#not that I’ve met any

[bobbys-not-that-small]

Quill Kipps has exquisite penmanship, pass it on

[lotus-pear]

OH BTW thank you for 11k i JUST checked the follower count after like. four or five months so it’s hella delayed BUT ALL OF UR SUPPORT TRULY MEANS A LOT 😭😭😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[bluesgras]

RAHHH THERES 1000 OF YOU WOOOO

i don’t even know what to say but thank you all so so so so so so much. that’s like at least 10 of you. that’s a lot man

ANYWAY DTIYS RULES OR WHATEVER

#bluesgras1k so i can see it, you can tag me if you’d like to as well!

uhh it can be anything vaguely similar or themed around the photo and SD leo? yeah i think that’s it. no deadline, though i guess if you want one, the end of november. other then that go wild tumblr

and thank you

[gallery-in-the-forest]

Me:*reads a bunch of silly fics with Coby’s parents being characters we know*

My brain:Hey, you know who we haven’t seen yet AND has pink hair?

Me:No-Oh god

Brain:Oh yes

Anywayyyyssss what if Coby was one of BM’s kids?

Edit:Behold

[starry-bi-sky]

Au where one day Daniel Thomas Fenton, 16 years old, retired ghost vigilante finally decides to tell his parents about the Accident when he was fourteen.

It… doesn’t end well. To say the least. Physically? Danny’s fine. But it blows up into a huge argument that ends with Danny getting disowned. And Danny, sick and tired of the years of neglect and fear and hate that’s radiated his house for years. Well, he just leaves. He doesn’t want to be part of the Fenton Family, he wants nothing to do with it.

He changes his name. Daniel Thomas Fenton to Thomas Nightingale. Before he was born, his parents asked Jazz what she thought her brother’s name would be. Two years old, she said Tommy. So when Danny was born, he was named Daniel Thomas Fenton.

Danny might not wanted to have been connected to the Fenton family, but he still wanted to be connected to his sister. He leaves town, but they keep in contact. And he stays in touch with Sam and Tucker too. They, along with Jazz, helped him change his name.

For the sake of continuity, I’ll keep calling him Danny.

A few months after Danny leaves Amity Park, he catches news from Eli. His little sisterdaughterclone contacting him to let him know that she snuck into Vlad’s to cause some mischief, and discovered that he was at it again.

He’d cloned Danny again. And this time it looked like it might be a successful boy. He was a baby. Danny rushed over to Vlad’s as fast as possible.

It wasn’t hard to break into the lab. Vlad was as cocky as he was stupid, and Danny had long since learned his tricks. The baby was being cared for by the vulture henchmen that Vlad used. Who were about as competent at taking care of a baby as the three fairies were in Maleficent.

Danny stole all information about the clone — how he was made, what Vlad did. Everything.

Turns out, the baby was more Danny’s son than he was a clone. Vlad had somehow rubbed two braincells together hard enough to have an epiphany of some sort. Rather than use Danny’s unstable DNA to make a clone from scratch, he used Danny’s DNA and an unnamed girl his age to make him.

(Safe to say, Danny was seriously creeped out.)

He also, somehow, figured out why Eli came out as Danielle rather than Daniel. It was the same reason that Danny’s suit went from white to black and his hair black to white when he went ghost. It was the ectoplasm’s weird inverting properties. Vlad had tried to make a male clone, but the ectoplasm he used inverted to make a girl. So, he tried the same thing, and instead tried to make a girl. The ectoplasm made the baby girl into a baby boy.

He had also, Danny seriously bet it was unintentional, somehow made the baby completely, utterly human. Well, almost completely human. The little boy was liminal in the same way Jazz was, with the minuscule changes to match. Sharper canines, a small ghostly sense, and eery eyes.

All in all, the baby was useless to Vlad. He didn’t have the powers Vlad wanted. Which Danny bet dollar to dollar was the biggest drawback to the egomaniac.

Well, what one crazed maniac found useless, Danny found he adored. It didn’t take long to dispatch the vultures, and Danny found himself hovering over the baby’s crib, unsure of what to do as the little boy’s bright blue eyes stared up at him with innocent wonder. He didn’t even know to fear strangers yet.

“Hello,” he said softly, and lowered his feet to the floor, changing back from ghost to human. “I’m Thomas.” He’d developed a weariness to his original name after Dan, and after his disownment, disliked it entirely.

The baby latched onto Danny’s finger with a gurgle, and that was it. Close the book, the end. Danny’s heart squeezed itself in his chest, a low coo trapped itself in his throat. And with hands that had never held something so small before, he picked him up.

“I bet he was gonna name you Daniel, wasn’t he?” He asked, trying to remember what the safest way to hold a baby that couldn’t keep its head up was. He cradled the baby to his chest. “He’s crazy. Don’t worry, I’ll take you with me.”

The baby just stared up at him, one chubby hand crushing his shirt. Danny couldn’t help but smile, now he knew why people always got so mushy around babies. There was so much to love about them. “I’ll come up with a better name.” He said, and walked away from the crib — there was probably something in Vlad’s lab that helped the baby. Some kinda diaper bag or something?

As he looked, he wracked his head for names. As well as that, he tried to think about what to do moving forward. The baby wasn’t like Eli, who was independent enough that she traveled the world and did whatever she wanted. He was a baby. Tiny, vulnerable, dependent. And legally, he didn’t exist.

“Why don’t I call you Bruce?” He said aloud, looking back down to the baby. Bruce. He liked the name. Bruce just looked up at him, and then tried to eat his shirt.

Danny didn’t think it was possible to fall in love so fast. “Okay, Bruce it is then.” He was smiling ear to ear. “Hi, Bruce.”

He found a diaper bag soon enough, it was near Bruce’s crib, tucked on it’s side under a chair. Danny slung it over his shoulder, switched forms, and flew out of the mansion

…

First thing to know about taking care of babies; it was hard. Danny flew miles from Vlad’s house, intangible and invisible, before he finally stopped at a gas station. He switched back, and then called Jazz

Who… immediately tore into him for making such a reckless, impulsive choice to go willingly into Vlad’s house

(Eli was a snitch)

(But not a big enough snitch apparently, she left the surprise baby to Danny to talk about)

And after the subsequent tearing into, Danny told her about Bruce

“What are you gonna do with him?”

“I’m not sure. I can’t just *leave* him. He’s so small Jazz.”

“Are you gonna keep him with you little brother?”

“…”

“…Just until I can figure something out.”

“I’ll send you some articles about taking care of babies then.”

Danny undeniably gets attached

He swore he’d figure something out by the end of the week. One week stretched into two. Two stretched to a month. And then a few months. And then Bruce was learning how to crawl, and he was babbling.

And he was just as attached to Danny as Danny was to Bruce.

Danny was all the way northeast by then, finding himself in Gotham. He was seventeen now, almost an adult in the eyes of the law. He was going to stay a week, if even that long, in Gotham.

And then he saved an eccentric elderly couple from being mugged. And by the end of the week he was staying in the elusive Wayne Family Manor as a special guest.

The Waynes were childless. They’d had tried for years to get a son, until eventually they gave up on it. But if you looked at their younger portraits, you’d think Danny was theirs by birth.

Days turned to weeks to months to nearly a year. And then more. Bruce was walking now, and he called Danny ‘daddy’ and he was still just as clingy as he was when he was on bottles.

Danny adored him.

And the Wayne couple were so kind to him. Danny had waited for weeks for the other shoe to drop. Nobody this rich was this kind, at least not anyone that Danny had encountered besides Sam, and Sam’s family were guppies in a pond compared to the behemoths that were the Waynes.

There was no other shoe drop. The Waynes never expected anything from Danny other than he ate well and slept well and that he stay as long as he like. They didn’t force him into attending anything, not their rich people parties or events, nothing. They bought him clothes and let him decorate his room, and spoiled Bruce positively rotten.

Danny quietly, where no one but his thoughts could hear, started to think they were better parents than the ones who gave birth to him. It changed things.

On Danny’s eighteenth birthday, the Waynes gifted him adoption papers. Danny couldn’t have grabbed his pen faster.

Danny Fenton became Thomas Nightingale, and Thomas Nightingale because Thomas and Bruce Nightingale.

Then, finally, Thomas and Bruce Nightingale became Thomas and Bruce Wayne.

[nat-without-a-g]

Haha, thinking about why Lark hates Henry again

[evansbby]

my opinion on the Blake lively situation

[chloesimaginationthings]

hey! wanted to let u know that someone dubbed one of your across the spiderverse comics without creding u.

tumblr doesn't let me link videos or anything like that but you can easily search it on yt by writing "The Ultimate Miles Morales"

Thanks for telling me! They’ve apparently “dubbed” (ai voices) a couple of my comics, which tbh I don’t really mind but do mind the no credit in the video or description or comments, I’m pretty low maintenance when it comes to reposting so pretty funny

I’ll see if I can do anything about it, I kinda doubt it seeing it seems like a whole account just dedicated to not crediting, but here’s my advice

- If you ever see my work (or any artist you know) reposted and not credited, just comment and credit me yourself! So at least people can still find the source someway ^^

[thychesters]

i’m watching the asl bros flashbacks episodes now (and finally met sabo! there he is!) and people really did not hesitate to pass him off onto someone else. they don’t want to look after him so someone else can do it now. the only would-be parental figures he has have essentially played hot potato with him or just full on left, so this kid went from dragon -> garp -> dadan. (even shanks left. which, yeah, pirate.) there has to be residual trauma from that too, even if it’s been buried and he’s adjusted or viewed everything as a new adventure, there has to be a deeply rooted part of him that’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. no one wonder the guy hates being alone, and looking back at it that only adds another layer to his meltdown post-sabaody after he’s lost all of his friends. but these are people he has chosen and who have chosen him! they are friends, they are a crew, they are together, and they aren’t leaving him behind.

and watching the first few eps the only real physical form of touch luffy knew was violence, huh. people really did not hesitate to strike him, from adults to other kids. hell, ace essentially left him for dead a few times. then when he’s captured by bluejam’s guys and refuses to give ace and sabo up because “if i did i was afraid you wouldn’t be my friend” and “i don’t have anyone else” and this guy put on spiked gloves to beat him with. he spent enough time hitting him that another pirate said don’t you think this is a little much? it hurts and he’s scared and then ace and sabo bust in.

ace said “you want me around? you want me alive?” and the first thing luffy did upon waking on law’s ship was scream “where’s my brother?”

[reamed]

wild to think that there are mfs out there that just don’t listen to music/don’t enjoy music

[paverics]

i’ve never been asked in such an obvious way whether or not i’m gay as i was today at work 😭

“what about you, paige? hmm? have you got a partner?”

“oh, no. no, I don’t.”

“ah ok. so…um, errr, what’s like…what’s your preference?”

“my preference?”

“yeah”

“in what sense? what do you mean by preference”

“well, you know, like if you were with somebody. a person. what would they be like? what’s your type?”

“just peace and quiet, to be honest.”

[nateezfics]

thinking about how hongjoong would devour met gala even if he would be wearing the plainest black tuxedo (which is now happening with him) and now i want him to devour me

hongjoong would show up and show out at the met! imagine him wearing balmain 🥹 he would serve!! hong could totally make a plain tux look good but plain is not in this man’s dictionary so he would definitely wear something show stopping! did you see tyla’s look with the sand dress? that gown was designed by olivier (balmain) so imagine hong in a similar look to that, but in a men’s wear😩😩 and if he had a matching hourglass clutch like tyla omg!!!

i totally believe if ateez ever got to go to the met they’d end this habit of kpop idols being undressed at the met lmao 😆

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

Hiii…. So I might be taking a break from posting photos/videos/audios and engaging in sexual/flirtatious conversation on here for a while. Most of the time I can deal with the attention (good or bad) that I get from this blog, but every so often I struggle with how I’m perceived on here and how much I play into it as well, because honestly being flirted with feels nice, being told you’re pretty and beautiful and all sorts of things and knowing that there a people who are sexually attracted to you does feel great at times.

But I get stuck in this pattern of feeling like I’m only good for those things, that I’m only attractive if I’m being sexual and/or naked, and most of the time I can talk myself out of the spiral and maybe take small breaks from posting until I feel okay again. But it just feels like it’s getting worse the more I try to tell myself that I’m okay with it and I feel like I need to respect that boundary that my mind and body is trying to make communicate with me.

I started posting on here to feel better about myself, my body, my sexuality, etc. but I think I ultimately failed in that. If you followed me for the content I make and/or the flirtatious conversations, I won’t be upset if you unfollow me now. I’ll still be around, just not in the same capacity maybe. 💗

[freak-accident419]

genuinely dreading the day i stop writing for jhutch characters, as one of the many first authors still here to write for his chars ever since the fnaf movie came out 🥲

[lenakluthor]

insane to me that i said, point blank, that my weight is off limits it is not a topic my mother can ever bring up and she agreed and not even a week later she’s bringing up weight loss surgery and suggesting i get it and she’ll pay i-

[satanic-fruitcake]

ugh guhhhh