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Nu some of y’all have no idea what a two-state solution would actually look like. You’re living in delulu land. You’re not from here, you have no real stake in any of this, and it shows. Two-state means separate. We’re not sharing shit. Our army will never be their army. We’re not splitting expenses. You want your own country? Figure it the fuck out like every nation before you has.
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you either had a nintendo dsi as a kid or your parents are still together
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Hua Cheng essentially cockblocking himself for possibly all of eternity will literally never not be the funniest thing MXTX ever wrote.
Xie Lian was pretty much completely in love with him the second he saw those lanterns (and completely oblivious about it) and then we get the wonderful first kiss underwater moment and Xie Lian is basically drawing hearts around Hua Cheng every time he sees him. While like quietly dying cause he literally has no idea what to do with it. Like at this point he doesn’t even really understand that he is head over heels totally gone for this man.
Until Hua Cheng is like I have a beloved I just haven’t won them over yet. Which he thinks is perfectly reasonable because his self esteem is the worst and he doesn’t understand how he could have won Xie Lian over yet. (He’s only on step 22 of his Marrying Dianxia 3000 step Master Plan ((that he debates throwing out on a regular basis because he doesn’t deserve to even dream about wanting Xie Lian)). So course he’s like yeah I have this wonderful noble beautiful beloved I just haven’t won them over yet wink wink nudge nudge.
But Xie Lian is like oh of course obviously I don’t deserve nice things and fuck I actually wanted him so badly I’m actually in love with him and now I will resign myself to never being happy for his sake. (Their combined self esteem is truly a so low it’s a hole in the ground which is hilarious because they think the other person is to good for them and unattainable forever because they literally have the same neurosis.) So he starts boxing up his feelings forever constantly wanting Hua Cheng and feeling guilty about it and literally dying inside because he wants Hua Cheng like he’s never wanted anyone.
Like essentially books 3 and 5 only happen because Hua Cheng has now cursed them both by saying he has a beloved because Xie Lian believes he isn’t wanted and therefore any nice thing Hua Cheng does is just him being nice and not Hua Cheng pulling out steps 23-34 of his plan thinking he still hasn’t won Xie Lian over. (He has he so has but he shot himself in the foot so badly it’s painful to read).
Like thank the Gods Hua Cheng is so unhinged and created the cave of 10000 Gods cause Xie Lian would literally be at his own wedding to Hua Cheng still convinced he wanted someone else and this was in fact a thing they were doing to solve a case together otherwise.
Like he needed something that unhinged to put 2 and 2 together otherwise he never would have caught on he’s Hua Cheng’s beloved. Meanwhile Hua cheng is like 🥺 he’s going to think I’m a weirdo now and I’m only on step 50 of the plan 🥺 like the two of them wouldn’t have been fucking nasty 2 books ago if he just kept his mouth shut and didn’t cockblock himself so violently.
#I hate them I love them they are both so stupid#hualian#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#hua cheng#xie lian#heavens official blessing#heaven official's blessing#hualian meta#tgcf meta#actually don’t know why I’m tagging this as meta I’m just bullying them but you get it#zee rambles#writing them and wanting to die#zees 2am text posts
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Spencer doesn’t know when the habit had developed, but it had.
You’re standing next to him while your relationship was still a BAU best kept secret, in the kitchenette and almost softly and absentmindedly, his nose brushes your shoulder when no one is looking, his lips following soon after.
That was offense number one (not that you minded.)
Number two came when you were upset, stressed beyond belief from playing politics in the BAU and trying to keep them from another court scandal.
Spencer was reading the file over your shoulder- a list of the BAU’s shortcomings in the words of Erin Strauss- and at your stressed sigh his nose presses into the material of your blazer and then his lips follow.
“I’m sorry angel.” You shake your head at his words.
“Not your fault, Spence. They hired me to play politics but they’re stretching things too far. It’s all a bunch of hypotheticals and exaggerations.”
Spencer knows what it’s like, he’s been under the criticism before with the rest of his team, he’s seen what it can do to be under the microscope like this.
“I can bring you a sugar donut from the kitchen.” You smile, leaning your head back over your chair and onto his chest.
“You’re the best ever.” Spencer rolls his eyes as he kisses your forehead.
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
Emily sees the next time it happens and she honestly can’t believe her eyes.
Spencer abhors public displays of affection, he really really does. Everyone knows it, and yet you’re sleepy on the jet, already in your pyjamas as you sit beside him.
Despite Strauss’ plan for you to divulge information about the team, they’d all come to love you and your fierce protection of them.
You’re one of them; even before you’d gotten with Spencer.
“Just close your eyes,” Spencer murmurs, his own eyes heavy, but he wants you to sleep first. You’d not been having the best time in Oklahoma with them, you’d been up the majority of the week helping them with the case and keeping the legalities between the jurisdictions and the statue of limitations on some of the evidence.
A yawn tears through your words, “I just wanna finish my tea, Spence.” Spencer hums, watches you take a few more sips of your peppermint tea and then reach for your bag. You tug a thin blanket from it and drape it over your legs.
“You okay, mama?” Derek asks as he sips his bourbon. You turn your head, that sluggish feeling of moving through mud filling your head.
“Tired, dunno how you guys aren’t.”
JJ laughs, “We all slept babe, you were the only one trooping through.”
You shrug, Spencer’s hand tucks between your cheek and shoulder. Emily pretends to be busy pouring her own bourbon while everyone else goes about their own wind down routines, she sees the ease with which Spencer’s nose presses into the hill of your shoulder and then his kiss imprints on the same spot.
You melt under the affection too, a sticky and gooey as your face leans into his palm and your eyes shut.
“Alright, Spence.” She whispers, smiling a little as Spencer strokes your hair and your eyes become heavier.
#I couldn’t decide if reader was bau or lawyer involved with the bau so you get both#don’t think about the logistics on that#spencerreid#spencer reid#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid blurb#spencer reid fic#spencer reid x black reader#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x yn#spencer reid x y/n
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So I read a prompt about how Wonder Woman found Danny in a trash can (don’t remember which one) and I was bored.
So I took that lil info and made it into an AU.
So basically, Danny get yeeted into this unknown universe and has no where to live. And no where to live means no money. No money means no food. No food means Danny can’t keep his human half sustained.
So what does he do?
Decides to not change into a human and live in a trash can.
Yes you heard that right, live in a trash can.
Because he’s a ghost, he doesn’t have to worry about the germs and stuff. But that doesn’t mean he lives in just any trash can! He lives in a clean one ☝️
AND he also decorated it with his name so other people know it’s his!
And so Danny has been here for a while now and realizes
Holy shit there’s hero’s here- you know what, why doesn’t he have hero’s back home?!
And being minorly annoyed jealous (but he’s never admitting that)he thought:
Well since there’s hero’s here already, guess I’m not needed.
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Good. I’m tired af
And so Danny caries on his life, being content with his trash can and scaring whoever comes into his alley. It’s fun. Sure he sometimes needs to ugh overshadow people to feed his human side, but other than that.
It’s going great.
But Danny doesn’t realize that with Amity gone (or smth, you choose) which was his haunt, he slowly makes the trash can into his new haunt.
And slowly but surely, Danny’s beloved haunt trash can starts to become other worldly kinda.
Yk because of the ectoplasm.
So now Danny’s lovely trash can haunt has more space inside and- Hey Danny can actually sleep in it better!! And he got some company too!
In the form of blob ghosts.
Two actually.
They keep his trash can clean and help purifying some corrupted ectoplasm that he finds. Because for some reason this universe’s ectoplasm seems half way artificial and tastes a bit weird. Which is where the blob ghosts help out in.
Everything was great.
Danny was loving the trash can life style.
He has two blob ghosts friends. Which he named Sam and Tucker, and yea they couldn’t talk but that was fine.
He wasn’t lonely, he wasn’t. He had two very much talking friends like Sam and Tucker.
However one day two weirdly dressed people- oh they were hero’s.
Well anyway they found him, one woman stripper and one furry guy.
But it was on accident! He was just peaking out of his beloved haunt trash can, and they spotted him.
He stared, they stared back.
Then the woman stripper asked him questions, even when he said:
“Don’t mind me, have a nice day!”
But they just kept bother him and giving him weird looks and glances.
Which- rude.
Didn’t they see his mark on his haunt trash can? Obviously it means it’s his home, so they shouldn’t be bothering him still. He’s safe as can be.
Plus.
It’s not like he’s looking at them in suspicion and weirdness, I mean look at them! What kinda cheep knock off vampire fury mix and American stripper style clothing are those!
They should mind their own business!
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Just a silly lil drawing of this lmao, don’t mind me.
#dp x dc#fan art#danny phantom#dc universe#Danny saw a clean un-used trash can in an alley which no one normal came into and went: Yes.#The trash can is his Haunt now B-!#Danny has fun scaring the few people who actually come into the alley#Danny is FINALLY getting some well needed rest ever since becoming a halfa#He doesn’t get why these people are nothing him#can’t they leave him alone? what he do!#Danny ain’t about to leave his trash can#HE GON FIGHT YOU TWO IF HE HAS TO#B and WW are both equally concerned#they don’t want to leave his probable alien/meta child in a FEAKING TRASH CAN#They taking him by force.#they gonna share custody of him lmao#I can totally see WW and Batman both parenting Danny with him realizing it AT ALL#Also idk what happened to Amity or anyone#maybe they all died???#idk#but Danny may or may not be scared of going back home#that’s why he’s here#feel free to add to this
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reminding everyone that the in-universe problem with The Doctor and The Master isn’t “ooo horrible nasty enemies who hate each other and don’t get along and fight all the time but are also in love”
the problem is that they get along. the problem is that they can’t stop themselves from falling naturally into a rhythm of riffing off one another and enjoying the other’s company. THAT is the problem. the problem is that it works and that’s the thing that caused all their issues. they like one another. they just click.
#doctor who#thoschei#the doctor and the master#the master#twissy#they’re also the two worst people on the planet(s) l#lol#it’s the person you can’t help having chemistry with#they almost don’t have a choice#they both know it too#sometimes one of them will pretend it isn’t true but it is it’s the very much mutually understood truth#the problem is they just like one another a lot#not even in a romantic way#even tho it’s romantic lol#they just LIKE one another !!!#what was that thing stephen moffat said#companions bring it up all the time too. it doesn’t make sense why the doctor lets them get away with so much. it frustrates every companio#when they see that the truth of the matter is that the doctor just LIKES the Master#the two kids every teacher sits intentionally far far far away from one another lmao
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but it ain’t called love without a little tragedy 🍁
#my art#a love letter to betty and simon#getting to explore simon’s journey post AT finale and the nuances of his relationship with Betty has been an experience#I don’t know what’s next but we can only hope closure for them#that betty maybe learns to put herself first after putting every ounce of herself in simon#or that simon learns to let go? or both of them do#assuming we do see Betty again#i am preparing to say farewell to the series once again after the finale#thank you adventure time crew#fionna and cake#fionna and cake spoilers#simon petrikov#betty grof#petrigrof#adventure time#I forgot to mention#this animation was inspired by ‘autumn leaves’ by yves montand#but a cover of it#I was listening to the song because I wanted to learn it on an instrument#it’s a melancholy song about autumn and lost love#and as I heard the lyrics of course I instantly thought of these guys#and then I started drawing#inspiration had a strong grip on me#thank you for reading#and your support#I hope you guys have had as much fun with this show as I have#I’m grateful for it
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Making out with high!satosugu? Yes please
⤷ 18+, MDNI
Geto and Gojo always liked to stick their noses in matters that didn’t concern them.
So when you walked by, caught off guard by a pungent smell emerging from a dorm room, they took it upon themselves to sit you down on the couch.
Encased in the middle of the couch, Gojo at your right and Geto at your left, it all felt too hazy. Geto manspread his huge body, arm behind you over the headrest of the couch. Gojo spreading his wide legs out, blind fold coming loose, as he stare at the ceiling taking a long drag before exhaling it. Meanwhile, body tiny, sitting cross-legged while the men unintentionally squeezed you by their larger thighs. Light music played in the back while both men passed the neatly wrapped blunt back and forth as you sat in the middle, content with the amount of times you’ve already smoked. Light, euphoric, relaxed. Just a few words to describe how it felt.
“See,” Gojo stated voice calmer than usual with his usual cocky demeanor, “not so bad.”
Geto hummed, eyes closed as his nostrils released smoke before handing it to you. “You better take some more before the idiot wastes it all.” Earning an eye-roll from Gojo, while face still displaying a smile of bliss. His long fingers handing you the brown blunt, before shaking your head slightly.
“C-cant,” you stated, voice slightly slurred. Eyes darted to Geto, blinking, “mouth feels,” gulp, “dry.”
Almost as if a light switch turned on, both of the men shared a smile that stretched impossibly wide on this faces. Their faces turning to look at one another.
“Oh yeah?” Gojo said, his voice slightly husky, smirk still evident while eyes shouted red. Geto only snickered slightly, body shaking up the couch while he stared at Gojo.
“I don’t get… ?” You said in a measly voice looking between the pair as their eyes never left one another before flicking back and forth to you. My God did they look beautiful.
“Want to know what happens when one of our mouths gets dry?” Geto states mockingly, whispering into your ear. Almost as if it’s a secret him and Gojo are dangling over your head. Sending shivers up your body, he removes his hovering lips from your ear, getting closer to Gojo’s face as they both lean in slightly. Both of their faces only inches apart, in front of your own.
Placing the blunt on his soft lips, Geto takes a long drag, slight cackling heard, the inhaling sound erupts as he keeps the smoke encased in his mouth. Gojo only grins, pink lips opening. Placing his large hand on the back of the cleanly shaven undercut of the white-haired man, Geto slowly exhales into Gojo’s mouth, cloudy smoke connecting the two.
Starstruck, watching this unfold eyes-half lidded, unaware of what’s to happen. Within a split second after Gojo inhales this smoke in, both men smash their lips into one another. Eyes fluttering closed.
Geto, moving his head right promoted Gojo to do the same. Even though under the influence, the men skillfully navigated each others mouths. Tongue traveling up and down one another as smoke escaped their joined lips. Squelches of saliva was heard as the lewd display showed men hungrily attacking one another mouths just mere inches away from your own face. Only separating to suck on one another’s tongue and going back in for more. Light pants and noises of approval sang in ears.
Separating after a solid minute. Both the men sharing a snicker, eyes still deeply looking in one another through droopy eyelids.
“Mouth dry, Satoru?”
“Nopeeeeee.”
“But you know who’s mouth, is dry?” Geto stated in a sarcastic tone, prompting both of the men to look at you.
Darting your eyes back and forth, blush heavy on your face unable to speak.
“I-I-”
“Open your mouth.” Geto stated almost like a command, your mouth opened while both men just laughed.
Squeezing both of your cheeks with his veiny fingers, Gojo titled your head up before leaning in slowly and spitting a long wad of saliva in. “Don’t swallow,” Gojo stated.
“Mhpm-” eyebrows furrowed while Geto gripped your face away from Gojo’s grasp to look directly in his gaze. “Good girl.” He flashed a toothy grin before slipping his already wet tongue in your mouth.
Hand reaching out to graze his hair, “Unh,” you gasped, while he sank his teeth on your bottom lip tugging it. Mouth agape atop of yours while sharing the same air, you both began to rapidly lap each other tongues. Hungrily, searching for any and every bit of one another while he lowly grunted in your mouth. “Mmm- ah!”
Head tilting, his large hand caressing everywhere and anywhere he can get, while your tongues snaked around one another. So warm, so hot. He tasted like the smoke, Satoru, and mint. Teeth clashing, lips glued to one another, a passion that can be smelled from miles away.
Within minutes, Gojo’s long fingers harshly gripped your chin pulling you away from Geto’s face. Panting, lips coated in a glossy sheen. “My turn,” he stated before diving his tongue headfirst in your own mouth. This kiss was messier for sure. Gojo wasted no time in becoming familiar with your mouth. Hand cradling the nap of your neck, the white-haired man angled your head in a position to forcibly suck at your tongue.
His whole mouth engulfed your tongue, sucking and licking the muscle as muffled moans and concentrated faces only focused on the bliss of the wet kiss.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, don’t be so selfish Satoru,” the other stated while purring his name. Soon enough, he was merely inches away from both your faces as you and Gojo separated only for the purpose of air. A bead of saliva connecting you both.
Almost like a bluetooth connection, all three of you, inches away from one another knew that just making out with one person wasn’t enough.
Maybe sharing a blunt and some saliva with these “besties” wasn’t the worst idea.
#jjk fanfic#jjk smut#gojo x reader x geto#geto x reader x gojo#geto x y/n#geto x reader#geto x you#geto x gojo#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo x geto#geto suguru smut#gojo satoru smut#geto smut#geto scenarios#gojo scenario#getou suguru x reader#gojou satoru x reader#satosugo x reader#satosugu#I want them both so bad you don’t get it
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Thoughts on being aroace
#I like doing these little introspective thought comics they’re pretty fun#I didn’t get to include this in the comic but I do feel like loneliness is maybe not quite the right word#it’s not quite jealousy or envy either#more like#the sad knowledge that you are lower on someone else’s list of priorities than they are on your priorities#something like that I guess#if this seems like a sad comic don’t worry! I am ok :) I have my best friend and we’re both very clear on how much we care for each other#so I’m never really left needing or wanting more love or anything#love is so weirdly defined anyways
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7. Lincolnshire Posy: II. — Composed by Percy Grainger, Performed by the Dallas Wind Symphony
It’s been on my mind lately that I had a lot of these Spotify song requests that I finished and never got around to posting, so I’m gonna try to chip away at posting these over the next few weeks! BUT Hi Ghost :] It’s so funny this was the song you ended up getting the number for; I had actually listened to it on loop during the deepest trenches of ranchers brainrot however many months ago, so I’m really happy I ended up being able to draw something for them!! <3 This is also the part where I expose myself for being an unashamed band kid =w= Grainger’s one of my favorite composers, so I listen to his works a lot and couldn’t help associating the really soft hopeful horns with this kind of healing period for the ranchers ;w;
I probably won’t ever really go into the details of the m-1 server’s overall plot, but I think the general vibe for m-1 ranchers is that these little moments of soft sunlight and healing bones were some of the most needed for them, so that’s why scenes like this always stand out in my mind <3 Context aside though, I think m-1 ranchers are just super sweet so!! figured I’d Full-Send share this soft doodle of them :]
#team rancher#m-1#art escapades#jimmy solidarity#solidaritygaming#solidarity gaming#tangotek#trafficshipping#spotify wrapped doodle challenge#tango#tango tek#how do I tag things normally#ask#babygirlbdubs#mutuals#ranchers#solidaritek#solidango#I don’t remember any of the other rancher tags DFJBDFGN#OH small note but I likely will not be answering any questions about m-1!! might post some old art of the ranchers if I get around to it but#other than that I probably won’t talk about it too much!! :]#m-1 ranchers u have a very special place in my heart <3 kissing you both verrrry gently on the head#and then shooing you both off to bed
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would love to see any drawings/ur design on jeremy fizgerald (if u have any)!! /nf
Been working on a design, can tell me what yall think!
#ask reply#I want to draw Jeremy so bad you guys don’t even know#I’ve been sorta iffy cause I feel like both in the games and maybe the movie of fnaf#we’re about to get a clear idea of what Jeremy actually looks like#so I’ve been semi hesitant to do any design cause it might change literally next week or month#but this is what I have down for him so far#nothing concrete but wanted him to carry the silly vibe most peeps give him#I feel like he needs to be more 80s BAHA#jeremy fitzgerald
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You see, @localcanadiancryptid22, I’m a motherfucker who LOVES drama, so I fw anything that can create that.
I’m normal. Btw. In case you were wondering.
#not putting this on the post the tags were from cause I don’t wanna bother op lol#but yeah I do whatever I think is interesting. or funny.#and Stanbill is REALL fucking funny to me#like. imagine you’re bill. you’re OBSESSED with ford. and you finally get into his mind#you’re going to have the last laugh#you’re finally getting everything you’ve ever wanted#and then BAM. ITS HIS TWIN BROTHER.#his twin brother you have ALWAYS thought of as inferior. a cheap copy.#but he BEATS YOU. HE is the one to best you. not your precious Sixer. but his conman brother.#and you’re LIVID.#stupid Stanley! he’s just a cheap copy of his brother! it was a total fluke! man he was hot in the lighting of those flames. wait WHAT#<- do you get what I’m saying#that’s fucking hilarious#also the obsessive hatred dripping off of bill when he talks about Stan on thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com is#VERY. INTERESTING.#I just love messy shit. and I love when they make eachother worse. top notch.#anyway. teehee.#stanbill#billford#fiddleauthor#fordsquared#fiddlestan#fiddlebill#fiddlebillford#<- is that a tag#it should be#orals worst most fucked up polycule#or love triangle#or both#shitpost
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The thing abt john winchester is that he is too complex for the majority of the spn fandom and for a good portion of the writers on the show too.
Because at his core john is about love over everything else. When he looks up at his sons (yes, up, the fact that they’re both taller than him>>>>>), there is love seeping achingly from every single pore of his being even as he abuses them, as he destroys their souls beyond belief. He does it all entirely out of love. And he is so, so wrong for it. A part of him knows it. But he wants to keep dean alive, and he wants to keep Sam pure. And he loves them so much. And he damages them so horribly. John Winchester is the foundation upon which they are both built, they only become more of what he made them as the series goes on. Sam stops fighting it, Dean continues to mold into his image no matter how hard he tries to fight it.
Hell puts them both on steroids, but their individual trauma responses that influence this are the foundations that John built into them. No wonder azazel wanted sam to win so badly. John Winchester crafted his sons into alastair and Lucifer’s ideal victims, respectively, and dean was a better (worse) john than John ever was. John held out in hell. Dean acquiesced to his abuser despite all of his efforts to fight him, and he’s never been the same since.
Sam fought like hell, and he fought destiny, but at his core, he did what John always wanted him to by doing what dean wanted him to do, and then he stops fighting at all, loses the fire he showed john in adolescence that john immediately notices when he returns in s14.
And the sad thing is. They filled their roles so well that John is saddened by what they’ve become. He didn’t want dean to break. He didn’t want Sam to be dimmed. He’s sad to see what Sam is like in s14. In the process of recovering his wife, he ensured he would mold his sons into what he wanted them to be, and when he got what he wanted, he was devastated.
John Winchester is so driven by love and grief and he’s so filled to the brim with both that it’s painful to watch him on screen because he destroyed his family because of it. And he wanted this all along but he didn’t realize what he’d have to give up to get it.
#supernatural#john winchester#sam winchester#dean winchester#my meta#honestly the thing is#if john had survived past s2#I don’t think he would get the hate he receives today#bc the thing is. jdms portrayal is ridiculously complex and beautiful#that when the majority of people write him they lose all his nuance#the fact that John was gone more than he was there immensely damaged his rep in the eyes of the fandom#I think if John were alive for longer he would get similar treatment to dean#both narratively and fandom perception wise#he already does to some extent amongst some people#he’s an excellent complex character#but people can’t handle complex#that man is an abuser#that man also loves more deeply than anyone#you know who also fits those descriptors?#dean#and look how fandom views him
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Another one of the Peeta moments that rot in my brain constantly is the scene in catching fire when Katniss and Finnick get stuck with the Jabberjays.
Peeta had his hands pressed against the force field, trying so so hard to be there for her and wanting so badly to protect her. And when it finally ended he held her, and rocked her, and let her hide her face in his arms, and protected her for as long as she needed him to and…..that’s just so ughhhh….so heartbreakingly sweet.
#if you can’t tell I think about them constantly#even more so specifically#I think about Peeta constantly#I don’t think I’ll ever get over him#this scene is both so healing and heartbreaking at the same time how did they do that???#in case u were wondering#yes I am crying again#hunger games#the hunger games#the hunger games katniss#the hunger games peeta#thg catching fire#thg#thg peeta#peeta mellark#peeta#peeta supremacy#katniss and peeta#everlark#katniss everdeen#catching fire#peeta my beloved#team peeta#peeta and katniss#thg katniss#thg Everlark#tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#lucy gray baird#coriolanus snow
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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)
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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)
(Masterlist here)
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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.
Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.
And so, that led Dr. Crane here.
He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.
(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)
Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.
Danny needed ectoplasm.
Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.
The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.
Dr. Crane is not afraid.
He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.
(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)
Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.
(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)
He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.
The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.
As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.
He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.
Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.
He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.
Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.
Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.
Right.
Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.
Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.
The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.
Hopefully this time he got the timing right.
Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.
He thinks of the letter.
Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.
Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.
Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.
Scarecrow did what he had to.
He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.
However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.
Jonathan is no longer shaking.
He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.
With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.
Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.
When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.
Success.
Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.
And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.
At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.
Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.
He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.
“Is that..?”
“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”
Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.
Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.
Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?
And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.
“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”
“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?
The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.
Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.
Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.
Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.
He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.
It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.
And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.
“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”
Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.
Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.
“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”
Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.
“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”
Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.
“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.
“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “��who is this?”
“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”
Edward gasps dramatically.
“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”
“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”
“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”
“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”
Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.
“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”
“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”
“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”
Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.
“Eddie.”
Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.
“A heart!”
“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”
“Eddie, stop.”
“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”
“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.
“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”
“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”
“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”
“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.
Danny’s jaw drops.
“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.
“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”
“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”
Danny chokes on air.
“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”
Edward pales.
“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.
“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”
With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.
And, as per usual, that silence does not last.
“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”
Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.
“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”
“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”
Jonathan groans.
“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”
“Come on, please?”
“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.
This boy is going to be the death of him.
“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”
Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.
The rest of the day is relatively normal.
Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.
It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.
Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.
…
Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.
The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.
He sends a quick message to Red Hood.
Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.
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#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp fic#liminal scarecrow#Jon’s PTSD is triggered by the smell of ectoplasm because his life is a nightmare#HDJFNDNDNFKDJF#I am the master of emotional whiplash#rip Jon just trying to have some peace in this fucking house#never gonna happen king 🫡#oh also Eddie is not lying that bat can manwhore#and like half the rogues in Gotham know this from experience#and also most of the JL#and some of JL dark#btw Eddie and Jon are besties#they’re both awful but they make it work#when Jon full-names Eddie that just means that if he doesn’t stop whatever he’s doing he’s gonna get a dose of fear toxin#Eddie isn’t intimidating enough to full-name anyone so if he gets mad he just bashes whoever in the head with his cane#Jon is the living embodiment of ‘me and my girl don’t argue she bash me in the head with a rock and I walk it off like a man’#also side note I’m not doing any ships in this#because I don’t want to#they are just Like That#if you wanna read it that way though it’s completely fine#also shoutout 2 that one scriddler fic on ao3 that helped inspire that riddle LMAO
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#if you think both are overrated don’t interact because your opinion is useless and has nothing to do with what I’m saying#misogynoir#I’m kinda sick of it tbh#like if I’m asked what music I like I get the rudest response but if I try to be delicate expressing what I don’t like#I might as well have kicked a puppy or something#white feminism#Beyoncé#Beyoncé’s allowed to be raked through the mud because she dared to be a successful black woman but we must protect Taylor at all costs 🙄#It's worse bc I'm a black woman and it looks like I'm the bad guy here#Yes I acknowledge Taylor's accomplishments but I also acknowledge the fact that she tends to use feminism when it's convenient
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