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simplynerdilicious-blog · 5 months ago
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A quiet evening in the Creed household.
"You know," you say stopping the circular motion of the spoon you have been swirling in your dessert for the past five minutes and pointing towards the big man sprawled across the other side of the couch " they keep warning me about you Vic... the man he's a psychopath, you should know better, he's dangerous, yap yap yap..." You hear a very faint "hmmh" as he barely looks up at you from the bag of chips he's eating very nonchalantely: "Well, glad to hear I am not the only one you don't listen to".
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big-tiddy-bi · 2 years ago
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Big brain time
So the joker has died and been brought back to life, right. So, what if all people who have been brought back are technically subjects of the ghost king. So what I’m saying Ghost king Danny and a legion of the finest ghost knights appear in the sky over Gotham to bring joker in to the ghost zone to stand trial. Also I think ghost have like written rights and I think vengeance is one because they are ghost and I think it sounds cool.
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Gothem may not be the most normal city, but a giant swirling mass in the sky oozing toxic green liquid was a first for most of citizens, but the Jason knew it well, well at least he knew what the liquid was. The pit raged within him, violent and unyielding.
The droplets of Lazarus pooled on the ground and on top of buildings creating puddles of glowing water. Jason as fast as he could put on his armor and helmet. The communicator was screaming in his ear as he ran to the top of his building to get a better vantage point of what was going on.
As if the situation could not get any weirder people started to crawl out of the water. People might not have been a good way to describe these things, but who cares about semantics wham the apocalypse seems to be right around the corner.
“Are you seeing what I’m seeing” dick asked over the coms, “because I think I just saw a centaur made out of a centipede and a Samurai come out of a Lazarus pool the came from the sky”
Replacement answered first “ I have three midevil skeleton knights and the headless horseman, so probably yeah”
“For the first time I how that scarecrow spiked the water” Steph responded “because I think I just saw the dog things from the first ghost busters and I didn’t think Damian needs another pet demon”
Before Jason could reply a blue woman covered in scales climes out of one of a pool close to him. When her snake like eyes met his he froze. Her voice was calm but she spoke with a Weight  to it. “Put down your gun, young one and go inside, our king will be herein a moment”
For some reason he felt like he was included in the “our” . With all the courage he had gained from his years of training he asked “ what do you mean our king?”
As if on cue lightning started to clash as something giant started to descend from the sky, the center was vaguely human shaped and looked like it was made of ice in one arm a black sword, on the other a red ring that looked like it was imbedded into the icy flesh of the beings body  strand of red trailing up its arm where the veins should be a cap rapped around its shoulders like someone cut it from the fabric of the universe. A crown floated above its head. It’s face look like someone scribbled it out in post prediction, Wings surrounded it, completing the biblical angel look.
“ My name is phantom” it began to speak “king of the infinite realms, defeater of pariah dark, protector of the living dead.” Phantoms voice was loud and forceful but it didn’t hurt Jason’s ears like it should, but his chest felt tight, not with fear but like someone grabbed his heart and was squeezing it. “My people have been tormented enough by your legal system’s incompetents.”
Phantom as the thing was called lifted up its sword to point in the Direction of  arkham asylum, as Jason fell down to one knee, his body forcing him to bow his head to phantom. Neither Jason nor phantom controlled this movement, but the pit.
“ the dead are mine” phantom continued “your dead are mine, their anger and hate are mine. The children you let die are mine, and most importantly the minute the joker died he became mine”
Jason’s head snapped up, he hadn’t killed the joker, that bastard was alive in arkham, no one had killed the joker, Unless he was brought back, but no sane person would bring the joker back, unless, but Bruce wouldn’t.
“Batman you have stolen my subjects rights to justice and vengeance, you and the people of gothem have until sunrise to bring the joker to me or one of my men, if not we will take him by force. Do not disappoint me”
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Tell me if it sucks, also I can’t tell if this courts as a fanfic so…
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writinginthesecrettrees · 2 years ago
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Imagine being Jessica Moore, and you've been in Heaven for you're not even sure how long. You have this vague recollection of how you died - Brady coming over and his eyes turning black, and he says "Sorry, Jess, nothing personal. But we really need Sammy to stop playing house and get back to his destiny," and then there's a slice across your belly and so much heat, and the last thing you see from where you're pinned to the ceiling is Sam's face. Horrified, tragic, but not surprised or shocked. And his brother, running through the flames of your life to drag him out.
So you're in Heaven. And it's the best day of your life, over and over, a monotony of happiness with a facsimile of Sam at your side, until suddenly it changes. The walls come down, and there are more people there. Old friends, your grandparents, their grandparents - almost everyone you could hope for. And you know that one day, Sam will be in Heaven, too. You know (you hope) that you'll share him, because you love him and hope that he found happiness with someone after you. Not too soon, but sometime. And then one day you feel it.
Sam is here. Sam is in Heaven. And it might not happen immediately, but he's going to come see you.
You just didn't expect it to be daysweeksmonths later, roaring up in his brother's big black car, but somehow that makes sense. And the way they get out of the car... identical movements, swinging their legs out and slamming their doors closed in sync. The way Dean hangs back, arms crossed, leaning against the car with a comfortable sort of smile. The way Sam's got his shoulders hunched and his hands in his pockets and how the tallest man you've ever met still manages to look up at you through his hair.
Imagine being Jessica Moore, and Sam Winchester is visiting you in Heaven and trying to apologize for how you died, but it wasn't his fault and you love him still. So all you can do is wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down, and he wraps his arms tight around your waist, buries his face in your hair, and you always thought that seeing him, feeling him here like this would feel whole.
But it doesn't.
There's something missing, and it's just a small bit for you but it's like a gaping hole in Sam and you remember feeling that when you were alive but here, where the physical is an illusion, it's like a bleeding wound, and when you look over Sam's shoulder to see Dean still leaning against his (their) car, you know.
All it takes is one hand, stretched out to him, and he's there, pressed against Sam's back, wrapping both of you in his strength and "I gotcha, Sammy," rumbled deep and low and somehow.
Somehow you know that if you'd lived, if you'd gotten married and Sam had been a lawyer and never left to find his dad, Dean would have been there. In your home, in your bed, sandwiching Sam between you both. And maybe that should feel wrong, but it feels so right here in Heaven.
Imagine being Jessica Moore, and realizing that Sam comes as a package deal and you can't have him if you won't take Dean, and somehow that's just fine.
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your-mums-nuts · 1 year ago
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Can’t wait for the inevitable confrontation between Guillermo and Nandor, with Guillermo being set off by something he says or does involving vampirism, possibly after realising he can’t be turned back and Nandor attempting to comfort him with his usual:
“Im okay, you’re okay”.
And then Guillermo finally getting his female-rage-blow-up scene:
“This is not okay! Nothing about this is okay!”.
A beat of silence, you can see the confusion in Nandor’s massive brown eyes.
“I let Derek bite me”.
Anger,hurt and fear all come to play here, words are thrown around, someone is crying (I hope it’s Nandor but I know it’s going to be Guillermo).
Everything’s out in the open, finally. They take a moment to calm down, then:
“You were never going to do it, were you?”.
Nandor is set in his resolution, he’s trying to hurt him.
“No, I wasn’t”.
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bloodpen-to-paper · 11 months ago
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There was something peaceful about Fit tearing down Spreen's house. Cathartic is really the right word, but what Fit did wasn't about revenge. The animosity that went behind it initially wasn't what took over when it came time to do the deed. It felt cathartic because Fit honored Spreen's memory. It had been real, the time he spent with Spreen, the parts he remembered. He said Spreen contributed in his own way. And the tearing down of the house was not meant to curse the name of a dead man, but rather to move on from it. Fit left alone the original starter base Spreen had never finished, leaving some piece of him on the server because even if he hadn't been around, even if he wasn't particularly a good father or husband, he had lived. Spreen had been on this server, he had a life here, and his life had been taken from him. Whatever Spreen was, it wasn't nothing. It never is. Everyone mattered in some way, every one who disappeared had been remembered even months later. And Fit accepts this. He gives his own curt nod of acknowledgement, despite being the last person you'd expect it from. Because Fit sees the value in people, and he refuses to let anyone be forgotten. Not even Spreen.
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frogwithgun · 3 months ago
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More coping bc I needed them to have a happy ending somewhere and I'll be DAMMED if I can't give it to them. This kinda suggestive so read at your own discretion. (When I say kinda I mean very kinda)
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"We're gonna be late!"
"I don't care."
Once again Getos protests have been meet on deaf ears. For the past twenty minutes Getos been trying to leave the house with Gojo. They were going to a birthday party for Yaga which had been planned by everyone. Them included. But when Gojo saw Geto, well...
He couldn't exactly resist the siren call that was his husband. "Satoru!" The man in question whined and pulled Geto closer. "I'm serious we have to leave!" Gojo just kept peppering kisses on Getos neck. And who was he to fight the strongest?
Still he tried. Keyword: tried. "Fine! One more kiss. But that's it." Gojo lit up and happily kissed Geto. Who smiled and kissed him back.
"Suguru."
"Oh my God."
Yeah they were very late to that party. 😉
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perfectlysunny02 · 2 months ago
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Maddie and Buck on opposite sides of the war.
M: "What happened to my brother that followed me everywhere?"
B: "What happened to my sister that was worth following everywhere?"
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uberguber89 · 2 months ago
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Harley Quinn, appearing from nowhere: "start a polycule!"
Superman: "whu-?! Where did-"
Harley: " I said a polycule, stupid! Date both of'em. It's easy! Like what me, Pam, and Selena gots goin' on! And Bats-y here, if he'd stop being a stick in the mud..."
Bruce: "hm......"
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Relationship advice from your opportunistic Bat-friend.
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roboticnebula · 25 days ago
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Pros of re-reading your own fic
a good time;
Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;
Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;
just a very fun time all around.
Cons of re-reading your own fic:
Is that another TYpO
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rafterdarkr · 2 months ago
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why are all these modern aus for the Odyssey set in a high school. where's the retelling where Odysseus is just a guy lost in an airport who keeps missing his connecting flights home due to a comical series of delays and disgruntled airline employees
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mycroftrh · 7 months ago
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Far worse, in my opinion, than the famous “he wouldn’t fucking say that” is “he WOULD fucking say that, as part of his facade, but you seem to think he would mean it genuinely”
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mostly-funnytwittertweets · 1 month ago
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jamjoob · 5 months ago
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great heavens i haven't posted in a while
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potofsoup · 1 month ago
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Oh look, it seems like there's a Republican-led movement to purge voter rolls in the lead-up to the election! It's almost as if your vote matters and they don't want you to vote! Anyway, I whipped up a quick map (based on this) that shows when the voter registration deadline is in each state. There are a few deadlines coming up in the next week or so.
If you live in a state that regularly purges voter rolls for infrequent voters (the orange ones in the first map), or if you moved recently, it's good to check if you're still registered to vote.
Vote.org makes it super easy to check your registration: https://www.vote.org/am-i-registered-to-vote/
Just put in your address and DOB and they'll tell you whether you're registered. (And they give you a quick link to register online if it turns out that you're not! Only the 9 states in white on my map don't have online registration, and for those they provide instructions on how to do it via mail or in person.) If you want an extra verification, find your state's election website and double-check there.
So yeah, give yourself peace of mind -- do a quick check. :)
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bebx · 5 months ago
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"undoing this character's death would take away his sacrifice and character arc" girl I don't give a shit. I'm bringing him back through the power of ao3 fix-it fics and there's nothing you can do to stop me x
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