurting her, that gives you not right or reason to bite your friend's head off for JUST HAVING A CRUSH when she is ALREADY IN A RELATIONSHIP AND PROBABLY WON'T ACT ON IT. Betty is fueling her own fears and anxieties and that's her own fault. It's honestly just ridiculous to watch as well.

This little reaction makes her seem really entitled and childish overall, which are aspects I don't associate with the general idea of Betty's character in the Archie Universe (essentially the concept of Betty over all as someone who's read the old comics).

-sigh- Man, I know this misunderstanding is going to blow up in Ethel's face and I genuinely feel bad for her in this instance.

Episode 26

OKAY NOW I CAN GET INTO THIS.

GIRL NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU. YOU'VE HAD SO LONG TO PROCESS YOUR FEELINGS. This is only your issue no one else's. It's truly so embarrassing and ridiculous to watch this go down.

Why is almost everyone in in this comic is so terrible? It's not even a reasonable sort of terrible you know? Yeah people get angry but it feels like drama for drama's sake.

NO YOU FUCKING DIDN'T DUMBASS. I HAVE THE RECEIPTS. FUCKING SETH POINTED THAT OUT TO YOU, YOU CALLED IT MANSPLAINING AFTER HE REJECTED YOU.

Above: Season 1 Episode 50 (read left to right)

Betty: "I'm sure he knew."

GIRL. Do not put the blame on him. Even if he knew. He also clearly knew it was inappropriate, so he politely ignored or dissuaded you from it. This is not about feelings. It's about what is proper. He didn't want to take advantage of you and so he didn't.

UGH SHE'S BEING BITCHY AND SHALLOW AND POKING AT ETHEL'S RELATIONSHIP, WHICH SHE KNOWS AS HE FRIEND IS A GENERAL SORE POINT, BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T HAVE ONE. How shallow can you get? Even as a friend I wouldn't do that.

I'm rolling my eyes ya'll. The pettiness. The idiocy of her reaction. Please go read a better comic than this.

Why do we keep blaming people who don't deserve it? First it's Jughead now it's Seth. When and where will it end? Also crying? Seriously? How are you not pissed the fuck off? I'm pissed the fuck off and I barely like you as a protagonist. Where are the actual fights in these friendships??? All it is is crying and yelling.

Seth didn't drive a wedge between you two. You continue to not want to take responsibility or accountability, and honestly neither does Betty now that I think about it. That and what drove a wedge between you two is Betty's stupid reaction to something should have dealt with months ago. It's probably been a whole season! It's spring right now I think! Get over it! He doesn't like you!

Goddammit. We almost have a voice of reason. He's right on the first part. It's not her fault, but we really need to stop propping up Ethel on a goddam pedestal. It's infuriating.

She's not right!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD.

YOU CAN SETH'S NAME A THOUSAND TIMES BUT IT'S LITERALLY NOT HIS FAULT. I am begging the author to get an editor or something. I'm begging. This is ridiculous.

(I am so upset that I hit the image limit of 30 I want you guys to see my upset Jughead reactions.)

Me too Seth. Me too. I know she's over correcting and being so FUCKING STUPID.

...

WHAT THE UTTER FUCK!!!!! YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID. I HATE YOU. YOU LITERALLY DID THIS WITH JUGHEAD!

GROW THE FUCK UP.

TAKE SOME GODDAMN ACCOUNTABILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS IN YOU GODDAMN LIFE.

YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL. YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BE ON A PEDESTAL. YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BE A FUCKING PROTAGONIST OF A SERIES WITH THIS KIND OF WRITING.

SETH DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG. YOU'RE MAD!!!

[master-jarrus]

So about the bikes separate from the poll just so that post doesn't become all jumbled with photos and I can make sure I am completely up front because I want to be genuine

So bikes are cheaper and cars keep being extremely problematic for my husband and I

We don't have kids and it's just the two of us so two motorcycles are actually a really convenient  and viable option for us

(They are also more eco friendly if you take care of them right but that's for another day)

So no matter what way the vote goes I am getting a bike

However, bikes are still more than a grand and while we can afford it, we can't afford it.

It's one of those weird spots of like yes we can. But everything else will be tight

That's where the vote idea came in from

I am unable to find jobs that are actually hiring

AND my career field of costuming, sewing, etc is dying. No one has these skills anymore unless they are really old or weird gremlins like me. So sewing shops that would hire me are impossible to find

So I thought hey I know how to cosplay and I'm professionally trained (it was actually a certificate I was pursuing they just refused to offer the last 2 classes) in it

Maybe other people would like to see me actually cosplay and watch and learn how to make good quality costumes and props from scratch/as scratch as possible

This happened to coincide with us looking at bikes and an tiny event on tiktok where I got yelled at by cosplayers for saying I wasn't a professional so I decided to ask if people would be interested in a cosplay that combines everything together

The vote isn't over yet but so far (I voted just to see the votes but it doesn't skew the results I promise) everyone seems in favor so unless a bunch of people suddenly vote no I am going to start setting stuff up

In the meantime here are the update bikes we are looking at

2008 Suzuki, owner already responded. They are active duty military and is on a training thing so when they come back we be looking at the bike

The silhouette is already pretty close to Lloyd's main thing I would need to do is paint. And then I would probably change the tires to handle touring (long distances). I may also make the mirrors bigger. This will make my ability to see better and also aids in the cartoonish look

Older bike that might make it harder to find parts if it ever needs a repair

Clean title

*my husband is also active duty and this may give us good negotiating leverage

2018 Suzuki, owner has not responded and some of the pictures appear to be stock photos which makes me a little wary because that's unusual for a non dealership seller

Same cosmetics as the above bike

Newer bike if it needs to repaired we can probably find the parts. But it may require more premium gas

Clean title

2005 Kawasaki Ninja, only recently found it. I will be showing it to my husband when he gets back from work. I haven't contacted the owner yet because my husband is not in the loop yet

Would just need paint, bigger mirrors and the touring tires

Older bike might make repairs difficult

No titled mentioned

Those are the 3 bikes, because the title isn't mentioned on the ninja it will likely get removed.

Unfortunately theft is common in my area and my husband and I have even had a vehicle stolen from us so anything that doesn't have a title is sketchy

Anyways I hope this was informative and not just me rambling and I will be working on that youtube video today if my internet likes me enough

[acti-veg]

What do you think about different burial options? I'm considering aquamation for myself in the future, because as a trans person it calms me to know that there won't be any actual recognisable remains to be misidentified. It does use quite a lot of water, around 1,300 litres, but when we compare it to the average "beef" hamburger, which uses over 3,000 litres of water, it doesn't sound too much anymore. If I live, I don't know, 60 or 80 years of my life as vegan, could I have the kind of burial I want? Of course, after my death I won't care about it anymore, but I live now and I do care at the moment. [FYI I am already vegan]

I think it's good to consider the options while you're alive, but it is really is going to depend on what we can access, things like aquamation are still very niche and therefore expensive, and full impact assessments are pretty scarce to be able to compare them. Most people arranging on behalf of themselves or a family member are going to be able to choose between burial and cremation, practically speaking.

Green burials are becoming much more mainstream though, which is just a traditional burial but with a biodegradable coffin and none of the traditional embalming. There is a land use cost, but I suppose it depends whether you care about having a grave or not. I can see cremation becoming more eco-friendly too, we certainly have ways to generate sufficient heat and capture emissions already, we just haven't really applied it to this industry.

I just want to briefly comment on the misidenification of remains. Apologies if this isn't my place to say, but I hope this whole transphobic “when they find your skeleton they'll just think you're a man/woman” talking point has not embedded itself in your thinking. Most modern archaeologists/pathologists are aware enough of the distinction between sex and gender that they are not very likely to make that assumption, not to mention the biological, social and physical markers of your gender identity that they would be able to observe.

[pudding-parade]

WCIF

I'm looking for Propanel/metal panel roofing like this:

Hopefully in a wide range of colors. I've looked for them a few times and not had any luck other than this set from T$R, which is nice enough, but the texture isn't quite right and the color range isn't exciting. This kind of roofing comes in all sorts of colors, including bright colors like red, green, teal, and blue as well as more neutral colors. It's ubiquitously used in the area where I live because it's cheap, attractive, easy to install, eco-friendly, and, most importantly, snow slides right off of it so you don't get ice dams that can cause severe roof damage. My own house is roofed in Propanel.

Anyway, I'm not holding out much hope, but maybe there's some that don't exist on the web anymore that someone might have tucked away in their downloads that they can share. If not...Well, this might be the thing that pushes me into making shit for TS3 even though I know from making a bunch for TS2 that roof-making is a gigantic pain in the ass. But, I'm really not in love with the roofs that came with the game or with a lot of the custom ones out there, soooo....

[roseband]

im losing my mind at far right and far left comments saying "automated tee shirt factories" or "ill just learn how to sew"

fuck you all don't know where your clothing comes from and you're all so consumer-pilled, shopping-maxxed to even look it up???

any people who go into debt for the prices that are gonna raise, deserve what's gonna happen to them.

"ill just learn how to sew" is my fave. cause nearly all my designer clothing that isn't samples, is out of goodwill/goodwill bins cause people don't know how to do minimal basic repairs or to bring their fucking shoes to a cobbler anymore lol. i should not be getting an alice/olivia top that retails for $300 for $10 cause it's only missing 5 beads.......fix your fucking stuff? my great grandma taught my grandma, who taught my mom, who taught me how to sew as soon as i could hold a needle.

also.....a significant amount of fabric mills are in fujian. do you think there's magical crude oil processing plants in the usa making your polyester and rayon plastic threads. your cheap clothing is practically ALL made of plastic???? even guterman, famous german polyester thread brand, has moved the bulk of their processing to china for their non eco friendly specialty line.

your raw materials to sew from will be tariffed..... we don't have girls getting scalped by machinery in lowell anymore here.

"we'll retrofit factories here".... the current top of the line automated direct to garment printer is the m&r polaris. (starts at 800k and can print 10 shirts at once, but you still have to place the shirts on the initial plates). other printers in factories ive been in require shirts to be moved from screen print plates for each single color. which is labor.....to be paid at american wages. this is printed in usa, but blanks are from overseas "made in america of imported materials" babes and we STILL hit capacity at our normal factories during our main quick turn events and have to source additional factories at work.

"automated apparel"..... mostly apparel managerial roles are in the states. mostly east coast as the industry shifted from all production to mainly design/managerial cause like lowell, ma...nyc....new jersey "the embroidery capitol of the world", the south with the horrors of the cotton industry. we're not the ones who are gonna be bonked

"new york fashion week needs to suffer" is a hot take from the left i saw.......it's here cause the apparel management, design, and sales roles are here, do you think the /products/ are for new york? what i present during our internal nyfw calls is sold in EMEA, AUS, UK, USA ffs. i work on stuff produced globally?

there is no luxury automated apparel industry. there's automated cutting machines that can cut 100s of bodies at once, but the stacks have irregularities and have to be sewn......by hand. even with industrial sewing machines/sergers there's a human shoving that fabric thru the machine and sewing nearly every seam.

20% of the labor force in american domestic apparel manufacturing is undocumented immigrants.

when there's production in el salvador, bangladesh, and china we all have people in our companies who's role is "go to factory, make sure there's no slaves"..... my husbands next promotion is the "go to china make sure there's no slaves at the fujian factories and mills" role cause he chinese and speaks fuzhounese...

this is what the reality of your $30-40 shirts IS. you're not gonna get $20 shirts with royalty art made in USA. it's too much labor.

and with luxury apparel it's STILL chinese slaves. in italy and france they've both done raids of the designer brands production houses and found literal indentured servitude. undocumented chinese immigrants making 1-3 euros an hour. that "made in italy" tag is a lie, when it's made from illegally imported chinese labor at chinese slave wages.

people love to say there's "nothing in thrift stores" in some demented social justice type language about "plus size" or "leave clothing for poor people" but 75% of what goes to the floor in thrift stores goes to landfill. this is after it hits the thrift store outlets (the $2.50/lb bins)

it's so frustrating to see this crap tbh. "ill learn how to sew immediately" should we have a party, should we invite anna wintour?

[scentedchildnacho]

I explained to the pastor that I think those youth are white racists.....and your church is good about helping me care about right contact and better relations between multi cultural women and that young white man in the over alls with his small black girl tried to hit me several times

So im sorry but if I'm going to get called psycho for caring if women contact each other politely then I cant go to your church anymore

I have seen mental wards and it's any type of big militant with a girl that is maybe a very scary person

There are ku Klux klan members at shelter and there is this rare book at the Milwaukee public library on Wisconsin Street about how this lady with a house and land came down with some malaria so they put her in an institution to kill her of mentalism and stole her land

That's why all the ultimatums to me they are ku Klux klan and I could have a public sublet instead of a dope pad they traffick little black girls from

She asked me if I got any groceries so I said no those people need them and Korean war theory.....the less need the less problems for them

That lady is made to identify as McDonald's....uhm and the e.coli in the quarter pounder then punching the bag open near my head....those are maybe terrorists

And the pastor was like she is homeless too and McDonald's is all she has for income so I said I know that's what the homeless crisis is kill some of the homeless into institutions or leave behind so they don't have to have any more money problems you don't know all I have seen fast food do to people till it's if your going to play indentured servitude and slaves then Trump it don't ever come back here

Some big men can like what's gay about them and take their med and do things like work or what their suppose to and some kill an eating disorder

The pastor told me she just works there it's not her fault so I just said she made a punching motion at my head so I think she wanted me to understand that she is compliant

Hare Krishna......don't eat no beef it was trains and very bad labor conditions and if those people have to tolerate cattle from Mexico in trains instead of french and indigenous cattle country they will kill us all

Their eco terrorists something like a factory kill building let's off animal feces reek.....if beef isn't with standard federal church land contracts don't eat it

Its not our cattle so

The shelter makes me feel like crosses were recently burnt and I need biracial racist privilege to explain to me breeding and not PTSD from it and PTSD like I have from it they had all women's colleges

Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses over and over

The pastor said I would need medi cal to go to helping hands....so I told her I'm 44 and insured or not is not applicable to my generation they pre emptively sue to conduct genetic theory

Those are people with the ku Klux klan......maybe confederates maybe unions.....and their interpretation of that event is neo Nazi they try to steal my home after depleting my public budget till I got a disease

Asking for insurance after public lending is sent to Nuremberg and that's how those people feel...

I have to have teachers with john Hopkins and Vanderbilt and in Europe and ultimatums is the exact most failed response to storm triage training

The nuns told me I have to get a job....and if I know to never behave towards people with have your wallet prepared or nothing then so do all those people

Don't ever rush fucker me or you will get trumped and you know customer doesn't like to go...customer wants to sit digest their meal entertain their guests

I don't know I walk downtown as much as my hip can tolerate and no one is willing to display expense account....in fact it's just don't loiter if 🆔 only leave behind schizophrenics is all ya can do here

It could all be a giant jail and no more rush ever again

And my arts and crafts teacher told me the manager is more concerned about dillentanism here......they don't want no Elon musk 🆔 mass manufacturing they want quality things and well treated labor

They get Jap scares here and they want well labor and quality things

There is this thing called the white middle class and they for me don't want no lack of quality they were japaneese and 🆔 turns things into a dump

Anyway I told the pastor I didn't mean to sound like negative feedback I did appreciate all they could do but those were white racist and I feel obligated to not okay the process open or it's been my experience that I go through targeting sometimes but it can really hit anyone

It can appear like my condition is the worst ever and I'm someone with bad stars about potential casualty but they will hit anyone if the more then women hold hands in California goes on

There was hugging and well wishing and desires nobody takes it so hard about female gender and that's they hit if openly homosexual

Its fast food fast food breeds lyndie England's......it's black homeless it's redneck white homeless its mental girl homeless it's anything that refused to die in an asylum so fast foodies may be addiction privilege

Their drunks with Baltics and a poor refused to die in an asylum so they could be porn privilege it's freudian 🆔...they get whatever fantasy they prefer

I don't know what goes on with black guys here that their so hostile and scary....but southern cultists with female felons show me that little black boys get abused sometimes by their black mothers black friends and they bring harmless whites like me around so they learn see this is a and this if she can will give you what you want and interracial breeding keeps going on

See this type of white lady if their bred these ways won't ever hurt you any

Then in New Mexico there was a lot of publicity that a black quarter back was willing to come forward about a very harmful rape

So I think 🆔 only is they feel bisexual and if threatened with immigration cruelty will find out how to dump me into it so they don't have to go

Otherwise there are like very pale Italians then very African black people and it's if white klans won't stop useing black girls then they will go at us to ruin a white culture klans admit not enjoying gone for a lot of black interest around

The black men more act like ira it's just very sudden shocking and completely not understandable

I dont know what will happen to that white racist this morning at church but it's been my experience that this is extremeist Republican ville.....and any white man I have ever known that treats a white feminine like me prone to casualty and PTSD too roughly may experience anything he wishes on me

He may get away with that or people may really beat him up so I won't ever be back at church

I got really badly rush battered by neo Nazi athletes in San Diego so I have no tolerance of being anywhere a rush fucker may go....

Its a fucker that McDonald's kept putting people in jail for being poor.....and people really don't like that lady for knowing about a secret special house with a lot of hoarded items in it

Really giant jails go away when you agree with police.....these people cannot be in anyway sane if they have a car they speed and kill if they have a drink someone gets raped if they have a business someone gets so devastated they get guns....and I'm also not sane for having been that concentrated automaton and I don't care anymore

Its all insane build a really gigantic jail

They rush people .....I use to know this marine in alaska when I drank too much was such a lush....my illusions about life were pretty shattered fragmented from a minor sex assault and after it I never preferred being lucid....

Psychoanalysis types also encourage it you know you don't have to be aware your just a commoner and it's all a horrible nightmare

And he i would have to wake up and realize that he had fallen asleep on the couch with me and had crawled all over me really got in my face and stuff

And when I was finally like did you rape me to him like all caring because I was a drunk and didn't really realize that I had become kind of tougher and more clever with dialogue then I really am and it made him really angry and he just slammed the phone off in my ear

Recently I was reading Mary Baker Eddy on primitive Christianity and depersonalization and some people feel my feminine simple character was in some way inspired by God and it angered some men I guess who want to experience that feminine also to see me become so nell.....ya know like can she even do

Because that marine finally got all smashed up in a bike race cause he couldn't stop rushing

Its too ruin the culture the culture is already kind of pop positive and they wanted to turn me into such a hyper freak

[rinwellisathing]

It's A Thankless Job: Part 4

Sentry left Nocturne's place after the podcast was finished, stepping out into the streets of the lower city yet again. He checked the client list he'd pulled for today, realizing he really should do some 'family business' just to keep the old man off his back now that Gary wasn't here as a buffer anymore. He rolled his eyes as he looked over the list, most were regulars, boring married people trying to escape their boring routine and try living dangerously by sleeping with someone edgy behind their partner's back. With people like that, Sentry spent most of the session dissociating while he played the role he knew they wanted, whether that was playing up his youth and conflating it with innocence, or playing up his darker side and doling out 'punishment'. He was glad Shadowheart had introduced him to her boss Abdiraak at Loviatar's Love. That guy knew how to make pain a ritual, and years in a cult made Sentry great at zoning out during rituals.

He noted with interest, however, that there was one client marked for termination, one who lived in the same building as Enver, and in fact worked for Blackhand Armaments. The Tiefling grinned widely as he made his way towards the park. “Well, looks like tonight just got a bit more interesting.”

“Ah! Sentry. Do you have a minute?” He looked up as he passed the veterinary clinic to see that impossibly tall elf waving at him from the porch. “Oh uh...yeah...” Sentry replied, looking around. He supposed he had time to spare, and besides, the guy was good looking. It wouldn't do to burn bridges by being rude. Besides, it might pay to know a medical expert who might not ask too many questions, not to mention being easy on the eyes. Halsin jogged over to him with a gentle smile. He was dressed in a simple green track suit, the material and color were slightly outdated, but that often was the case with elves. They lived so long most of their fashion choices went out of a style decades ago, well, unless they were particularly fashion focused, like Tomi...but then again, did she really even count as an elf? “Out on your nightly constitutional then? No wonder you're so fit.” Sentry chuckled. “Yes, I try to be out in the fresh air as much as I can. The city can feel so stifling, unfeeling.” Halsin explained, his expression one of discomfort. “I suppose that's why I built my practice in the park, it's as close to nature as one can be in a place like this.” Sentry nodded politely, considering the older man's words. “I get what you mean, I think it can help, though, if you look at the city as like it's own little eco system, you know? I mean, yeah, for the most part people suck but have you considered how rats thrive? Or pigeons, they've come up against it...I actually really love pigeons, do you know about them?” Halsin stifled a small, amused laugh. “Do I know about pigeons...running a veterinary practice in the city as I do?”

Sentry huffed slightly with a little pout and rolled his eyes. “That isn't what I meant, not medically.” He shook his head and took a deep breath. “So like a hundred years ago or whatever, I dunno, a long time, though, people used pigeons instead of phones or computers so they didn't waste casting energy with sendings or message spells. They raised these plucky little guys specifically to carry messages for them and they were super good at their jobs, yeah? Then, BOOM! Golden age of communication with phones and all, and these amazing little birds are out on their asses. They're hella domesticated, so they can't build their own nests, they don't really know how to hunt, and everyone bitches and moans that they're dirty and a nuisance now, but still they're thriving the best they can. I kind of love them.” Sentry admitted. He thought of his own 'purpose', the one his first Bhaalist family had tried to force him into, the reason he had left them charred and vivisected back in that dilapidated tenement fifteen years ago. Yet now, here he was, misunderstood, viewed as something dirty and maladapted, but thriving in his own way. “Was that story meant to show me the beauty in city life?” Halsin raised a brow in amusement, eyes never leaving Sentry as they walked together. “No, not exactly. Just to say that even in the shittiest of circumstances, you can't keep nature down it...”He grinned. “Uh...finds a way.” “I see....You're a strange young man, Sentry Ojeda.” Halsin replied.

The two walked together and talked a while longer, until they reached the point in the path where one could either loop into the woods to continue the jogging circuit or continue onward into the upper city. They came to a stop at the fork in the path and turned to face eachother. “Well, off to work for me!” Sentry announced with a grin. “This was kinda nice though, I wouldn't mind walking together again if you want.” “Wait, Sentry...” Halsin gently reached out and took his hand. “ I wanted to say this earlier, but it didn't feel like the right time, I didn't want to cause you any discomfort, but I know what you actually do for work.” The tiefling froze. 'Oh shit, I'm gonna have to kill him.' “Y....You do?�� His tail raised and flicked warily like a nervous dog, eyes darting. “Yes, and I just wanted to tell you I would never judge you for it. There's no shame in your line of work.” The elf assured him, those kind eyes looking at him with honest acceptance. “What, really? I would have thought you'd be pretty intensely against it.” Sentry raised a brow in confusion, cocking his head to one side. “No! Of course not. Do you take me for some sort of prude? Your work is absolutely natural. Necessary, even.” Halsin reassured him softly, with a gentle pat on the back. “Well, I suppose it DOES make sense, animals do it all the time...” Sentry nodded matter of factly, body relaxing a bit. “Of course, anything necessary to survive. But more than that, there is an artistry to what you do, it's beautiful.” The elf continued with a genuine, appreciative smile. Sentry blushed a little, his face still set in that look of absolute disbelief. “Yes! Yes, I think so too! Thank you!” “Never feel less than because of your job, Sentry. Your videos, your photoshoots, they're wonderful.” Halsin gave a small chuckle and turned his head awkwardly. “Of course...now I'm sure I've made things awkward, admitting I've seen your work...it was quite by accident, honestly...” He admitted, his own face flushed a bit now. “Oh...you meant my...ha ha...” Sentry blinked. Not the murders. The sex work. Of course that was what he meant. It was so tertiary, so firmly ingrained in Sentry's mind as a simple smokescreen for his assassinations, a way to keep up appearances, that he often forgot some people considered it a taboo in and of itself. He laughed out loud, tail relaxed fully now. “Oh yeah, well, no, no, no shame in enjoying my work! Not at all! I'm flattered, just glad you're not some stuffy dick who's going to judge me about it, but you never know! That's why I'm so guarded at first with that info...you know how it goes.”

“Oh I know, trust me. One more thing that feels so unnatural about the city, people treating such normal, simple urges as something shameful and dirty.” Halsin smiled, patting Sentry on the shoulder. “I just wanted you to know that I don't judge you for it. You're a talented young man and as long as it's something that you choose to do, there's nothing wrong with it.” “Thanks, Halsin.” The tiefling grinned. “And hey, don't be shy about subscribing. I'm always glad to see my work make someone happy.” He winked as he turned and made his way into the upper city ahead of him.

Sentry made his way to the building he had been to just the night before, this time aware he looked out of place as he usually did. His black pullover hoodie had a monstrous claw wreathed in shadow on the front of it, the title of a B-movie he liked scrawled in red lettering that mimicked dripping blood. His pants were baggy with plaid belts looped around his hips and several D-rings sewn down the sides. His shoes were clunky black combat boots that, much to the disdain of the haughty elvish man at the front desk, had tracked quite a bit of mud from the park through the lobby. Sentry hummed a little tune to himself as he waited for the elevator, shifting from one foot to the other like a little rhythmless dance as his tail swished lazily back and forth behind him. The client, he recalled, was some boring lobbyist or another from the upper echelons of Blackhand Armaments, but to father and the family, he was a very naughty man several months overdue on protection payments, and therefore an example of what can happen to a person without the family's protection. The sex was guaranteed to be dull, but the aftermath, that Sentry was looking forward to with eager anticipation. When the elevator finally arrived at the proper floor, Sentry made his way to the apartment listed on the client's dossier and knocked at the door, his expression defaulting to bored and apathetic. He'd been to this client's place before, total creep. The more Sentry behaved like a teenager, the happier the guy was, particularly when Sentry seemed disinterested.

The door opened and the client couldn't hide his eager grin when he saw Sentry standing there. The guy was a fairly tall human, nothing exciting, greying brown hair, light brown eyes, pale skin lacking a skin care routine. A forgettable face in a crowd. He was still dressed in a suit and tie, a fact that made Sentry roll his eyes. The guy was in his apartment, an apartment that according to the dossier, he barely had to leave for his job, and well after most people had left work for the day. “Ah, you're here...come in, quickly.” The man ushered Sentry into the large apartment quickly, peeking around to make sure no one had seen him standing out there. “Ugh...you're so paranoid. I'm nothing if not discreet.” Sentry rolled his eyes, phone in hand now, scrolling through socials while the guy looked him over. “Can't be too careful....Mr. Gortash wouldn't be happy with me if there were a scandal, after all.” The man stammered, circling the young tiefling eagerly, so close that Sentry was pretty sure the client was trying to inhale his scent. “Whatever.” Sentry muttered, playing his part perfectly. The disinterest only spurred his client on to run his hands over Sentry's shoulders and down the neck of his hoodie, fingers exploring the ridges and scars along Sentry's chest and shoulders. “Why don't you...um...get a bit more comfortable.” the human loosened his tie a bit, taking a step back to watch. Sentry's eyes darted back to look at his client and he smirked, turning to face him as he pocketed his phone and slowly began to lift his hoodie off over his head, raising the torn band T-shirt underneath just enough to show a little of his lightly toned stomach and the slim curve of his waist. He tossed the hoodie into a corner and for a moment gave a long, lazy stretch like a contented cat, taking his time. He could see the man trembling, barely containing himself. Pathetic. Sentry turned and sauntered towards the couch, leaning back across it and popping open the button of his pants, slowly lowering the zipper and standing briefly to let them fall to the floor before neatly stepping out of them and turning to bend over the couch, now in just a simple pair of tight black cotton undies that accentuated his sculpted ass just right. His tail flicked, raising up suggestively as he posed. “Your body is amazing...p...perfect...” The man breathed, slowly approaching, tie undone now, beginning to unbutton his shirt. “Thanks, I know.” Sentry smirked as he turned around, sitting back on the couch, head tossed carelessly against the back, legs spread wide. He was the picture of relaxation, but his eyes scanned the living room, looking for something interesting to complete the job with. Of course there was the option to simply snap his neck with his thighs or choke him just a bit too long while riding him, but how boring! How cliché! No art or substance to that sort of kill, no element of risk. Father expected more from his chosen, and Sentry took greater pride in himself. Besides, it would be an insult to Gary's memory to do any less than he would have done.

Sentry was vaguely aware his client had shed the jacket of his suit and was now on his knees between the tiefling's legs, shirt open and face sweating and red as he shakily gripped the hem of Sentry's briefs and began to lower them, nose practically pressing to the fabric. He rolled his neck slowly, turning his head just a bit when his eyes fell on a tacky gold sculpture piece. Mass produced insult to art that it was, it certainly was sharp and pointy. The perfect punishment for terrible taste and enabling soulless corporate 'art' at the expense of artists themselves. There we go.

As his client, buried his face between Sentry's thighs, the tiefling pretended to arch his back in pleasure as he reached behind him, fingers brushing the absurd little statue as he pulled it towards him, finally gripping the base. He let it rest beside him on the couch, not like this guy would notice “Y...You like it when someone pays attention to that cute little cunt, don't you?” The man breathed, not even looking up from the young man's glistening slit. “Mm....you know it.” Sentry grinned, rolling his eyes. Stupid fucking creep with his terrible taste in art. He tilted his head to the side and wrinkled his nose, catching sight of the awful vapid screen printed nonsense from some shitty home décor section. This man made so much fucking money and he couldn't be assed to commission a real artist, someone who could make something great, something truly unique. Vapid. Worthless. Soulless. He felt indignation giving way to anger, bubbling up inside him. Fucking amateurs. Fucking corporate assholes making art into a commodity, cheapening it into something to be consumed rather than appreciated. “You're a work of art, kid...” The man moaned, running his hands over Sentry's thighs. “Yeah, I've seen your taste in art and that's not a fucking compliment!” Sentry snapped, pupils dilating as he grabbed the statue next to him in one swift motion, raising up the piece of sweatshop junk and flipping it in his hand, cracking his client across the temple with the marble base, blood splattering across the floor. “You wouldn't know art if it cracked your bloody skull open.” The client cried out in pain, falling to the ground twitching for a moment before rolling to look up at Sentry, who knelt down with his knees on either side of the man's thin hips, pinning him to the floor. “A real sculpture takes a lot of time to make, you know, hours...days...months....It really depends on the process. But if we're talking about from conception, there are preliminary sketches, materials acquisition...It takes time, you know?” Sentry sighed, shaking his head. “And when people with the money to commission a real artist buy this...” He clocked him across the jaw this time, shattering it and sending several teeth scattering across the floor. “Mass produced, sweatshop...GARBAGE!” He grabbed the twitching, blubbering figure's throat with his free hand. “It really pisses me off....” He rammed the sharp gold tip of the sculpture into the man's eye socket, pushing and twisting until the noises and struggling stopped.

Sentry stood back a moment to admire his work with a contented sigh before crossing the room to his hoodie and fishing the client list out of his pocket. He crossed the name off the list and then looked around the room at the rest of the soulless department store 'art', the cheap screen printings, the ugly sculptures, and he decided to redecorate a bit. A splash of red across a vapid print of an old fashioned homestead, another sharp edged sculpture used to tear through the cheap fabric of a soulless computer generated 'abstract'. Sentry hummed to himself as he worked, practically skipping across the apartment before he noticed the time.

He knew when the investigators came, their first move would be to speak with the corpse, to try and get out of their job the easy way by simply asking who killed him. Sentry grinned, this little trick was his favorite part. Time to waste those five little questions. His eyes glowed and the sigils danced around him as he stood before the corpse, raising up his hand. The corpse regarded him lifelessly as Sentry thought a moment. “So, like, do you actually think this shit is good art?” The tiefling asked with a sneer. “It....was....cheap....and...complimented...the...room.” The corpse replied, its voice strained. “No it fucking didn't! That's a complete lie...Or are you just that much of a tasteless idiot?” Sentry snapped, disgust crossing his face. “Taste....is...subjective” The corpse responded. “Not when you're literally mass producing 'art' in a factory. Do you know the first thing about art? I mean really!?” Sentry shot back with a growl. “No...” The corpse replied. “Ah, well, at least you can admit it. Cool...cool...” Sentry wrinkled his nose as he tried to think of his last two questions. “Oh...okay, is your boss going to be mad at me for killing you?” “Probably....not...rarely...spoke...to...him.” “Good to know. What DID you do for Blackhand Armaments anyway?” Sentry quirked a brow. “Accountant...” The corpse went silent, collapsing back to the floor. “Shit...I still wanted to visit that guy...” He thought aloud. “Guess I better wash up before I go...” He sighed. The blood stains were always such a nice touch, but even he knew he couldn't just walk around a high end apartment building covered in blood, especially when it wasn't even his own blood. He made his way to the bathroom and stripped off his T-shirt for a quick shower, letting the cold water wash over his freckled skin, red rivulets circling the drain as he rinsed his body. It took him less than twenty minutes to rinse, dry, and redress, taking the man's key from the tidy little hook by the door and carefully locking up when he left, noting with satisfaction that still no one had seen him in the hall as he made his way to the elevator.

Once again finding himself in front of the door with the golden door knocker, which he now knew in retrospect was pretty clearly cast in the image of Bane, Sentry grabbed the idol's nose ring and knocked at the door, chuckling to himself at the thought of father watching him do this to the image of his sworn enemy.

The half-orc butler answered the door again. “Oh...Mr. Ojeda...Um...Mr. Gortash isn't expecting company just now, could I perhaps take a message?” He trailed off as Sentry casually stepped past him, tail brushing against him as he did. “Call it a pleasant surprise.” Sentry replied, barely acknowledging the poor guy as he made his way over to the living room, poured himself a glass of whiskey from Enver's crystal decanter, and sat back on the couch like a pampered house cat. “You can go get him now.” The butler looked like he was about to protest, but just gave a defeated sigh and nodded, disappearing down the hall as Sentry took a sip from his glass, looking towards one of the large windows that gazed out over the city, lights from cars and high rises twinkling like stars across the blue-black canvas of late night.

“You are worse than your brother with this.” Enver's voice interrupted Sentry's relaxation. The tiefling turned to look at his host, grinning when he noticed Enver's expression was one of amusement. “At least Gary would deign to send a text or have the front desk call up.” “My brother was a great man, but not a true romantic or an artist.” Sentry chuckled, taking another sip of his drink. “I see...Well, I'd say make yourself comfortable, dear Sentry, but it seems you already have.” Enver poured himself a drink of his own and joined Sentry on the couch. “So, what brings you by? Did you really come all this way just to visit?” Sentry swirled the contents of his glass and gave a playful little smile, gazing coyly at the other man. “Well, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop in and say hello...after all, I figured you'd start to miss me if I stayed away too long.”

Gortash laughed hollowly. “In that case, you really are nothing like your brother...He came and went like a stray cat, if I'm being honest. Can't say it didn't surprise me, though...” He took a long drink from his glass. “Did you prefer it that way?” Sentry asked, regarding him curiously. “I'm not sure, honestly...I've been on my own for so long that I don't really know how I'd feel if someone stayed.” He admitted, meeting the young tiefling's eyes. “Well, would you like me to stay? I could, I mean, at least for tonight...” Sentry offered. “The whole night, I mean, not creeping out at dawn like last time...” Enver smiled wryly and drained his drink. “What the hells, it's worth seeing how I like it.”

[purplequeen0]

So I was looking at natural pesticides, and I saw a comment about how "If nothing is eating your garden, it's not a part of the eco system! You should just leave them alone!" And I'm just-

No?

Thats... Not how it works, firstly. Many plants are completely inedible, and their job is to consume and process things and then die and rot. (Extreme example: carnivorous plants (I love them♡))

Secondly, the problem isn't "something is taking nibbles out of my plants!" The problem is."Something is eating all of my plants, therefore killing them, and now I don't Have a garden anymore."

Thirdly, you do know that just because bug are natural doesn't mean they care about the environment, right?

Like, there is no ecosystem hive mind that humanity just happened to miss out on.

Animals (including insects) try to survive.

They try to make sure their offspring survive.

Thats it.

What ever happens to the environment?

As far as animals are concerned, it's just things that happened.

Any animal left to its own devices with nothing to keep it in check will eat itself into a famine. (Clearest (and most well-known) example is the deer (?) in Yellowstone after people killed all the wolves.)

And finally!

This is a post about Cabbage you bitch.

Something is eating them.

Me.

I am a part of the ecosystem.

HUMANS ARE A PART OF THE FUCKING ECOSYSTEM!

The ecosystem isn't some sort of- carefully engineered scientific system. It's the world and everything in it. For it to work, it has to be balanced.

Trying to take humans out of the ecosystem would do more harm than good. Because humans are part of this world. We have been here for billions of billions of Billions of years. (An exaggeration, probably, but I am taking too much time to write this. I can't look it up right now.)

We aren't some sort of- distant overlords.

We're part of this world. We should take care of it, yes. But we are a part of it. You can't just take us out of it because you don't think humans are natural. We are.

[theshiaxartistwrites]

Heir to Eco

Fandom: Jak and Daxter Rating: Mature Tw: Violence, Abuse, Torture AO3 Link

Chapter Two

To be honest, Sig was more than a little disappointed that Jak was most certainly not the boy he was looking for. Sure, it should have been obvious, given Jak's age, but everything else had lined up so perfectly. Blue eyes, green hair, sun-starved brown skin, mute, and he had survived the Baron's eco experiments with barely a twitch. Not to mention how Jak had been the Baron's 'special guest'. It felt so right, yet Sig had to live with the fact that he had failed to find little Mar and now had to start over in his search.

When Sig first arrived, he learned that the Baron had rounded up all the children in Haven. Even now his patrols stole children off the street. "To keep them safe" is what he told the citizens, but Sig had seen the bodies. Even now, whenever he'd see a little face in a window or hear the soft cries of a babe, Sig would have done everything in his power to drive any other KG officers away. His search for Mar was not going to result in more children going missing on his watch.

Still, he didn't feel too bad about saving Jak from the clutches of Baron Praxis and his horrible prison. Sig felt a chill run down his spine, thinking back to how Praxis had just stood there and glared as Jak, a teenager, a child, had screamed and squirmed in excruciating pain. He swore if he saw Praxis or his crony again he'd shoot first and deal with the consequences later. The only regret he felt was not acting in the moment.

A rumble in the pipes pulled Sig's attention away from the pot of yakcow stew he was stirring, ears twitching as he listened to the guttural sputter overhead. A minute later and a small knock on the door caught his attention, Jak stood there in the simple white shirt and tan trousers Sig had left him, looking distraught and still very wet from his shower.

"What's up, ki-uh-Jak?" Sig put a lid on the pot and stepped over, frowning as Jak tugged on his hair and signed something.

"Er…" Sig really needed to learn PSL or they were going to struggle. Jak frowned and moved to the sink, turning on the faucet. No water came out, but the pipes overhead repeated their gurgle and the faucet sputtered out a watery black sludge. Jak turned it off after a moment, wrinkling his nose at the rancid smell that came with it.

"I see," Sig sighed, looking at Jak's extremely concerned face. "Don't fret, chili pepper, you didn't use it all up." He teased, holding back a laugh when Jak seemed relieved.

"No." The pair turned to face Torn, who stood in the doorway looking grim. "But the Baron just shut off water to this part of the city."

"Shit." Sig growled.

'How do we fix it?' Jak asked firmly, a look of surprise crossed Torn's face.

"Only way to fix it would be to slip out an old drain pipe in the security wall, make it outside the city to the Pumping Station, find the main valve, and turn the water back on."

"Sounds like a cakewalk." Sig said confidently.

"Sure, except we've got reports of metalheads patrolling the area en mass and The Shadow doesn't want anyone doing solo missions anymore…not after what happened with-"

Sig held up a hand, seeing how upset Torn was getting.

'We can go.' Jak signed, even Sig seemed to understand.

"You wanna tag along?" Sig asked in an amused tone. Jak nodded.

"Not a chance," Torn shook his head. "You've got no training, no armor, no weapon-"

'And I can still fight better than any of the Baron's men.' Jak smirked.

"If your face is anything to go off of," Sig put his hands on his hips. "I really do need to learn Sign." He laughed as Torn dragged a hand down his face.

"It's out of the question." Torn doubled down. "We don't even know if you CAN hold your own, let alone if we can even trust you."

"Oh come on, Torn, you're really gonna test the poor bastard? Surviving maximum security isn't enough?"

"Not anymore." Torn sneered, turning on Jak with a serious look.

'Bring it on.' Jak met his eyes with a steeled look of his own.

"Dead Town, out the north eastern gate. Steal the Baron's banner from atop the ruined tower and bring it back to me, survive, and then we can have our little chat."

'Fine.' Jak turned for the door, stopping when Sig put a hand on his shoulder.

"Cool your jets, chili pepper, you ain't even got shoes on yet."

Jak looked down at his feet. He'd removed his wraps when he'd showered and hadn't bothered to put them back on since they were filthy. Still, Jak's feet were rough and calloused from years of wear and tear, he'd kicked lurkers in the jaw with naught a scratch and run circles around guards on steel floors for two years. He could handle running around town.

'Don't need them.' Jak said, looking up at Sig, though it was Torn who responded.

"So you're stupid as well as stubborn? Fine, but if you want them later, you get to find a pair yourself." Torn warned, honestly a little irked by how Jak waved him off dismissively.

"Alright, but you're still eating first," Sig spun Jak around and pointed to the table. "No dangerous missions on an empty stomach."

20 minutes and a bowl of watery stew gulped-down-like-he-was-dying later and Jak was climbing onto a zoomer behind Sig, who had just finished a debrief with Torn behind closed doors. Jak had put the tattered jacket back on, sleeves ripped off to make it a vest, and had found new clean wraps for his hands and feet. The red scarf he'd had before was now draped loosely around his neck. Jak took a moment to admire the larger man's strange bone-like armor.

"Metalhead skulls," Sig said proudly, when he noticed Jak's entranced stare. "Bagged 'em all myself, got a gal here in Haven who makes the best armor. Maybe we'll get a few for you while we're out there."

Sig was absolutely joking, but the way Jak grinned and squeezed his waist made him consider it. Torn stepped outside with a small device in his hand.

"Here," He held it out to Jak. "This is a polydroid communicator, it also has a map, camera, and tracker. If you die out there, remember to give it back."

Jak rolled his eyes, but took the device and tucked it into his vest.

"And you," Torn put his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at Sig. "I'll catch up shortly. Do. Not. Help. Him. Am I clear? If he can't do this, he'll just end up getting someone else killed later."

"I've got it." Sig said firmly, nose wrinkling in distaste.

Torn watched as the pair hopped into the air and zipped off, a short ride just a few blocks away to a narrow space between two buildings and an odd little drop off that led to a half-sunken and muddy door. Sig did his best to ignore the wanted posters with Jak's mugshot on them. They left the zoomer tucked beside the door, hidden from the street by the drop off. Just approaching the door was enough to start the whir of mechanisms, opening to a tall, cylindrical room with another door on the other side. Sig followed Jak in, the door closing behind them.

"Lowering outer shield." Came an automated voice from above as the opposite door opened. Jak's face pinched in disgust, the air was practically putrid.

"Yeah, smells great, don't it?" Sig gave Jak a good smack on the back, walking out ahead. "Avoid the water, it's polluted enough to melt skin."

Jak followed, but paused when his toes squished into the muddy ground. God. It felt so good. Jak stood there, squishing his toes in the warm mud for a moment, grinning ear to ear. He'd spent so long walking on concrete and steel, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed the feel of real earth.

"Having fun, mudpuppy?"

Jak looked up and felt his face heat up all the way to the tips of his ears.

"Don't look so embarrassed, kid, I've done it too." Sig was still grinning at him, looking beyond amused. Sig was from the wasteland, a dry desert island, he knew how wonderful fresh mud felt underfoot. Sig once again took the lead, Jak slapping along behind him. The entire area was in intense disrepair, broken walls and crumbling buildings, all half sunken in the muddy black water. It looked a bit like a crumbling city trying to rise out of the center of a lake. The ruined tower was easy to spot at the center of it all, standing tall with a sun bleached banner waving in the wind at its peak.

"Oh look, you're already making friends." Sig chimed, pointing to a different little chunk of land where a few Glubs, green dog-sized bipedal reptiles with large toothy mouths, were standing and staring at Jak. Jak seemed unfazed, switching his attention back to the tower, eyes scanning around to find the fastest way up. Sig turned his attention back with him.

"Torn must think you're crazy if he thinks you'd actually climb that thing." Sig shook his head. "It looks like it could come down at any second. Hm," Sig stroked his chin. "If ya wanted, I could loan you my-"

Sig blinked.

Jak was already speeding ahead, running across the little bits of, mostly, dry land. Using floating wooden debris and protruding chunks of rubble to cross the muck without taking a dangerous dip. Sig tensed when he saw three Glubs crawl out of the water ahead of Jak, only to watch them fly right back in when Jak punted them like Blitz Balls. There was no hesitation in his movements, all confidence and agility.

Then Jak reached a different problem. Between him and his goal stood a Znorkle Tooth. The larger, orange cousin of the Glub, the reptile was a much bigger threat. Jak approached in the same, unabashed way he had the Glubs, aiming to run right past it. The Znorkle Tooth opened its maw, a strange sound in its throat before Jak had to dodge backward to avoid its tongue snapping inches from his face. Sig's trigger finger twitched.

Jak shifted his feet, changing his stance as the creature lumbered forward, maw open and snapping dangerously. With a small hop back and a graceful little spin, Jak brought his leg up and then swiftly down, his heel cracking down on the beast's head. It collapsed in a heap, unconscious, and Jak continued on with a happy little bounce in his step.

Sig moved closer to the end of his little piece of land, watching Jak jump and clamber his way up until he finally reached the little stone bridge that connected to the tower. Jak paused to look back at Sig, waving and grinning back at the man, who did the same.

Jak marched confidently onto the bridge.

Sig saw the crumbling of the supports before Jak did, the bridge falling away in front of him. Sig didn't even have time to call out a warning, Jak springing off the ground and rolling through the air, landing safely on the other side as the bridge fell in pieces to the toxic water below. A loud C R A C K echoed the area, the massive tower rumbling under Jak's feet as Sig watched it heave and tip, its decades of delicate balance thrown off by Jak's miniscule weight.

Sig wanted to yell at the kid to turn his ass around and get off that building, but Jak was already rushing around to the top. Sig heard the automatic door open behind him, turning his head for only a second to double check who it was before turning his attention right back to Jak. Using protruding pipes to swing higher and rebounding off of crumbling platforms, Jak went up and up and up, weaving in and out of sight, narrowly missing plummeting to his death, until he stood beside that pale old flag.

"Damn," Torn spoke up as he joined Sig at the edge of the murk. "I didn't think he'd make it."

Jak grabbed the pole and yanked the flag free, a crumbling of rock under his feet made both men on the ground suck in a breath, the ground collapsing from underneath him. Sig had to resist the urge to look away. Jak fell with the rubble, but seemed almost calm, poised as he aimed himself head down and swung the pole outward.

Snagging one of the many old eco power lines that crisscrossed the area, Jak managed to use the pole and wire like a zipline. Sig and Torn watched as Jak rode it right over their heads, letting go and landing safely on dry land. They all turned their heads up to watch the old tower fall apart, large chunks splashing heavily into the murk. Waves of toxic sludge crashing over the broken and decayed walls, Glub and Znorkle Tooth alike diving for cover from the falling debris. When the dust settled it was little more than rubble.

"Shit." Torn ran a hand over his head, still staring at the destruction. "I guess you're in."

[chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy]

This got so long I had to split it so the economic/credit card stuff is over here lmao (X) Talking about possibly having people like the Magic Investigators show up imagine how TERRIFYING that would be? To be those investigators I mean. Like you show up, and you find this town. this town no one remembers and it's- It's gorgeous, actually. The infrastructure is pristine, the air is clean and clear, and the cars are flying?? Realistically if the Fenton's are producing portals and generators and converters and speeders of all kinds, there's no reason to limit those things to the ghost zone - the entire city could soon run on ectoplasm for everything from electric to heating to transport. But then you talk to a local and straight up the entire street stops and stares at you. And the investigators become Very, Very aware they are on the edge of, indeed, being left out in the sun for the ghost birds to pick at. (False, murder in Amity is a Bad Idea when everything in Amity knows the dead can come back to find you. Maybe not for ten years, maybe it takes them a hundred years to find you. But the Dead don't rest in this city anymore.) (But what does it matter what Amity Knows? These Outparkers don't Know anything, after all.)

The idea of the filter immune individuals going in and out of town and therefore essentially exporting criminal action (it would still be criminal to forge documents after all, Amity just doesn't acknowledge that or care about the laws of Outside) is so much fun?? It would also be very interesting to see people taking refuge in the town, everything from legit magic users to meta humans to unusual creatures. And honestly the reactions of these Meta's and criminals who thought they were going to be Top Dog in the worlds ready made, perfect criminal base only to essentially be met with the Tiny Baby Godling that is Danny Phantom.

This town running on Green liquid also realistically would attract the attention of the league if it's running on what sounds like Lazarus water and has a very bizarrely legitimised document forging system. Considering the leagues stated goal is essentially ecological stability via genocide (which is I think why they have been labelled eco terrorists???) it would be FABULOUS to play out how they would react to a town that has essentially solved the energy crises BUT where no one can ever die in a way that matters.

As I understand it Ra's (depending on version?) isn't just annoyed by the pollution caused by people but considers people THEMSELVES a pollution, so being unable to actually get rid of people because they just come back as ghosts and are therefore still around being near him would be an issue for him. Like those people who want to run away into the woods so they never have to see people again, but actually he wants to genocide everyone so he never sees people again (yikes) Ooh that's actually really interesting! God considering the absolute hell I went through to get the accommodation to be allowed to use a computer (I've got some stuff going on that affects my ability to write legibly) in my exams that's actually so cool to hear they've just moved exams over to digital for everyone tbh. I also agree that the missing persons stuff could be solved by the idea of long term exposure and connections to the town (like using the secretary proxy) could totally solve the missing persons case! It actually makes total sense that there's no reason for them to have the births be happening outside Amity itself, especially with the lightbulb realisation that actually, Amity could very well specialise in something like Liminal surgery - imagine a C-section where you never have to actually cut into the womb? You can have your usual specialists involved in surgery but also an invisibility/intangibility specialist who's entire job is to essentially make the patient invisible and intangible so the surgeons can work with as little damage to the mother as possible, only cutting the placenta and having the mother pass the afterbirth later instead of risking the nightmare that is tearing or other complications.

This could legit apply to so many surgeries honestly, to the point high risk surgeries can and will be referred into Amity itself or have the specialists possibly fly out depending on if its deemed safe for patient and doctor (Can never rule out a trafficking trap after all. All highly specialised residents go with an escort there and back. They're free to leave whenever they want, but the fear of the GIW or similar groups faking an emergency so they can capture the surgeons is real.)

Heart valves that need to be placed in young kids, brain surgeries where the damage is deep that you suddenly don't have to dig for (that might have been completely inoperable before), leg realignments, all sorts of stuff solved just by not having to cut through the patient to get to the problem Also imagine being one of those secretaries when the JL eventually shows up to investigate and you're the obvious connection to the town no one can find? Like, on one hand no one here is weirder than what you've already seen just growing up. On the other hand this is like the entire FBI arriving on your door, and I don't think most people are immune to the realisation that Troubles Coming.

FR though becoming a Ghost is not unlike becoming a Lich I think. Like you're essentially undead sure but you're suddenly super hard to kill and peoples terror over death is normally the idea of ceasing to exist, so if you become a ghost you 'conquer' death and also get a super power super boost? Oh yeah once people figure that out shit is going DOWN.

It would also be interesting that if people were immigrating in large numbers and the usual death method of population decline no longer applies, how long could the perception filter actually HOLD? Like, if the perception filter grows with Amity, how long until Amity itself eventually eclipses some kind of interstate?

Will people be able to travel that interstate? Will they witness the town as they drive through it, some mad glimpse of utopia, only to forget as they get out the other side?

What if they decide to stop, spend a week, then find out they've been missing with no recollection of that time at all? Constantine could very well stumble across it by that method alone (though honestly I can also see him being one of the hired investigators for what exactly is happening with the credit companies/supply chains) and honestly?? the guy apparently vibes around in magical bars. I think he'd keep it a secret for a while, just to enjoy it, but he'd mention it eventually if for nothing else than the fact I don't know if he'd be alright with ignoring the effects this is having on people just passing through or the wider possible effects on the economy if there are infect any. Also the entire town is running on Death Energy so landing in it is probably like getting full body slammed to someone not expecting it. That might rightly freak him out a Touch. Imagine if the house of mysteries just happened to let him off there without thinking about it? (Also I admit I do not know the significance of the name john Galt ?)

Why doesn't the justice league know about Amity Park?

Okay so it's been a bit sonce I watched the show but one of the things in DpxDC is the anti-ecto acts, which I love, but correct me if I'm wrong, I THINK ??? they only show up in reality trip? SO: What if Danny, when using the gauntlet to undo everything, also got rid of the Anti-Ecto acts? but this is babys first time editing reality so he uh Fucks Up A Lil'. As a result when Danny used the reality gauntlet to wipe the AEA from existence he accidentally wiped Amity Park from perception. A big 'nothing matters over here' jedi mind trick, and now no ones looking at Amity. So, the Justice League actually WERE looking into and monitoring the situation in Amity, but when the perception filter closed them off, all of that suddenly went ignored.

This is noticed when someone (Alfred, Dick, Tim, literally anyone) realises theres just. A BIG dusty pile of case files semi abandoned somewhere in the cave when going through a (time period)ly cave cleaning.

They put it down because it's Not Important.

They come back to finish the cleaning the next day and do the exact same thing, but there's nothing to actually distract them this time and it pings as weird. Because why would case files be not important? They are by definition important, because only things flagged as important go into case files.

They try to get someone else to read it, because as long as they don't read the information in the file, they don't put it down.

That person goes to read it, gets a line in and then says something like 'that isn't important' and goes to leave. Person A pushes it and person B ALSO catches on.

Que the Batfam trying to figure out hey, what the fuck actually?

Meanwhile, how is Amity fairing? Canon compliant everything's going alright? Or have knock on effects to No One Look Here started to show?