#oh no ...

[cosmordial]

@spacerebel-ships-in-spaceships

[dougielombax]

Oh no.

Anyway.

How are these infernal things still allowed on the roads?

Putting aside the recalls I mean.

[xdarkrealityx]

I'm willing to take that risk

[obsessed-with-book-boyfriends]

Oh, oh no… I am very unwell apparently…

@rookinthecrownest @emmg @vorchagirl @queenmuzz

There’s more I wanna tag, just can’t remember the names off the top of my head 😅 have fun!

y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too

[brightlotusmoon]

[genderenaissance]

he looks so happy and hopeful…

research era!jon , my beloved 24 year old with a literature degree

[allthatispeculiar]

[webcomicname]

[glitchphotography]

"Blue Screen of Death" (Deluxe Paint IV, 2024)

[theeroticlover]

This ?

[mistakenot4892]

Someone at Crowdstrike is going to have a very bad weekend. International outages on Windows machines due to BSOD and boot loops.

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”

[polycrowtruther]

I see this and I raise you:

Helnik baby is picky AND has ADHD - the concept of food does not ever cross that baby's mind. Nina will be planning meals for the day and just lean over like:

"Hello baby, what do you think you'd like for meals?"

"I dunno. A carrot, maybe?"

"Baby, I mean like for big meals. Like breakfast, or dinner."

"... t-two carrots?"

Matthias and Nina have mental breakdowns in the market trying to figure out what they could possibly get their baby to eat and LIKE eating it. The poor thing does not remember to have meals unless they physically plop her down in her high chair.

I just found a partly-written fic I had completely forgotten about…

So if anyone wants to read “Helnik parents fic where they are struggling with what to them is an absolutely baffling concept: their daughter is a picky eater.” feel free to use this post to badger me about it

[destielmemenews]

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[lucybellwood]