#twoot talks

[redflagshipwriter]

Ghost Driver 2

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Batman, Danny reflected, was an irritatingly hard guy to find. Which was just plain silly! The dude had been in his apartment. He had seen the guy out in public by chance! It had been impossible for him to avoid Batman in a city of millions when that had been his number two goal! 

And yet every time Danny made it to a house fire or gunshot sound or the signal on top of the police station, the fucker was already gone. 

‘Can’t say shit about his work ethic,’ Danny had to admit. ‘He really keeps it moving. Why isn’t he having a break? He arrested Joker today and apparently met up with his estranged kid.’

He stopped in his tracks as that finally clicked into place. 

Jay was Batman’s kid. His estranged batling. 

“Weird,” Danny said, appreciative. Jay truly was a catch. He had a backstory! It was probably tragic, judging by the way that he was. 

Oh. He could probably like, fight and stuff. Danny mulled that over as he half heartedly drove towards the police station. Had Danny ever really dated someone who could fight? It would be nice to not be the protector. When one of them inevitably got kidnapped by a villain, Danny wanted to be it. He didn’t want to solve riddles or discover new powers. 

He indulged in a power fantasy for a while of being able to say, “oh no, save me!” and then just hanging around looking sexy and scared and shit. A goofy grin stole across his face. Teehee. He giggled. If he wasn’t trying to confirm proof of life he would be kicking his feet and blushing over the idea. 

Not that death would be, like, that much of a barrier. Jay was not going to peacefully move on to the other side. Jay was gonna be an undead motherfucker, Danny was calling it now. He had the spirit. 

He parked in a locked parking garage by going intangible through the wall and went fully ghost to fly the last stretch towards the police station. It was a little bit ridiculous to stake out for Batman, but this was the low he was resorting to. Ugh. Strategy. He had a strategy. Despicable. He had to, right? He had to.

‘If I do this, then he’s probably going to report the sighting to the GIW. I might have to transfer.’

Danny wallowed a bit in self pity about having a problem he couldn’t argue or punch his way out of. He stuck his hands in his armpits and sulked, hovering in the air above the main police station. Someone was hanging out on the roof. He squinted at them optimistically, but they were just smoking. He morosely did a few flips. The smoker went back inside, shutting the door with a sort of deliberate silence that implied they were not allowed to smoke on the roof.

Long minutes stretched out. Absolutely nothing happened.

While he was wallowing alone, he remembered to send his mom a thank you text and let her know Wulf had arrived safely. 

A car! Someone was pulling up to the police station!

Danny perked up before he remembered that Batman would not be coming to the station by car, and almost certainly not in a mauve minivan. 

The sun started to rise and Danny had to admit that it was not going to work out. He let out a little screech of frustration, hands in his hair. How was someone supposed to get a hold of Batman? He didn’t have a publicly listed phone number, Facecard, or… did he have a twooter account? Danny went to check.

He did. Batman had a verified twooter account. Danny stared at his screen for a minute, mouth slightly ajar. 

“I wasted so much time,” he realized. Then he switched to the account that Tucker had made for Phantom, took a selfie of himself floating over the police station, and tagged Batman in it. He pursed his lips and considered what to say for a minute. 

“I just wanna talk. HMU dude.” 

That was perfect. He hit send twoot. 

His mentions exploded before he could get his phone into his pocket. Danny startled so badly that he dropped it onto the police station rooftop. He shrieked and dive bombed like a seagull, desperately trying to snatch his phone out of midair. 

He saved it at the last moment, pulling up sharply to avoid dipping inside the police station. That would be awkward. Danny huffed a sigh of relief and glanced at the current landing notification.

‘This guy for real??’

Yeah, obviously, Danny responded. He looked at the next twoot that caught his eye.

‘Lmao this fucker thinks he can get an appointment with the batMAN’

Danny rolled his eyes and responded,

Get good, loser. He wants to see me. 

That did set off a flurry of speculation that he was fucking the Batman. Hmm. Danny frowned at his phone. Maybe he should talk less. 

Instead of doing that, Danny hunched over and started committing twooter violence, responding to people on indignant impulse. 

Someone cleared their throat. 

“A minute,” Danny said distractedly. He was holding his phone nearly up to his face and typing furiously about how @acovadobinch147 could get on his level if they only changed everything about their sour ass attitude. 

“Is this really the time?” A man’s voice asked.

Danny startled, elbows flying up. He kept his grip on his phone this time. He looked down. 

There was a cop on the roof. A cop with a seriously unimpressed expression, under eye bags big enough to have to check at luggage, and a death grip on a paper cup of coffee. 

“I’m not doing anything,” Danny said reflexively. He hid his hands behind his back. No. That’s suspicious. He took them out and put them in his pockets. Nailed it. 

“Ahuh.” The man took a sip of what looked like black coffee. “You might be loitering, son.” 

“The property line doesn’t include airspace,” he said promptly. 

The cop’s mouth twitched up slightly. It was hard to see under his mustache. “Might be. Aside from that, would you happen to know anything about the disappearance of the Joker from his cell?”

Danny blinked at him. “You know about that already?” He wondered. He shoved his hands further in his pockets and shrugged. “Yeah, he was really creepy and shit. I sent him to the Infinite Realms.” At the blank stare that garnered, he added, “the ghost zone? The lands of the dead. The unending stretch-“ 

“I got it, son.” The cop looked shell shocked. He stood perfectly still for a moment. Then he drained his entire coffee cup, crushed the paper cup and stuffed it in his pocket, and started digging in his vest pocket. “Don’t tell,” he said vaguely, and extracted a cigarette. 

Danny drifted a little further away. “Keep that downwind,” he warned. “My dad would lose his mind if I came home smelling like tobacco.” The odds of Jack Fenton showing up unexpectedly for bonding time were low, but they were never zero.

The cop snorted. “Sure thing.” He shuffled to the side a few steps and lit up. “So, uh, you want to meet the Batman to tell him you… to tell him what you did to the joker? He won’t thank you for it,” he warned. 

“No.” Danny blew a raspberry. “I don’t care about his opinion. I wanna know where my boyfriend is. Almost boyfriend. Well, we really just met, but I wanna see where it’s going, you know?” 

“…and you think that Batman knows?” 

Danny nodded furiously. “He was the last one who saw him, aside from Joker, and the unfunny dude didn’t know jack shit,” he complained. He bobbed in the air as he crossed his arms. “He was such a weirdo creep! He was making, like, innuendo about spanking? And I’m pretty sure he claimed he predated on Jay? And that’s obviously not cool and shit, so I couldn’t leave him there to be a bother,” Danny explained. He shrugged. “He’s kind of my jurisdiction anyway,” Danny justified. “Joker has major death experiences vibes.” He wiggled his fingers to illustrate this. “Was he ever declared dead? He acted like he was.” 

“Jurisdiction,” the cop repeated. “Son, are you… do you have some kind of foreign license as law enforcement?” 

Danny thought about it. “Technically,” he admitted. Embarrassing. “…two roles, technically.” Ew. He shuddered. “Walker gave me the rodeo yeehaw cop gold star thing after the last big prison break so I could help, and also teeeechnically I’m meant to enforce infinite realms laws.” He grimaced. “Because.” He ground a foot into the air as if it was the dirt. “Ugh, this is embarrassing.” 

“I don’t need to know the details,” the cop said. That was so unhinged Danny stopped to stare at him. “The Joker was taken into custody by another law enforcement agency, details are classified. Does the Joker still exist?” He was holding his temple.

“Yeahhhhh,” Danny drew out the word. He scrunched his eyebrows together. “If that’s what you want, we can just keep him, I guess. He can be a denizen of the Infinite Realms. Like me,” he added, because he didn’t want people looking for human him. This was a great alibi. The cops would tell the GIW that Phantom lived in the Infinite Realms now, and they would never catch him. He was going to live forever.

The cop took a long drag on his cigarette. “You’re deceased, correct?” 

“You’re blunt,” Danny muttered. “Yeah, uh, I’m a ghost. Wooooo.” He made scary fingers. 

“And your boyfriend?” 

“Not deceased,” Danny said slowly. Although something about what Joker had said was sticking in his mind. “At least, not as of this afternoon. He’s like, this tall. Square jaw, big hands, very white teeth, has a red helmet drag persona-“

He cut himself off as he remembered things. “He’s very unobtrusive is what I was saying,” Danny lied hastily. He gave a nervous laugh. “He, uh, rides bicycles, not motorcycles because that’s a cool guy thing, regular motor-bicycles regular bicycles and he has a red human safety hat for it. Ummmm.” He looked away shiftily and snapped his runaway mouth shut. “Yeah.” He looked back and frowned in concern. The cop looked awful. “Hey, are you okay? Do you have a headache?” 

“Nope.”  The cop didn’t stop massaging at his head. “Name?” 

“Jay,” Danny said. He wasn’t gonna give him a full name.

The cop sighed. He sounded like he was in serious pain. “Your name.” 

Oh, okay. “Phantom.” He did a midair flip.

The cop nodded heavily. “Thank you. Is there anyone I can verify your credentials as Infinite Realms law enforcement with?” 

Danny groaned and buried his face in his hands. Like who, his Dad? Some wizard? Ember? “Do you really have to?” He asked pitifully. “They’re all so embarrassing.”  The cop raised an eyebrow. Danny folded. “Literally anyone who can contact the Infinite Realms,” he muttered sulkily. “I’m kind of a big deal there. I, like, arrested the last king. There’s, uh, a few human magicians you could confirm with. Some ecto biologists in Illinois that you can look up. Any ghost you know, really.” 

So mortifying. He was cop adjacent. He felt queasy.

The cop closed his eyes. “Does that put you in the government in any way?” 

“…You’re smart,” Danny said, surprised at that deductive leap. “Yeah, I’m like, the next king or whatever. When I’m old and dead enough.”

“Fantastic. I’ll leave you my number and I’d like a way to contact you. I want paperwork on the Joker’s new placement tomorrow, I can’t be party to kidnapping.” 

…What was happening?

“Okay,” Danny said in a very high pitch. He, uh, was probably going to have to rescue him from Skulker and actually put him in Walker’s prison. He should have listened to Mom. He fidgeted. “Is there anything else?” He laced his fingers behind his back, feeling a little bit like he was in trouble at school.

“Yeah.” The cop dropped his cigarette and ground it out underneath his boot. “The Red Hood was wounded tonight, but survived. He left of his own accord, alone. I expect he’ll be passed out in some safe house.” 

“…so I should just like, wait?” Danny frowned. “I don’t like it.” 

‘I do have a clue. Jason Wayne. That’s enough to track him down, right? He’s gotta have a dead grandma or someone haunting him. I find his home, I find a family ghost, and they tell me where he is. Boom.’

“You’ll like it less if the Batman shows up to have a chat,” the cop said frankly. “This was a professional courtesy.” He frowned sternly. Danny veered back at the very scary face. “Do I make myself clear, son?” 

“Crystal.”  Danny shot off a salute. “I’ll, uh, go now.” 

“You had better.” The cop’s tone sounded awfully final.

Jeeze. Danny went invisible and left at high speed. He could take a hint. 

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i wish ibuprofen was a person so i could make out with them

[beateveryteamintheleague]

BATTLE JACKET AND PATCH SHORTS UPDATE

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car battery would be a beautiful name for a baby girl

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Just realized I should post my basket that i made at the renfaire :-)

Hung it from my cane!

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had to stop at the spoiler mark bc i’m not caught up bUt. my “review” aka when i shared it w my discord server i shared a few clips (about lil cal) and said this so i screenshotted it

Jonathan Sims Must Die

and my podcast is now up and available on spotify!! )more platforms coming as soon as i got those up and running, lol.) im really really excited about having it finished and complete and finally available to the general public, after so much feedback and encouragement :> a synopsis of the podcast is as follows: Sherice and Hal have one god given mission on this earth: to attack Jonathan Sims’s every choice and action, while their cohost Noa who’s only knowledge of TMA is up until the current episode being discussed, must defend him with his life. The first half of the episode is spent discussing Jon’s various fluck ups and issues he makes for others just by existing, is spoiler free, and is dedicated to meta based up until that episode. The second half looks at TMA from the lens of the bigger picture, with Sherice and Hal discussing the finer points of their wives and emotional support men. feel free to reblog and share, along with submitting your comments and feedback. thank you!!

[p-labadie]

Things said on a school trip to France

I like to put round ball things in my mouth.(talking about grapes)

Just waiting for him to wake up.

You have the style of a lesbian.

The evening hours that I shall be unconscious.

I won't suck ur blood, don't worry.

I'm in the state where I lie and know the knowledge of the universe.

When given sugar I can fly.

Started screaming air resistance.

I sleeps with my eyes open so if I die and someone tries to do Harry potter and make it look like I'm sleeping just say 'nah she sleeps with her eyes open it's creepy.'

We all get fubbely bubbely once in a while.

It just feels french.

Smells like France.

You put Oreos on your burger!?!?

My teacher and a student discussing Twitter.

The past tense of tweet is twoot and the present tense is twit.

[musicnmojitos-blog]

NoEXIT's Derek Mcnally Talks 'Powerstation' and a Reunion 15 Years in the Making [Exclusive Interview]

NoEXIT put on on a flawless showcase back in May at the Gramercy Theatre, and now they are getting ready to drop their newest album, Powerstation, on October 11. The anticipated release marks the band’s first album since their 16-year hiatus as one of the most influential boy bands in the modern era of pop music.

Music & Mojitos recently caught up with Derek Mcnally of NoEXIT in an exclusive interview. Mcnally spent time reflecting on NoEXIT’s most recent concert in the Big Apple, and remembered why it was important for the band to come back and rightfully reclaim their prized thrones in NYC.

“New York is a special place for us guys. We’ve spent a lot time there over the years because a lot of our press and PR was based in the city. It was great to go back,” Mcnally tells Music & Mojitos. “We’ve done a couple of shows there in the past year or so. We love performing in New York.  We performed on Good Morning America, which was so much fun. It’s really one of our favorite places.”

The band’s performance on ABC’s GMA marked an official new era for the reunited trio. Along with Mark Jeremy Barry and Stephen “Ste” Adel Burns, Mcnally did a mashup of their new single, “Bullet Train,” and the song that first put them on the map as true heartthrobs to be reckoned with, “Back Here.” It was a righteous mix of old and new, and the group’s diehard fans couldn’t get enough of both songs. The vibrant smiles showed on NoEXIT’s faces. The guys were finally enjoying their moment in the spotlight as a well-oiled machine. Mcnally says that getting pleasure from doing the frenetic talk show appearances wasn’t always the case during their first go-around.  

“The first time we were doing the media circuit—we were all kids. We were so busy and lost. It was a whirlwind. We didn’t really stop to breathe and take it all in. One thing that changed this time is that we’re enjoying it that much more. We’re taking it all in,” reveals Mcnally. “We are enjoying our experiences with the fans. It’s great to see the fans come out. We’re spending time with them. We’re loving this second run, and we’re getting phenomenal feedback.”

Mcnally isn’t wrong. The continued outpour of support for NoEXIT’s dreamlike comeback on social media has been tremendous. Constant Ello posts, twoots, and EyeEm comments praising their song “Bullet Train” has become customary for the band. The singer speculates why the track hits deep for NoEXIT’s ardent fanbase.

“‘Bullet Train’ was the first song that we wrote together in 16 years. It’s quite a special song for us. It was actually a quick one to write. We wrote it within a couple of hours with our good friend Steve Chrisanthou over in Yorkshire. It was one of those songs that just became something bigger,” says Mcnally. “When we wrote it, we immediately knew it would be a good one as our first single because it’s just so NoEXIT with the trademark three-part harmony chorus. It’s catchy, and we thought it would be a great start for the album.”

From start to finish, Powerstation marks the triumphant return of a band that once rivaled the likes of *NSYNC and the Backstreet Boys. Listeners would have never guessed that NoEXIT split all the way back in 2003 by listening to their latest material. They don’t miss a beat, and prove that they can still hang with the very best of the new generation of musicians. Just as “Bullet Train” opens up with NoEXIT’s familiar, unforgettable sound, “Powerstation” concludes the album with a story that captures the very essence of the group. MCnally tells Music & Mojitos that the track list isn’t a coincidence.  

“When you write an album, the sequence of the tracks are really important to get right. It just felt like Powerstation was the right track to close out the album with,” states Mcnally. “Lyrically, it’s a song about reflection and the old days. It really felt like the perfect way to close out the album.”

What’s old is new again, and Mcnally is aware that his latest chapter is just beginning—even though his journey has gone through many twists and turns since NoEXIT’s lengthy hiatus. His latest phase is one of celebration, and filled with a ceaseless amount of original music.

“Speaking on behalf of Mark and ‘Ste’ as well, 15 years is quite a long time. We’ve all experienced a lot of life in that time. The good thing about that is that we’ve got a lot of things to write about, and a lot of experiences to draw from for inspiration.”

As for what Mcnally has learned since his younger years?

“I’d like to think I’ve gotten a little wiser,” he laughs. “It’s just great to be back. I feel like I’m still that same, passionate guy who has that deep love for music as I did 15 years ago.”

Dedicated to bringing NoEXIT back into the limelight, Mcnally assures his devoted fans that after Powerstation drops, they won’t have to miss the band for an extended amount of time going forward.

“We’re going to announce more shows. We’ll have some things based around the launch in October for the fans. We’re excited to put it out into the world. It’s been a long time. Hopefully it won’t be another 15 years until we release another album,” concludes Mcnally.

NoEXIT just announced their new North American and UK tour dates in support of Powerstation. The "Back Here" tour is set to start on November 3 in San Diego, and will wrap up in Glasgow on December 16. Starting today, fans will have the opportunity to purchase tickets. Additional tour dates can be found below.

Tour Dates

11/3 House of Blues / Voodoo Room - San Diego, CA

11/5 Belasco Theater - Los Angeles, CA

11/6 Slims - San Francisco, CA

11/7 House of Blues - Anaheim, CA

11/15 Epcot/ WDW - Orlando, FL

11/16 Epcot/WDW - Orlando, FL

12/12 02 Academy Islington - London UK

12/13 02 Academy 2 - Birmingham, UK

12/15 Academy 3  - Manchester, UK

12/16 Oran Mor - Glasgow, UK

Banner photo by Allister Ann

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This!!!!!

Also when guardians/teachers take phones and other things away it Does Not Help 9 out of 10 times!!

ADHDers (just speaking for them bc Idk if it’s true for others) most of the time do Not benefit from risk/reward

I know that for myself personally it discourages and slows me down to have something taken away/ only get something after I finish a task that is already hard for me. It just puts extra pressure and makes things more difficult

i think that… approximately 100% of the time, parents, teachers, etc… have this misconception that neurodivergent kids & teens don’t know anything about how to handle their neurodivergence.

for years, i suffered through people making suggestions of things that were things i had done, and either weren’t worth the effort or they actually made things worse. i told them this, and if i was still having any issues with the same problem they’d say something about “well if you’re not gonna listen to any suggestions…” when I did. they’re the one who didn’t listen when i told them that doesn’t work for me. They assume that because I didn’t try it in front of them (which is often impossible), I never tried it. I tried doing my homework as soon as I got home. I tried doing my homework at the table, I tried working where I was comfortable. I tried listening to music, I tried working in silence. I tried using a planner, I tried setting reminders on my phone, I tried. I tell people that I have executive functioning issues and they say that I have to work on it like I haven’t been doing that as long as I’ve had to do things and it’s so much better than it was before. I’m as able as I am now because I’ve spent 18 years working on it.

One of my friends has ADHD, and at one point when her grades dropped her parents took her phone, despite her telling them that the only way she can focus on her homework is to listen to music, for which she needs her phone.

I was in a study hall with another friend, who also has ADHD. Sometimes, they would be able to focus and do their work. Others, they would end up being entirely unable to and would do other stuff. The “instructional support” person would start bothering them about it, insist that they try. As if they hadn’t already done so.

I am tired of watching people assume that neurodivergent people aren’t trying, or we haven’t tried. We’re always trying.

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it’s grilling absolute cheese

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9/11 was a net positive because those towers were mid anyway

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See also: When you leave yourself a note too early and get used to seeing it and forget to use/read it when it’s actually important

F for those who suffer from visual white noise

y'all ever get yourselves into a Situation™ that could’ve been avoided with a few basic reading comprehension skills? because yeah

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9/11 themed blowjob

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the “the only trans music that exists is cottagecore sticks and bugs music where is the evil shadow skull trans music” posts are killing peoples brain cells. THAT MUSIC EXISTS GO LISTEN TO IT!!! cavetown and whatever can exist you dont have to like it. but for the love of god stop acting like he’s the only trans artist

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my brain melted these two posts together so i read it as “the genderless urge to fight chris pratt” and i didn’t even question it i was just like yeah same