The definitive, color-coded flowchart guide to Jin Ling's many uncles.

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The definitive, color-coded flowchart guide to Jin Ling's many uncles.
I read the thread and what isn’t clear from one tweet that this 9yr old was reffing an adult women’s league, not a children’s league. And that woman who argued with said child ref was a player not a mom.
Danny decided he needed a vacation. He had recently gotten shapeshifting powers in his ghost form, because ectoplasm could be molded and stretched. The only thing that needed to stay the same was his core. He decided to become a puppy, and live out a few years with a good family. Unfortunately, he got involved in a dog fighting ring, and to keep his cover, had to go along with it. But that didn’t stop him from sending messages to the local bats. He’s rescued along with all of the other pups, and Batman had taken a liking to him. He’s named Ace and brought home with Batman. Bruce quickly found out that Ace (Danny) was scarily good at reading people, and after Ace had broken out of a locked cage and saved Batman more than once, that he now had a sidekick that was his dog. Danny was having his best time being a crime fighting dog.
Danny is corralling the pups when Batman arrives.
He registers the soft swish of the vigilante's cape and the sharp little shwings of several batarangs, but keeps his focus on the pups.
They're very squiggly and squirming and the littlest one keeps getting underfoot and Danny just wants them to be okay!
Danny still hasn't gotten the hang of dog speak--he keeps mixing up his woofs and arfs--and going from bipedal to four-legged animal doesn't exactly feel fluid in his brain. It's especially hard to go from his ghost form's liquid 5’6 (He’s still banking on those Fenton genes to kick in, he’s only 16 after all!) to a warm, solid 22 inches, give or take.
The floor is dirty, he has 8 or 9 other puppies in the cage with him, and they are definitely not potty trained. They also keep banging their heads on the bars and not all of them remember what happened to the one puppy that managed to escape but Danny can see the little guy cowering under his back leg so he does what any reasonable puppy-shapeshifted halfa would do in his position: He corrals the puppies in the middle of the cage as best he can.
Danny still can't believe he's gotten himself in this position, though he maintains it's all Clockwork's fault.
Go to Gotham, he said, have fun as a street dog, he said, I'll make sure you're dropped in a reasonable shelter he said. Danny grumbles reasonable my fluffy little ass, but in his current form all it sounds like is a sorry excuse for a growl.
He was dropped off at a nice shelter on the edge of Bristol and was actually having a good time for his so-called vacation. Eating dog food was weird, and the whole bathroom and general bathing situation was also weird, but with his new tastebuds and lowered inhibitions Danny had managed it.
He was just getting his bearings on making the shape shifting a little more semi-permanent (it wouldn't do to transform back in his sleep) when two men came by his cage.
They reeked of bad juju, and Danny had growled and growled, but considering he was something like a six month old German Shepherd, well.
Next thing Danny knew he was being tossed into a cage with other puppies, front row seat to his presumed future: Dog Fighting.
Danny had sighed, then, and he sighs again now.
The pups have all settled somewhat around and under him and the grunts and loud noises seemed to have settled down. That was fast, but well, he's a full 10+ years older than when Danny started fighting his rogues, and definitely a better fighter so what else did he expect? He's just happy the blob ghosts still understood him in dog-form and that that the Bat was able to take a hint.
He makes a little bark noise, to see if Batman can find them. The cage is sort of pushed into the back corner of the presumed head honcho's office and if you don't look around the desk they could be easily missed.
He wasn't sure if it would work, but then the Dark Knight himself emerges from above the desk, and Danny can feel the puppies near him tremble a bit.
Danny carefully paws his way over to the edge of the cage to meet Batman. He sits just in front of the puppy pile and makes a happy little bark that echoes around the room.
The Batman can be stoic all he likes, Danny can feel the relief the vigilante has about finding them (perks of ghost empathy) and he can definitely see the corner of the Bat's mouth curling up slightly. Danny feels his tail wag a little bit, as the Bat opens the cage for them.
Danny gives him a little paw pat on his leg and lick on the chin as thanks, before woofing at the other puppies to be nice.
The puppies don’t fall in line, as puppies tend to be averse to such things, but they do fall over themselves to crowd the big Bat who seems to be at a loss for a split second.
Danny sits pretty and smug, very proud of himself, and his tail starts wagging a little more aggressively for it.
He’s so busy making sure the other puppies aren’t wandering off anywhere he doesn’t notice Batman eyeing him a little curiously.
My heart can't take it's just so precious!
Ace meets Richard “Dick” Grayson on a normal, Wednesday night, which doesn’t make sense.
It doesn’t make sense because Wednesday nights are for playing training with Bruce and relaxing with some reruns of Gray Ghost to “cool down.”
Normal Wednesday nights are not nights, Ace thinks, for losing your parents and being whisked away by a billionaire furry and his half-ghost dog.
Wednesday nights are not for angry little boys who can’t cry to their parents anymore, and certainly not for something as nonsensical, as life changing as murder.
My god this is adorable
Spring is in full swing when Ace feels a familiar aura outside the Manor.
He recognizes the signature, even after 10 years. That’s the weirdest part about this whole thing, the time.
He still feels, distantly and at once so closely, like 16 year old Danny Fenton, fresh on vacation. But he also feels all of 11 years of Ace’s old age, in his bones and in his blood.
I love all the beautiful additions ❤️❤️
Somehow, some way, this is definitely Clockwork’s fault.
Titus stares at the pitbull puppy, and thinks I’m definitely gonna kick that guy’s ass the next time I see him.
He’s sure Danny will agree with him, once he explains himself. Heck, dude might even pummel CW into bits. He’s strong enough, Titus knows for sure.
Because that is Dani in Dick’s arms, and she is not only freshly missing a foreleg but also bruised to all hell.
Jazz isn’t sure why she’s here, if she’s being honest.
She wobbles on her paws, which is such a weird thing to have, and thinks wretched thoughts towards her siblings.
GOD what a good story, its good enough to make ME cry!! im a stony bastard most of the time. This is a beautiful story even tho there were time skips, it still conveyed the emotions that the characters feel for how Danny/Ace came into their lives and how he leaves. thank you for making this
Aw, thank you! You and everyone's comments definitely give me life. I'm not done with this AU just yet, and I hope you won't mind a ton more exposition in this next part. We're in the last stretch, I think!
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Danny is 20 years old when he realizes that he hasn’t had a break in four years.
Well, more accurately, he’s forcibly reminded by Sam and Tucker.
He’s had it rough, now that he thinks about it, and the exhaustion suddenly hits him like a bag of bricks. With a 2-ton truck swiftly following it. And maybe even a block of concrete for added measure.
He heaves a sigh and plops into the chair they’ve clearly prepared for him in the middle of their shared apartment.
Today is the day, and Haley is bite-y.
Whether that is a good thing or a bad thing depends entirely on if one is Haley or if one isn’t Haley.
Since she is Haley, it will be a good day indeed.
The same, however, cannot be said for Dick.
Just reread this and I'm still crying 😭😭😭 I need someone make like small little parodies of these. Like incorrect quotes bwysbsg I need a fanfic of a fanfic cuz my heart can't take it and needs more and I love you author and AHHHHHHH I CAN'T WORDS RIGHT NOW
Had fun with these.
it's surprisingly hard to find quotes that work for ghost half dogs. Who knew?
in almost every other children's book where the main heroine is swept away to a land of whimsy she's shown having a lovely time; braving dangers occasionally, trying to find her way home, sure, but ultimately delighting in the magic around her. meanwhile alice spends her entire time in wonderland like
look, here’s the thing: alice in wonderland’s enduring fucking charm is that it perfectly captures the vibe of being a very tired and annoyed child who is nonetheless required to play along with adult nonsense.
alice is dragged from place to place without warning, forced to play stupid games with no good prizes, grilled over her schooling and manners and recitation and dress, scolded, judged, insulted to her face, sent away, given gifts she didn’t ask for and doesn’t like, corrected incorrectly, been subject to shifting and arbitrary rules, and then when she gets snappish with all this bullshit everyone acts like a little girl’s temper is the end of the fucking world.
alice in wonderland isn’t a drug trip or a nightmare or a metaphor, that’s just what being ten years old is LIKE. that’s why kids love it so much. even if they can’t quite articulate how, they recognize themselves in it.
The best quality a fictional man can have is being deeply, pathetically, wretchedly in love with someone, I think
magneto can create force fields and levitate by supposedly strengthening and riding magnetic waves, but he can also stop bullets (which are not made of a ferromagnetic material, but rather lead) meaning he may just have telekinesis and fooled himself into thinking he can only move metals through the power of assumption and placebo- in this essay i will-
Okay but I raise you that his children and grandchildren canonically have reality warping powers, and it is just as possible (and more hilarious) if he too has reality warping powers but they are capped at being able to determine which metals are ferromagnetic. In this counterproposal I will-
in a similar fashion, prof x has fooled himself into thinking he can’t read minds through metal regardless of being able to read wolverine’s mind when he has a metal skull, through this concurrence i will-
Play it cool, Tony…
HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY, @darkkitty1208!!! 🎉🎉
Sorry this is coming to you so late, but I genuinely hope you had a wonderful birthday full of smiles and good food!!! Thank you for all the support on my goofy little doodles, hon!! ♥️
Tonight was the night.
The night.
Tony could feel his heart hammering in his chest at the thought as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Three-piece suit, the finest one he had (which was tailored within a day in his panic), complete with a red tie to top off the look. He had been fiddling with strands in his hair rather obsessively now, trying to look his best and occasionally cringing at himself as he practiced his words in front of the mirror.
He had planned this night rather too meticulously to be humanly possible. Everyone would think being a billionaire meant it was easy to arrange a date night – in reality? That just meant opening up so many possibilities.
It needed to be a special date. He needed it to be the best of the best, the pressure of it making his palms and neck sweaty. He cleared his throat and started over.
"Stephen," he said, voice as sincere as he could, "the love of my life, my ever-faithful partner and my one and only wizard… or sorcerer, whatever," he cringed again.
God, this was hard.
A majority of his life, he had always been winging things and going with the flow, trusting his guts with confidence and relying on his billionaire playboy persona to fix the situation at hand (which, well, admittedly, hadn't worked out for the most part – that didn't stop someone like Tony Stark, though).
But tonight was different. He needed to be prepared. Everything needed to be perfect. It has been three years now and Tony doesn't think he was ever able to maintain a relationship (nor had he expected anyone to be able to put up with him enough to do so) this long. Well, there had been Pepper, but that ended eventually. They just didn't work. She deserved someone better, someone who would dedicate more of their time to her than he ever could. Someone who actually cared and loved her, someone with enough time in their hands to do more than just going head-first to death and disappearing for days on end.
As far as relationships went, Tony wasn't exactly the best partner, he had to admit. He had experimented with some – there was also the whole drunken fiasco with Rhodey (he realised they were better off as friends), and then there was May (the sex was great and all, but the whole… emotional connection thing? Yeah. He wasn't really into that), and a string of several other lovers along the way (he had to keep up his playboy image, didn't he?), but none of them had been… permanent.
And then there was Stephen.
Stephen had been the one to turn his life upside down and downside up. He had been Tony's permanent. Someone who would always stay by his side no matter the circumstances, who kept up with his snark and antics, and even loved him for it.
Tony wasn't sure what he did to deserve a man like him, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let this chance go to waste.
Which was why he felt permanent wasn't enough. He needed something more real, a mark that proved Stephen was his and he was Stephen's. That they belonged to each other and would last that way for forever. Till death do us part, and all that.
Tony took a deep breath. He straightened his tie.
"Alright, let's start over," he muttered, brushing his fingers over his chest. He cleared his throat.
"Stephen," he started, "the love of my life, my ever-faithful partner… I know it hasn't been long, I mean – erm, I know we haven't known each other for a long time," he cleared his throat again, dammit get it together Stark, "Meeting you… Meeting you has been the best thing that has ever happened in my life," he smiled, a sincere one that he had never shown in front of camera – a smile reserved only for people he held dear in his heart, "So, if you'll have me, Steph… Could you see your way, erm… If you could see your way to–"
His hand stopped mid-air and his words were cut short as a knock was heard on the door.
"Hey, it's Pepper."
"Uh, yeah," he said, hastily tidying himself, mentally preparing for Pepper's scrutinising eyes to observe every single detail in his look, "Yeah, come in."
Pepper slid through the door, just as Tony turned around to meet her eyes.
She stared.
"...wow."
Tony smiled, spreading his arms wide.
"What do you think? Good enough?"
"It's… wow." she said, and the wide-eyed look on her face has Tony sweating.
"That's…" he chuckled, almost letting his nervousness slip, "That's a good thing, right?"
"Yes! I mean, of course, Tony. You look… you really put in extra effort in this, did you?" she replied, and Tony smiled at that.
She stepped up to him, hands brushing against his chest and tugging at his tie, neatening it. "Good luck, Tony," she looked up at him, eyes sincere, "I wish you both the best." Tony smiled.
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"Where are you going?" Wong asked as he saw Stephen step down the stairs of the Sanctum, looking almost like a completely different person with his tuxedo and slick-backed hair.
"I'm… going on a date."
"A date?"
"...yes, a date."
"With Stark?" Stephen nodded almost sheepishly. Wong snorted at that.
"Where?"
"The Ritz."
Not a surprise for him. Being a billionaire meant being able to dine in the Ritz like how one would go to McDonalds.
"Well," the librarian turned his head back to the book on his lap. "Have fun. And don't forget to use protection."
"Wong!" Stephen protested. The other sorcerer could barely hide his smirk at the flustered reaction.
Just then, a knock sounded from the Sanctum entrance. Stephen couldn't help but perk up at that, stifling a giddy smile as he sauntered over to open the door.
Tony stood there with a bouquet of flowers in hand. The man seemed stunned.
"...hi," Stephen said, smiling. Tony snapped out of his trance and finally responded with a croaked, "Hey."
And then the engineer froze again as he stared at Stephen's face.
Stephen stared back, trying not to feel too awkward at the situation.
"Are… those for me?" Stephen pointed at the flowers.
"Hm?" Tony flitted his eyes to where Stephen pointed, "Oh! Yeah. It's uh, for you. Yes."
"They're… very beautiful," he remarked, "Thank you."
Stephen accepted them with a warm smile and quickly portaled it to be placed in a conjured vase. The sorcerer then leant in to peck a quick, chaste kiss over Tony's cheek, delighting in the slight flush it caused on the other man.
"Sh-shall we?" Tony said, stepping aside. Stephen nodded, conjuring a portal to a nearby alley close by their restaurant.
(Tony knew he hated cars. He wouldn't ever take Stephen on a ride unless the sorcerer stated otherwise. They had agreed on portals as their main transportation mode since the first time they dated.)
They both stepped through, shoulder-to-shoulder. They walked through the alley, when suddenly a man shouldered his way between them with a muttered 'sorry'.
Tony huffed.
"Rude."
Stephen, on the other hand, was frowning. He grabbed the man's shoulder and turned him to their direction. True enough, the smuggler snuck out his wallet and was in the middle of tucking it in his pocket. Stephen sighed.
"Great. Would you please give that back? You won't really find anything of value in there."
The man scowled at him. He pulled out the wallet, opened it, and Stephen had to suppress an embarrassed wince at how pathetic the inside was.
The man raised his brow, looking up. He turned his head to Tony, and his eyes widened.
"Tony Stark?"
Tony looked at him. "The one and only."
The smuggler huffed out a laugh.
"You're telling me," he pointed at Stephen, "A guy like you dates Tony Stark?"
Stephen looked down, but Tony had a stern expression on his face.
"Watch it, jerk face," the engineer warned, hands in fists.
"I mean. It's no wonder, the guy's a billionaire and you want a slice of that, don't ya?" the man stepped ever so closer but not Stephen nor Tony backed down.
The smuggler tsked at him. "Especially with those hideous hands, I bet y–"
The man was suddenly knocked off his feet with the force of Tony's angry fist, his body toppling to the ground as a trail of blood came out of his – seemingly broken – nose. Tony composed himself as he took deep breaths, his anger levels out of the roof.
"Bastard," he spat out, "We can't have a single date night that goes smoothly, can we?" He inspected his red knuckles, waving it off.
Stephen stood and stared at the prone body, and then at Tony.
A moment lapsed in silence. And then a giggle errupted from the sorcerer, almost uncalled for. Tony frowned, but couldn't help joining in.
"What? What's so funny?" he said in-between chuckles.
"No, it's just…" Stephen looked into his eyes, his blue-green-grey eyes glinting in the city lights. "Thank you."
Anybody else got that Evergiven sized writers block
“Where’s the next chapter?!” Well buddy you’re never gonna guess
What’s the comic sans trick?
#i feel like someone just asked me to eat dirt for my health
wingdings' true purpose as a font
Wingdings holy shit some of y'all are on a whole different level of galaxy wizard brain batshittery and I am in awe.
The Milt Kahl Head Swaggle (Source: Cartoon Brew)
I love it when you can pick up an animator’s quirks.
I’ve read in old interviews with Milt Khal’s fellow animators that he did the swaggle to purposefully show off. Moving the head in 3-d space is an exceptionally hard thing to do but Khal upped the level of difficulty to a place many animators wouldn’t go. Not only are they all doing the swaggle you’ll notice they are all TALKING while they are doing it. This is back in the days where you had to use a timing sheet to pace your animation and a head swaggle doesn’t work if its too slow or too fast so he had to figure out the right speed so it looked natural while the character finishes what they have to say while not interfering with the distinct mouth shapes. Not only did Khal do it without any shifting weight problems or timing issues he would often do it while moving the rest of the body. This isn’t his signature move just because he was good at it.This is his signature move because he was one of the only people skilled enough to DO IT AT ALL.
Milt Khal was a MASTER.
God, I can’t express to you how fucking DELIGHTED I become whenever they Milt Khal Head Swaggle Post graces my dash with its presence again.
can’t find the post that’s already circulating about this now but there really is no medical privacy in star trek whatsoever. imagine if a stranger walked into your doctor’s appointment and asked for your medical details, your doctor obliged without question, and then the stranger demanded you be killed. bonkers
the rest of this scene is hilarious btw
Futuristic insurance provider
Other people have already pointed this out in the notes, but this show was released from 1987-1991 and HIPAA, the federal law that establishes doctor/patient confidentiality, only passed in 1996.
Doctor patient confidentiality did not exist when this show aired.
So many of the rights you think of as sacred and fundamental and universal and permanent are younger than the average millennial. So many of your legal protections are tacked together with the legal system’s equivalent of tissue paper and elmer’s glue.
Jiang Cheng exudes bad b*tch energy
hourly comic i posted on twitter
hourly comic i posted on twitter
commission i did for @thisvictoriangirl!! thank you for commissioning me!
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Ninja dad with his ninja daughter - or, Hatake Kakashi accidentally adopts a child and her sword.
Here’s a link to my Naruto OC fic if anyone’s interested!
Thank you so much for bringing my OC to life, @artbinch!! <3