#poor manners

[reasoningdaily]

When they act like they heard what you said

THIS RIGHT HERE - this is really a PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

please stop doin this bs. cause yeah, it's not cool and it's not funny either.

[pallanophblargh]

Wake up, new cryptid just dropped!

It’s true that I’ve had to reimagine my day to day life since we got her, but I can’t imagine how we got this lucky. We thought we would have to work to earn her love, but from the moment she entered our house it’s been a cuddlefest, one I couldn’t possibly deny. There are hurdles she will be facing to be sure (and she will still need to meet the cats face to face) but I’m so happy to see this happy lil cheese every day. Welcome home Raclette!

(The couches will always be hers, even if it means she does try to smush whatever I’m working on at the time!)

[jadecantcreate]

been watching s1ep6 of uprooted! some bad doodles of a few of my favorite moments thus far

[phiosart]

taste test >:3

[mrmanbat]

As a child who moved around a lot and learned English as her 4th(?) language I feel like commenting on Dicks experience.

Children pick up on language quickly so it really wouldn’t be difficult for him. Just really annoying.

I like to think that Bruce would bombard him with those textbooks for kids half his age in attempt to get him up to speed with his peers. He probably also had those special ed teachers that would take him out of class once or twice a week to read some dumbass book.

This naturally caused him to hate reading English with a passion. It’s not so much the language barrier with kids his age but the way the adults around him act,

[cry-ptidd]

Hirano can be very based sometimes I think

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #142 Part 2

His parents had spent years working on their portal, to the point where they were neglecting their own children. Danny didn’t know any better, neither did Jazz. To them it was just how their family ran and for the most part it worked for them. It allowed Danny to really study space and the Stars. His room was covered with different ship models on the shelves, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and posters on the walls.

Jazz had similarly explored her own thoughts and topics as she studied Psychology. Her room was more feminine but still had a certain scientific decorum to it.  

He never thought that he’d suddenly be ripped from all the things he loved. But here he was with the trench coat man, instead of taking some biology class or something.

“What happened with the portal?” Danny asked.

The man took a long sigh, “listen… quite a lot of shit went down after your accident.” 

“That tells me nothing,” Danny glared at the man.

“I get your upset kid, but let me at least know your name. Mine's John Constantine,” 

“…Danny,” Danny muttered after a moment. He wasn’t sure he trusted the man but he guessed he had no choice. He was also noticing he felt a bit off, it was the weirdest gut feeling and Danny was having trouble telling exactly what the feeling was. It was like the feeling was telling him to trust John, although at the same time John had this weird feeling about him that had Danny feeling weary. He decided to trust John just a little, hopefully it got him back home, after a moment Danny spoke again, “…Can you at least tell me if the portal worked?”

The room was silent for a moment and then John spoke “Alright, fine, I’ll tell you what happened but some background first, do you know who the ancients are?” 

The name didn’t sound familiar, “Ancients? Like Ancient Aliens or something?” 

“No, no…” John took a swig from a flask in his pocket and then started fiddled with an unlit cigarette he pulled from a different pocket. He then looked Danny up and down, “You don’t know the first thing about the infinite realms do you?”

“The what?” None of this was making any sense and the more Danny talked to this guy the more he was getting a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Something about this conversation felt wrong, like Danny should know all of this already but he just didn’t. 

“Right well… I guess the easiest way to explain this is the portal your parents made was to the infinite realms.” John said, putting the cigarette in his mouth.

“My parents called it the Ghost Zone.” Danny muttered.

John seemed to chuckle at that, “I mean it is mainly inhabited by ghosts, however they aren’t the only ones, far from it in fact. I’m sorry but… I couldn’t allow your parents unlimited access to the realms. I had to disable it and prevent it from being reactivated.”

Danny felt a little disheartened after hearing that, he guessed John was probably right though. He remembered hearing his parents talk about how they’d dissect every ghost they found to study them. The bully’s at his school often bullied Danny over it especially after his dad and mom would continually embarrass him on parent teacher nights and on field trips.

Danny let out a small sigh, “so when can I go home?”

John looked a little surprised, his eyebrow quirked up, “so you're unaware of your situation right now?”

“Situation?” Danny trailed off, he remembered getting shocked and then he remembered waking up here, “where are we?”

John let out another sigh, “shit, well from my research you're supposed to know everything about your powers when you wake up.”

This made no sense to Danny, powers? Danny didn’t have powers, he didn't have the meta-gene.

“Powers? I don’t have the meta-gene. I think you have the wrong person.” Danny stated as he folded his arms in front of himself.

“Then how are you floating?” John asked with a smirk.

Danny looked down and he indeed was floating just an inch off the bed, he wondered when that started but the feeling threw him off a little as he stumbled a little trying to keep himself upright. It didn’t work and he fell back down on the bed with a little thud. He turned to see John watching him with a small hint of amusement in his eyes. 

“What am I?” Danny asked, his voice small and a little panicked.

“You, Danny Fenton, are an Ancient. I know the term makes it seem like you're old but the term is more because your people are ancient in age.” The explanation made no sense to Danny but he could somehow float now. He thought the term ‘Ancient’ was a little much for some floating powers.

[unicornpopcorn14]

Kunikida genuinely snapping at Dazai makes for an interesting scenario...

It isn't a 'haha Kunikida is strangling Dazai for not pulling his weight' moment, but one filled with yells, flailing hands, rage and spilled tears because he's overworked and stressed and Dazai isn't helping and he's just so, so tired.

It could be due to him having no proper sleep all week. It could be due to a failed mission and only him getting reprimanded by Fukuzawa. It could be due to Dazai pushing his buttons too far. It could be the frustration piling up to the brim and finally spilling out.

But all the same, Dazai thinks that it's their typical ritual of Kunikida getting angry at him at first, so he pushes further, until the yells get hearty, the words get harsh, the tears spill, and Dazai just stares, stupified. He isn't sure what to say or do, blanking because things are currently out of his depth. Can't even say a word when Kunikida storms and leaves...

Later, when things settle after Kunikida receives the space he needs, Dazai would try to go and apologize, to own up to his mistakes in the ways he knows how, which isn't to say are right or great ways, but close enough...

Of course, Kunikida doesn't expect Dazai to magically switch from slacker to hard worker just because of this single instance, but he conveys his appreciation for Dazai's apologies anyway, saying sorry himself for the unwarranted yelling and harsh words. They make it work.

And they spring right back the day after...

[sysig]

Congrats on your promotion (Patreon)

[natelia-aldelliz]

"Fucking hell..."

Roach rolls his eyes at that, barely hearing Simon answering Shepherd. What was wrong this time, was the new guy too friendly? Too energetic? Was he not dead inside enough for Simon's tastes? He swears, sometimes this man infuriates him. Four years. He's been dead for four years and he's still mourning like day one.

Which wouldn't be such an issue if he didn't isolate himself to do so. He's not talking to anyone these days, barely talks with Price even. Certainly not to a therapist.

"You could show some manners," Roach complains out loud, knowing that the only person that would hear him was the man standing a bit further away with a big hole in the middle of the chest. If he even knew english.

"Oh, sorry," the new guy answers.

"What?" Simon grunts next to him.

Roach frowns. He had been so lost in his thoughts he had missed the first part of the conversation. Who was the new guy talking to?

"Uh," the man - what was his name again? Soap? - says, sending a confused look towards -

Roach turns around, trying to see what Soap was looking at, looking through him like that. There's nothing behind him, though.

"I... was saying sorry because I thought I stepped on your foot."

Simon hums and lets his bored look linger on Soap. Roach would've taken that answer as the truth if not for the fact that the man keeps sending little looks in his direction.

Can he... can he see him? He shoves back down the gigantic wave of hope that almost overwhelms him.

"Nod if you can hear me," he tries with a little voice.

Soap... nods, he nods! He's nodding, he's pretty sure it can't be interpreted as anything else. He gapes, forgets to breathe. It's not like he needs it, but he always liked to keep the habit. Made him feel more like himself.

"Bounce your leg twice if you can see me..."

The leg bounces twice. Roach has no idea what to say. No idea how to react. He can feel his burned side starting to smoke again.

"Are you dead too?" he finally asks, trying to make sense of it all.

Soap shakes his head no.

"What? But how..." how can he see him then?

Soap shrugs slightly. He... doesn't know? What? But that's not a satisfying answer at all, what the fuck? He frowns and Soap smiles apologetically in response.

[bunsandstuff]

“Alright, I’ve closed my eyes. What is it?”

A first kiss

[yaralulu]

rhys i’m outside your window with a shotgun.

[assblastergaster]

being an etho follower means you will patiently and diligently wait all day for the SL upload, watching other perspectives go up in the early hours of the morning, and then seeing the announcement that the episodes are getting combined far too late in the day to replan the snack-getting relaxation time you had prepared

[columboscreens]

[petratherrock]

Correct me if I'm wrong but I think I saw you downright eating a brick?? What madness, oh brother of my loved one?

Oh no, no, there's an entirely innocent and totally not weird explanation for that. You see, I was attempting to eat the platelets of this forsaken place or for lack of a better word, the janitors if you wanna use the technical term Cleaners 😃✌🏻

You see that's how we've been able to sustain ourselves in this lower level all this time!

HAHAHAHAHA HAAHAHAHA

[frankingsteinery]

friendly reminder victor is classist