New headcannon: everyone in that song is gay except the Piano Man who has no idea he’s playing at a gay bar and the staff and regulars have a betting pool on how long he’ll take to finally figure it out. So far John is ahead.
“The manager gives me a smile ‘cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been coming to see” also implies that the Piano Man is possibly an incredibly attractive but oblivious himbo, and if you listen to the rest of it imagining that, this all fits a little too well.
this makes too much sense. Also, the full quote is “Now John at the bar is a friend of mine. He gets me my drinks for free. And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke. But there’s someplace that he’d rather be” Yes, your bed, he wants to be on your bed honey, that’s not a joke, he is flirting with you.
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Let’s say you wanted to glue fabric to wood, but what do you use? What about glass to paper? This to That lets you choose two things you want to glue and lists what types of glue is best. (Because people have a need to glue things to other things!)
This is one of the first websites I was told about in props. It also has information about the toxicity, adhere time, price, and other stuff about the glues.
i keep seeing peter in gotham fics (i love them send me more pls) but i cannot stop thinking about if he & nat both got sent to gotham… just stick with me okay!!!
so it would start off with something like:
“a soul for a soul, the price to pay was steep and unrelenting. it was unfair and unforgiving, and yet without hesitation, natasha romanoff flung herself from the side of a cliff. this universe no longer needed the black widow to keep earths mightiest heroes humbled and steady. it squandered it’s soul away the same moment as she did, but perhaps— well maybe there was another place, another world and realm who could use a little soul. maybe, in a city of bats. a couple of spiders would be just what they needed.
because, well… plucking a soul from an infinity stone can’t be too hard. no. not for me. not for the watcher. and while the bats may need natasha romanoff, natasha romanoff needs peter parker. she needs something, someone to fight for and with. for she may have grounded the avengers, but they also grounded her. kept her on the straight and narrow, and peter parker could be just that for her once more. yes,”
the deep timber of a strikingly calm voice echoed in the recess of her mind, she could almost picture who was speaking to her. could almost see the god-like figure in a blue cloak with whitened eyes. and yet? no memory of the man when she had awoken, gasping for air, sucking it in and holding her breath as if it could be stolen from her at any moment, she had no idea how she was wherever the hell she was.
it had taken her approximately ten seconds to come to, catch her bearings and stand up. she was in a darkened alley way. it was dingy and she could hear sirens in the background, and a slight groan from behind her. quick to action she turned, her eyes widening in the slightest of perception when she caught sight of the little spider before her.
his hand was on his head running through his hair and rubbing a sore spot, his eyes still closed but he was clearly awake. she was besides him in a moment, squatting down to help him up. when he felt her hands on his arm, he looked at her, startled and unsure— but certain senses were calm.
“misses black widow ma’am… where are we?” he asked her, his voice was robbed of a certain innocence and the sound almost broke her heart. it was so unsure and confused she had to fight the urge to run her hand through his hair in a comforting way.
“i don’t know, kid” she huffed, helping him to his feet.
“but i’m sure as hell gonna find out,”
—|
the following ensues: nat & peter figuring out their in another dimension. nat seeing child soldier robin and immediately boxing batman assuming he’s a bad guy. peter making the joker cry by making fun of him the way spiderman does. nat stealing cass from batman. tim drake and peter parker friendship. dick grayson looking a lil too much like richard parker. natasha immediately being reverse-adopted by the batkids, as in they claim her as mom. “mom and dad are fighting again” one of them says when nat is yelling at bruce for something “ten buck says mom kicks his ass” “you’re on” “???she’s not ur mom. i’ve actually legally adopted you. betrayers” “you didn’t adopt me. so she can be my mother” “YOURE MY BIOLOGICAL SON” natasha immediately clocking batman is bruce wayne bc of brucie wayne
should i write this??? i feel like i should???? is there someone who would read this????
This is my attempt at a rottmnt au!! it’s called Three Sided Coin, and the general premise is that in an attempt to save himself from being disintegrated: Future!Leo teleports himself to a dimension adjacent to earth but accidentally ends up dragging two of his past selves along with him.
basically, I just wanted an excuse to draw all three of them together :)
please feel free to ask questions if you have them!! comments feed my soul <3
(I do have a fic planned and I am in the process of putting the first chapter out)
Only if we don’t stop fighting for it! Join the open the floodgates event! And spread the word to as many social media sites as you can. If you’re on TikTok, I cannot stress this enough, post THE STUFF IN THIS LINK! You have permission to post the open the floodgates info as many places as you can as long as I a credited.
It can be done if as many people as possible keep trying! It’s always impossible until it is done.
One of my favorite tricks for designing alien species/cultures is to take a real animal with an interesting lifecycle and think about what that biology would translate to if they had human intelligence
Because the moths themselves don’t eat and only live long enough to mate and then starve to death, the entire culture is made up of children and adolescents. The older children raise the younger ones, with families being made up of hatchmates from different years.
Because molts and eventual transformation into a short lived adult happen on a set schedule, families have a cycle— when your oldest set of siblings cocoon to become adults, you wait at the mating grounds and try to adopt their newborns after they pass. If that fails, you take any ‘orphans’ you can find.
Because death and birth are nearly simultaneous, they have a religion based around reincarnation, and infants with markings similar to a parent are often given their name. Claiming the offspring of a beloved family member is vitally important, because you want to be able to protect their soul and keep them close.
Because it’s hard to track the offspring of your male family members, there are sometimes major fights when a family sees an infant with familiar markings in another family’s clutch.
Between mating seasons, their culture is extremely food-oriented, because everyone is growing and silkworms eat nigh constantly. They spend most of their lives outdoors but sleep and shelter from bad weather in large family dwellings made from wood and the remains of the silk cocoons of prior generations.
also here is a whole website that not only has a shit ton of adventures and such but lets you search for any item or npc or whatever and see their stats and info at your fingertips
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AN: I've gone back and edited the story. I recommend y'all reread the story so no one gets confused. No major differences or anything, but still recommended.
It’s been two days, and Danny’s about to lose his goddamn mind.
He hasn’t been allowed to leave this sunflower envious couch for more than a few minutes at a time. The longest he was allowed off of it was to get a shower. Bobby wouldn’t even let him stand up and grab another book without freaking the fuck out. He was quite literally ready to say fuck it and bolt. But that would be stupid. Because this isn’t his timeline, nor is it his dimension, apparently.
Bobby’s the only person Danny can somewhat claim to know. If Danny were to leave now, he’d be starting all over again. No safe place to sleep, no legal access to food, no legal place for a shower. AND he’d have to travel on foot for who knows how long just to get his bags back.
“Stop your moping, idjit.” Bobby huffed, dropping down in his worn-out puke green armchair. Danny’s head flopped to the side, allowing him to stare impassively at Bobby as the man grabbed one of his notebooks and an old-looking journal.
Speaking of books, Danny’s read his way through most of the ones in the living room. And just like he predicted, most of the information in the books was old news. Well, mostly old news. There were a few beings and creatures he’d never heard of before that he was definitely going to research later, seeing as the information on them was sparse and not that clear.
He tried to dig through the kitchen’s books to see if they had anything interesting, but Bobby kicked him out and now refuses to let him back in. Said his brain needs a cool-down because there was no way Danny could have possibly learned anything at the rate he was going.
The man, having apparently become immune to annoying teenagers, hasn’t budged on his stance in the last hour, so Danny’s been left to, as the man said, mope.
Mope.
The great Danny Phantom.
Moping.
This was torture. Hell, even. Danny was going to pass on permanently, and he’s going to be stuck haunting Bobby’s house for the rest of his miserable existence. A rather short existence, seeing as the man sitting across from him was a hunter who definitely knew how to exorcise ghosts, but still, it would be miserable.
“Alright, kid, what’s your deal?” Bobby huffed, tossing his books to the side. Paper fluttered, and a pencil rolled off the desk, but the man didn’t seem to care.
Pushing himself up, Danny twisted and stared at him, “I’m a teenager, Mr. Bobby. You have left me with nothing but my mind to entertain me, and I’m forbidden from moving off the couch.”
Bobby was silent for a moment, just staring blankly back at him.
Sighing, Danny rubbed his face before continuing, “Teen. Ager. Bobby. Teenager. Who’s used to doing whatever I want, whenever I want, so long as I don’t end up killing myself or another human being. I have gone from one extreme to the other. If I’m not allowed to do something in the next ten minutes, I will die.”
“Drama queens,” Bobby grumbled, before slapping his knees and standing up. “Fine, you’ve been driving yourself up the walls, and I’m not going to willingly let you drive me insane. So, here’s what we’ll do.”
The man walked into the kitchen, snagged a random flannel shirt off one of the chairs, and chucked it at Danny. “Put that on, I’ve got a few errands I need done, you’re coming with me.”
“YES!” Danny cheered, sliding off the couch in his excitement. He landed on his side, pulling on his injuries. Silently hissing, Danny quickly sat up and pretended nothing happened.
Bobby didn’t look impressed.
Ignoring him, Danny pulled on the flannel (which was nice and would definitely keep him warm in the slightly chilly weather) and scrambled his way to stand next to the man.
The man sighed, pinching his nose for a moment, before pointing next to the door. “Your shoes, let me know if you need help putting them on,” he continued muttering under his breath as Danny practically sprinted to the other side of the room, “God give me patience. He’s just like those idjits. How did I even survive the first time?”
Once Danny managed to get his shoes on (no, Bobby, Danny doesn’t need help putting them on. Just because he’s been stabbed more than once doesn’t mean he can’t bend down to tie his shoes… ok, so maybe Danny might need a little help, he’s pretty sure he almost saw his own soul pulling that stitch. Anyway!) The two of them wandered out the door and over to an old green car, apparently named Patina.
Bobby refused to explain why he chose that name, but whatever.
Once settled (and buckled since Bobby glared at him until he’d done so), the two set off down the road. They sat in silence for a while, just listening to the crunch of tires on gravel and then smooth asphalt.
“I’m taking it, you’ll be needing the essentials then?” Bobby huffed, glancing at the review mirror, then back at the road.
“Well,” Danny started, wondering if he should bring it up now or wait.
“Well?” He asked, narrowing his eyes and watching Danny more closely.
Well, no time like the present, it seems. Clockwork better have kept his word. “I’ve got a few bags stashed in an old building. I’m not sure where exactly, considering I only managed to memorise the street signs and not the, you know, town’s name.”
“The town’s, Kid, do you even know where you are?” Bobby asked incredulously, whipping his head to look at Danny, then back at the road a few times.
“Somewhere in South Dakota,” danny deadpaned, crossing his arms in annoyance.
“South Da-, Kid. How the hell do you not know where you're at?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Danny huffed, sliding down his chair, “I should have asked the guy who tried to kidnap me, that’s my bad. How could I have possibly not remembered to do that?”
“Fuckin’ dramatic,” Bobby trailed off, shaking his head. “Whatever, you're in Sioux Falls, kid. Ring any bells?”
“Nope,” Danny chirped, “if it helps, I know we were on this road for a good ten minutes, after we turned off a road on the right, which we had been traveling on for approximately thirty minutes, and that was after the man tried to confuse me by taking a ridiculous amount of turns around town for like twenty minutes. Soooo,” Danny tilted his head, “what abandoned old building is in that direction?”
Bobby squinted to the left, thinking for a moment. “Forty minutes? You’d probably be looking for downtown 8th or 7th. Lots of buildings over there. You said you remember the street names?”
“Yeah, uh,” Danny tilted his head, “An old building on Northern Pacific Ave, right in the middle. It’s between 8th st and Broadway, I think.”
“Yeah, sounds bout right,” Bobby huffed, “right then. We’ll go get your bags first, since it’ll be on the way to our first stop.”
~
They sat in silence for a while, Danny mostly focused on watching the passing scenery, and Bobby focused on the road and not killing them. It took a while, but soon the car started slowing down, and Danny was able to recognise a few buildings.
“Yeah, it’s around here,” Danny said, leaning forward to get a better look around.
Two blocks down, a familiar building stood tall, its boarded windows and rusted door a welcoming sight after two days.
“Right, you stay here, I’ll get your stuff,” Bobby huffed, putting the car in park.
“Aw, come on, Bobby!” Danny whined, “Why can’t I just run in and get it myself?”
Bobby turned to slowly look at him, with one of the most judgmental looks Danny had ever seen. “Do you really need me to explain this to you, kid?”
Danny let the silence stretch for a long moment before heaving a deep sigh, “Fine. My bags are up on the second floor, in the corner of some janitorial closet on the west side. The door’s rusted shut, but there’s a metal panel that can be shoved to the side.”
“Right,” Bobby grumbled, shoving his door open and stepping out. “Stay here. Lock the doors. If someone’s acting shifty, stab them.” And with that, Bobby tossed a knife on his empty seat and closed the door.
Rolling his eyes, Danny reached over and pressed the lock button, the mechanism clicking loudly.
“Just stab them, yeah, right,” Danny grumbled, slouching down and watching Bobby disappear into the dark building. “This is mine now, he’s not getting it back.” Snatching the knife, Danny shoved it through his body and into the liminal space that was his core.
Infinite storage space; one of the perks of being dead.
Well, one of the only perks, really.
Sighing, Danny let his head slip to the side and rest against the glass, silently observing the quiet street around him. A few people were walking on the sidewalks, and only a car or two passed every few seconds, but other than that, the area was deserted.
Another minute or two passed before a loud whistle cut through the air. Flinching, Danny sat up and whipped his head around, looking for the source. It was coming from right next to him. Frowning, Danny fumbled with the latch before successfully opening the center console. Right there at the very top sat an old flip phone.
Glancing up, Danny waited to see if Bobby might show up.
No luck.
The phone whistled again, turning urgently as it buzzed.
Debating with himself, Danny slowly reached out and picked up the phone. The screen was cracked, but he could make out some of the name; Idj-- One.
Idj? Idj one? Who???
OH! Like Idjit! Bobby’s always calling one of his boys idjit, it’s probably one of them then. He should probably answer that. He doubted Bobby wanted to miss a call from one of them, and he should be back in a minute or two.
Flipping the phone open, Danny answered the call with the first thing to come to mind, “American Airlines, how may I help you?”
