#it's a nine hour drive

[swampthing07]

My mom asked me to fully explain Twenty One Pilots lore on our drive tomorrow!!!!!!

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Get pixelated again idiot!!!

[foldingfittedsheets]

We’re very seriously in puppy consideration mode. I’m nervous, I’ve had chronic fatigue for a while and a puppy is a lot of work but I’ve also been struggling with motivation to get up and walking and a puppy will definitely provide that. It’s hard to find a balance between good exercise and pushing it but as my doctor said the best exercise is doing something fun and walking a dog is infinitely better than walking alone.

This is kinda the best time too, since I’m still in school but my class load is so light I can actually be home and monitoring the pup way more than if I have to be at work for long hours. I’m mostly worried about potty training, and this would work out well for that.

Also the kind of dog we’re looking at would be able to do helpful tasks without being fully service trained. I loved being in 4H with my dog Sly growing up, doing training and tricks. We could take them around to dog parks and hiking if I improve to that level. It’s exciting but also scary.

[lacnunga]

In the wake of the IA situation, I've seen a lot more posts circulating about using your local library and I just. Sigh

[todayisafridaynight]

new doujin grab a copy when it releases 6/9/69

[manhattan-gamestop]

Broke: Making life decisions based on the person you're dating

Woke: Making life decisions based around your pets

[jwooyoung]

if my job really makes me come in the entire rest of the week even tho there is gonna potentially be a category 3 hurricane hitting us I will genuinely lose my shit

[3leafstem]

Spinning and Throwing Bread for an Hour

That's it. That's the drawing.

Day Eight of 100 Days of Deathduo; one of my earliest memories with Icee on Rat Server

[vdragon57]

I've been drawing in FlipaClip!

[strohller27]

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[asexual-vampire]

Driving to visit your long distance partner and whenever they tell you to, you have to find a place to stop and edge however many times they demand. Pulling over in dirty truck stops and tiny gas stations just to hide in the bathroom and bring yourself to the edge over and over. If there isn't a stop close enough, you might even be forced to pull over on the side of the road and edge right there in your car, with only tinted glass separating you from the dozens of cars zooming by. By the time you actually get to your partner, you're already a dripping and desperate mess, just how they like you <3

[halfelven]

elanor ‘ellie’ making her way home 🥰

[thekidsarentalright]

no official announcement yet but i checked their website and FOB ARE COMING TO SEATTLE AND PORTLAND I AM WINNING SO FUCKING HARD LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO

[john4the4leper]

As an American I perceive America in a very specific way

I think it looks like this

[youcouldbeminetonight]

imagine living near a city artists actually go to on tour...