#in a public place

[lily-valley-hyperfixates]

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[citricat]

being the favorite character of the fandom is both a blessing and a curse!

for one, i’m shipped with like. everybody else? one of em is literally just canon for me [love u V :3] and another i don’t mind [thad is cool] but the rest im.. :[ about

esp being shipped with my best friend could like.. could u guys not do that.. makes me uncomfy :[ why can’t a guy and a girl be best friends without everyone calling it romantic [bonus points: i kinda see her as a sister!! makes it even worse!! aaaaa!!!]

[bethehhhny]

Hi friends are any of yall from the Netherlands and wanna meet up in late July or August?

[2wo-knav3s]

best notification possible

[hypewinter]

Cold skin, no pulse. The child was dead. Clark had failed him. He hadn't been fast enough to save him. But he would be fast enough to prevent this from happening to another child. That he guaranteed.

Danny wakes up from his nap in the arms of none other than Superman. A very scary looking Superman he might add. He really really didn't want to face a scary looking Superman. So he squeezes his eyes shut and pretends to still be sleeping.

[nitw]

i think hoodies with pockets are so appealing to autistic people because we never fuckin know what to do with our hands

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP: Travel Buddy

"I already told you I'm not going to another country! I'm going to New Mexico!" The shout echoes with frustration across the airport. Dick looks up from his phone to where a man is arguing with a woman behind a counter. She has a pinched grimace on her face, an expression only those who have worked in customer service are familiar with.

It's the look of someone who dances on the line of "I don't need to up with this bullshit. I don't need this job" and "Think of your bills, think of your check, stay calm."

There is a long line behind him, where everyone is making faces at the delay.

Dick often preferred to travel with Justice League tech, as nothing beat the speed of instant teleportation, but he needed to have some records of traveling the normal for his civilian identity. It would be suspicious if he was seen worldwide with no signs of how he got there.

It was a necessary evil to have his loveable wanderlust persona that was Dick Grayson-Wayne. He had taken a few aspects of Brucie Wayne but replaced the playboy reputation with a restlessness that couldn't stand being in one place for too long.

Growing up with people constantly pointing out how attractive he was, which would have been fine were it not for the rich old men and women who leered at him through his teen years. He could not stomach being a playboy, allowing those who objectified him to think he enjoyed their attention.

It was easier to be the easily distracted, pretty son who was always away from home instead. It helped that Bruce had plenty of private jets to gift his son for whatever whimsy urge to move hit him. That was why he was in Illinois today.

Dick's jet had needed to stop for some fuel, and like most commercial airlines, they were told that they needed to wait before heading up again. They may have enough money to afford their own planes, but commercial planes have the right of way.

Then a storm was reported at Gotham Airlines, and his pilot told Dick they were grounded until it cleared up. It could be a delay of six hours.

Dick didn't mind, having told his staff to take a break. If it got too bad, he would buy everyone a hotel room to try again tomorrow. His private jet staff seemed stunned by the offer, insisting they could wait to see if it was clear enough to fly in a few hours.

He had decided he wanted to have some crappy airport snacks, as it was part of the experience, and walked around the airport munching on his chocolate donut. He found a little booth selling local coffee, prompting him to find a seat near the welcome counter and scroll through his phone.

He still had three hours to kill, so he considered exploring the area a little. I suggest finding some hotels just in case. There was little in this place. The closest city was Amity Park, but it was only beside the mall and a decent burger joint; there was little to do.

It was one of those small towns that, despite not having many people, was well spread out due to all the open spaces. The people who lived there either raised a family, retired or had bloodlines traced generations back to the town's founding.

"Sir, as I stated before, you need a passport, and you have to pay for an international ticket to go to Mexico," The woman hissed. Some people in line began muttering about how annoying the man was for arguing.

"All I have is my driver's license. I could go home for my passport. That's no issue, but I am not paying for an international ticket to Mexico when I am not going there! I'm staying in the US! New Mexico is a state!" the man shouts, flailing his long black trenchcoat. It makes the black ponytail swing side to side as he leans on the counter. "How do you work in travel and not know that!?"

"What is going on here?" A man demands, stepping beside the gumming woman. Dick can tell he is the manager just by the way his uniform looks different.

"This man is refusing to listen." The counter lady practically spits and is now leaning well over the "I don't need this job" side of the customer service line. Dick finds himself standing up as the manager gets a quick rundown of the problem.

The crowd was getting impatient, even with the two other representatives slowly calling up the next customer. Curious by the outcome, Dick drifts closer, listening to the man explain that he wants to go to New Mexico to study the enormous reports of violent paranormal sightings.

He was apparently visiting all highly haunted states in the US to write a book about the history of the hauntings, but when he was attempting to get his ticket, the woman had been convinced he was leaving the country. Dick watched in real-time as the manager also seemed to think New Mexico was in Mexico because he began to explain the international policy to the fuming man.

They threatened to put him on the no-fly list if he continued causing them trouble. That angered the traveler even more, and he raised his voice and waved his arms as he insisted the location be within the country.

Dick pulls out his phone, typing with one thumb quickly and pulling up a map of the country. He slid right next to the trio, standing at the stranger's left with an easy smile.

"Excuse me, can I have a moment of your time?" He asks

The woman's frustration is now nearing its tipping point, but the manager must have recognized him, for he hastily scrambles to make his expression more pleasant.

"Mr. Grayson-Wayne! Please give me one moment to sort this out. I can help you if that's okay with you. I'm sorry for the delay. Karen, call security to have this man escorted out."

"What!?" Demands the guy as the woman grins.

"With pleasure."

"New Mexico is a US state, " Dick cuts in, displaying his screen. "It's been one since 1912, I'm afraid."

The airline employees are pale as they stare at his phone before the manager pulls it out of his pocket and types rapidly on it. A few seconds later, his already white face goes even whiter.

Dick considers the man next to him, who has a grin starting to bloom on his face. It's a pretty handsome face if he's honest. A dig has him looking away towards his phone.

It's a message from his pilot. It seems the storm was due to Mr. Freeze, and they weren't expecting it to clear for at least four days. He was asking if there was anywhere else Dick wanted to fly to.

"I'm so sorry. I'll bump you up to first class." The manager says to the stranger, who is looking rather smug now. Dick considers his pilot's question before thinking, why not.

He does have an image to uphold, after all.

"Would you like a ride in my private jet? " Dick turns to the man, who blinks at him while cutting off the rambling of the woman and the manger. "I can drop you off wherever you want in New Mexico. Where were you headed?"

"Ugh, I wanted to visit Dawnson Cemetry, " the man stammers. "I-do you really have a private jet?"

"Yeah. Would you like to go with me?"

There is a moment of hesitation before the man grabs his wallet off the counter and nods. "If it's not too much trouble," he responds cautiously.

"It's not. I'm Dick Grayson-Wayne, by the way."

"Danny Fenton."

Dick waves the two employees away, winking at them as they slump in relief that Danny doesn't seem to want to make this into an incident. Likely, he had just been upset they weren't listening.

"Most haunted places in the US, huh?" Dick asks while sending a text to his crew. He gets confirmation that they can head over to the southwest post haste. "Aren't you scared of ghosts?"

Danny gives an odd little smirk. "I haven't been afraid of ghosts since I was fourteen."

Dick stares at his mouth a little too long, swinging his gaze back to his phone when he gets a message from Bruce. His dad had been informed of the flight change and was using the coded message to confirm Dick being the one to change it.

He types out a response, ignoring the fluttering of his heart. If he checks to see what other states are highly haunted as Danny looks around his jet with a fallen jaw, that's only because he has four days to kill.

[millioneyemothman]

an abandoned house in Pike County, Illinois. taken by Arthur Greenberg for Project Documerica.

[flycasual]

I'm not sure I can actually fully express how much I love libraries. No matter how long I might go without being in one, they are always there when I need them. Nothing is safer to me than rows of books in a community building. I don't remember lots of my childhood, but I remember what it felt like to stand in my school's library and feel like it was so much larger than it actually was. I remember almost every day after high school I wouldn't be picked up for a while, so I would walk to the public library right next door. I'd sit there for hours, on the floor, picking through whatever was nearby. I volunteered there. I used it to read books my family wouldn't allow me to touch. Even now, as an adult, when I feel unsafe I go to the library. I'll spend all day there, reading, drawing, just sitting. No one wants anything from you for being there. You can just sit and be and it's warm and safe and fun.

[dannyphannypack]

college is supposed to be a new start for danny: one in which his “work” life and personal life stay strictly separate. but when danny moves into his new gotham university dorm for the upcoming semester, his hopes are dashed. gotham is overflowing with lost souls, and they won’t leave him alone long enough for him to finish his damn physics homework.

when mr. and mrs. wayne offer him refuge in their old study, danny thinks he’d be stupid not to take it. he wasn’t expecting their house to still be inhabited, but whatever. he can blend into the background. he’ll do anything for some peace and quiet.

now if only he can convince martha to stop trying to out him to the rest of the family.

[violent138]

Jason, over comms: "Hey Dickie I need some help."

Dick, alarmed: *knocking out the guy he's fighting* "Anything, what's up? Are you okay?"

Jason: "I need help with making a resume."

Dick:

Jason: "And don't worry about it, I already faked the police check. Oh and I need a couple references, you cool with a few fake identities?"

Dick: "Before I do any of this,"

Jason: "Shoot."

Dick: "For what possible job?"

Jason: "Don't worry about it."

Dick: "Don't worry--" *slightly hysterical laugh* "--you're aware what your last place of employment was?"

Jason: "Yeah, we should get our stories straight, I put it down as self-employed."

[reiverreturns]

probably a good thing i don’t live in london because i might be inclined to hunt this man down and kill him with my bare hands xox

[dollya-robinprotector]

When I finally downloaded the latest update after months of not playing and the first thing that greeted me was "fucking Robin in their room now also reduces their Lust"

[bizarrelittlemew]

Lucius & Pete — from storage room hookup to mateys for life 🥹

[abbysfawn]

HAVE U GUYS HEARD THIS YET?? it’s an nsfw rp audio and it sounds like abby omg holy shit