nonbinary robots are cool and all but imagine a robot designed to be genderless and it sees a girl and is like “wtf girls are cute im a girl now” and the scientists are like u cant do this thing but she is already out the door
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nonbinary robots are cool and all but imagine a robot designed to be genderless and it sees a girl and is like “wtf girls are cute im a girl now” and the scientists are like u cant do this thing but she is already out the door
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So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”
To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”
I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.
Oh! I forgot to mention! I saw him at lunch the same day, and he ran up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed at this super sweet girl who comes to GSA and asked if she’s gay. I told him he should ask her because that’s not my place and he said he would.
I thought that would be the end of it.
Except ten minutes later he came back and told me he found out (she’s bi) and that both of us have a shot. I said “You more than me.” because he’s attractive and popular.
But this wholesome dumbass looked really confused and asked, “Because I’m tall?’
So this isn’t lesbian/jock solidarity but I thought you guys would want to know-
My math teacher was trying to fix the rolling whiteboard and he just offhand said “This would be easier with a wrench”
And deadass, dudebro said “Hang on” and then proceeded to pull a fucking wrench out of his backpack
Update- after school today he saw me in the library and he didn’t say anything? He just pointed at the book he was holding and I gave him a thumbs up because it’s a pretty good book, and he went “Yes!” Really quiet and pumped his fist and then left
Okay so today he asked me if I know how to help people having a panic attack and I was like yeah? And he smiled at me and then went “cool I think I’m having one”
And I was like what the fuck Colin we’re in the middle of Tech class sit down and we went out in the hall and sat there for a while and he told me about the test he’s stressed about so we kind of went over his study guide and when he was feeling better he kind of like… smacked his head against mine gently? And I helped him up even though he’s almost a foot taller than me and yeah
Today at lunch we walked to the football field and laid in the grass and I told him thank you for being my friend (because I don’t have that many) and fistbumped me and said, “You always looked so nice and chill, how could I not want to be your friend?”
And honestly y’all, I would’ve started crying if he hadn’t sneezed and accidentally smacked me
[Image ID: Tumblr post from astralPlaneBitch reading: Anyway the best m/f friendship dynamic is and always will be
Pure of heart, dumb of ass
Lesbian
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Bad Driver
AKA "Danny Fenton accidentally hits the Joker with the GAV during a livestream. It quickly becomes a Gotham meme." DCxDP prompt! TW: Brief description of vehicular assault.
Pro tip: Don't drive while on the phone. You could hit somebody.
Okay, so Danny does ghost-hunting livestreams (endorsed by FentonWorks) and tours the most haunted cities in America. Gotham happens to be in the Top 10 Cursed Cities of America, featured by youtubers like Buzzfeed Unsolved and Netflix true crime documentaries. Danny just... capitalizes on that a bit. He needs to make money, okay?? His "ghost hunting" is mostly debunking supposedly haunted places, doing side quests for ghosts with unfinished business, and interviewing interesting people.
Anyways. Gotham City is confusing. The streets make no sense, half of the city is blocked off due to the latest Rogue attacks, and he's pretty sure he saw an ambulance smash through a barricade with zero hesitation followed by several cop cars. Danny's livestream chat is blowing up, begging to see what just happened, and he's fumbling with the dashboard phone holder when several groups of people in clown masks start swarming the street. They're surrounding the truck, actually shooting at him, a couple swinging baseball bats and crowbars. He takes his eyes off the road for one second just to check whether the GAV has its shield deployed.
One second is all it takes. He feels more than hears the thunk of something particularly human-shaped hitting his front bumper. And his stomach drops. Heart-stopping panic grips him and all he can do is grip the steering wheel and drive forward. He can vaguely hear shouts all around the GAV but shock blurs everything together until he's frantically driving away. He somehow ends up in a quiet one-way street that looks half-abandoned. His livestream comments are a mess of what just happened?? and r u okay?? and, notably: WAS THAT THE FUCKING JOKER?!
As Gotham finds out, Daniel J Fenton did, in fact, commit a hit and run on the Joker. The GCPD dismissed a vehicular assault charge as the livestream showed Danny being shot at during the time of the assault; judges would absolutely categorize the case as self-defense. The Joker unfortunately didn't die. Also unfortunately, screenshots of the livestream got leaked and now Danny's absurdly baffled and horrified expression post-hitting the Joker is trending on Gotham News.
A new trend of "Get Ready With Me to Hit The Joker With My Car" circulates, much to Danny's utter horror and mortification. Gothamites adore Danny. There's something hilariously ironic and slightly endearing about some out-of-towner hitting the only person in Gotham that everybody agrees should be dead with their car. Unintentionally, too. Even the Bats begrudgingly can't even be mad about it. The situation for the kid was clearly traumatizing and horrific.
(Although once Danny learns what the Joker's done and why everybody's so viciously gleeful, he feels a little less bad.)
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The moment I saw these double doors in our apartment, I knew I wanted to put colorful foil on them:
Today my wife did it, and I couldn't be more stunned and happy:
Isn't it amazing? This is a dream come true, and it makes me so happy! 🩵🧡💚💛💙❤️🩷
The doors continue to delight:
(pics taken as the sun shines through the doors, making all the colors shine and projecting some of them across the hallway floor) (edited this reblog to add a second pic)
This post is almost at 11,111 notes and I hope someone screenshots it when it happens!
@purlturtle here you are I got it for you!
what if I told you that I am RIVETED to my notifications at the moment, for fear that I will miss it
The galaxy map of this post's reblogs is a thing of beauty:
This isn't a post from a big blog that a ton of people reblogged from that one big blog. This isn't even a post that got big because one big blog reblogged it. Yes, there were a few big-name boosts, but almost all of these reblogs are just, this post ambling through Tumblr making people happy.
And that makes *me* happy. Thank you, fellow Tumblrinas!
Y'all.
My wife found this incredible rug to go into the living room, that matches the doors so so so well!
Isn't it fabulous?
(ID: wide angle shot of a living room with a rug in the center that is 5x8 panels of different colored squares)
DeadSerious prompt: #3
If there is one thing that Damian is afraid of, it's his mother and grandfather going after Danny.
Danny is one of the few normal people Damian has ever met that he actually likes to spend time with. And one of the only ones that can stand to spend time with him.
They've only been dating for a few months but already Damian knows that he loves Danny. He just hasn't gotten up the courage to explain the whole... Former assassin thing. Or the son of Batman thing. Or being Robin. Or that he maybe doesn't want to be Robin anymore...
He has talked to him about med school though. Damian thinks he deserves some points for that.
Needless to say, Damian knows that he's hiding a huge part of his life from Danny. And the longer he goes without telling him, the more likely it is to blow up in his face.
So one night Damian asks Danny to come over to the Manor and have dinner with him. He asked Alfred to help him make dinner for Danny as a way of hopefully smoothing over what he was about to tell him.
But Danny never shows. And he doesn't answer his phone when Damian tries to call him.
Immediately Damian is panicking. Even when they fight they never go no contact. Gotham is a dangerous city, they promised each other that they would always respond to a text or call no matter how angry they were with each other.
Instantly Damian suspects the al Ghuls.
And he's correct. Talia wasn't sure exactly what to make of Damian's paramour. He's quite handsome, with ice blue eyes and unruly black hair. His fashion choices could use a bit of work, but she can see why her son might be drawn to the young man.
But what perplexes her is that she has very theatrically kidnapped him... And he seems completely unbothered by this fact.
They are sitting together at a small table with tea and biscuits surrounded by league assassins and the boy is happily munching away on the biscuits without a care in the world. His innocent eyes taking in the people around them and giving them a kind smile.
"So, you're Damian's mom, right?" The boy asks.
"I am his mother, yes..."
"Yeah, I can tell. He looks just like you. Pretty and dangerous." The boy smiles at her.
Talia can admit that she's a bit flattered. Usually people go on and on about how her son resembles his father. It's nice to know that at least someone sees her in his features.
"You are Daniel Fenton." Not a question.
"Yup! Although I prefer Danny if you don't mind. Only people who want to kill me call me Daniel."
Talia smiled darkly, "and what makes you think I don't want to kill you."
The boy, Danny, just blinks at her and cocks his head in consideration. "Just a feeling," he says.
Before Talia can say more her son bursts into the room adorned in his Robin gear.
"Mother!" He cries frantically. "Release Danny at once!"
Before Talia can respond Danny laughs. "Oh, come on, Angel. Your mom is just looking out for you. We're all friends here."
Danny then takes a sip of the tea. Oh dear, Talia perhaps should have thought twice about brewing poison tea. It's one thing to poison her son's paramour when they are alone. Doing it with Damian in the room will likely result in her son not talking to her for a very long time.
But nothing happens. Well, nothing except for the wide smile that Danny makes when he looks over at Talia and exclaims " Oh my Ancients, I LOVE Belladonna tea! How did you know?"
Perhaps this boy is worthy of marrying into the family after all.
“Excuse me, Mr… uh, Kent, was it? May I ask you some questions?” The kid was hardly older than Clark’s own son, so he thinks he could be forgiven for ignoring the Bat-insignia’d alarm bells the kid set off with his gaze alone.
“Sure? How can I help, son?”
“Er, well, the questions are about a um, sensitive topic so… is there like, a meeting room we could talk in or something?”
And really, is it Clark’s fault that the boy’s green eyes look so earnest? “Yeah, of course, just this way.” He leads the ginger to a meeting room not that far away, shutting the door behind them and watching the boy walk a few paces ahead of Clark.
The boy abruptly turns toward Clark, earnest and honest expression forgotten and in its place was an expression that caused Clark’s hand to automatically reach up to help - true desperation. “How do you make people not notice that you’re Superman?”
Clark’s hand froze, “I- what? Superman? Son, you’re joking, right?”
“Don’t patronize me,” the ginger snapped, “I know you’re Superman, even if you hide it better than- that doesn’t matter. How do you keep people from noticing? Is it the glasses? Is there some Kryptonian material that influences people into looking the other way? Is there any way that I can have some of that material?”
“I- they’re just normal glasses?” This was not how he’d anticipated the day to go when he’d been informed there’d be a tour group in the building.
“Then, is it the posture? The hairstyle? Magic from JLD? What do you do, how can I help him hide?”
Damian: is your throne made of bones?
Danny: Huh? Oh, yeah! They were all donated to me by some of my subjects after my coronation.
Damian: You sit on a throne... Of charitably donated bones?
Danny: Yeah? Where else would I get a bunch of bones?
Damian: The cliche is usually a throne made out of the bones of one's enemies, is it not?
Danny:
Danny: Babe.... My enemies don't have bones.
Danny: I’m from the future. We’re family
Dick in the corner with Tim: so he’s Bruce’s right?
Tim: oh yeah definitely. He has his nose
Dick: I bet it was with Talia again
Jason watching with Cas: how did he have another one?
Cas raising an eyebrow:
Danny oblivious to the misunderstanding:
Damian suspicious: is your father strong?
Danny with a wink: oh yeah definitely
Bruce panicking: is he a good father?
Danny: well he is but he doesn’t have much time for me with “saving the world” all the time
Bruce muttering: I’ve failed another child
Danny isn’t Bruce’s child. He’s Damian’s. Damian lost his memory and became Jack Fenton. Danny has no idea the misunderstanding he created
"The Intern"
An AU DPxDC concept where a cult summons attempts to summon the Ghost King; Pariah Dark. Only to be met with Danny in his human form.
Now, revealing that the new Ghost King is a halfa to a bunch of weirdos in robes is a bad idea. So when they inevitably ask who the hell he is, he comes up with a lie.
"Oh, I'm his intern. I think? Maybe secretary is a better word? You know what, it doesn't matter." His lie is unsure at first, but then he puts on his best customer service voice and tries again.
"Hello, I'm Danny and I'll be the one taking your call. Now before we start, can you give me your name and reason for summoning?"
Danger is my middle name. (DP x DC)
Today was a terrible day. A Scarcrow attack on his University in second period. A Joker attack during fifth period. A Bane attack on his way to and from school. And now he was stuck as an unwilling contestant in the Riddler's latest game. The Riddler, who kept talking and talking and talking into the camera, broadcasting this to the entire city, and possibly the world if anyone outside of Gotham cared to tune in. Danny was kinda just... blankly staring at the ground, mentally calculating how many fucks he had to give at the present moment to decide if he should just phase out and fuck off to go back to his dorm and catch some Zs.
At least he had been, until the Riddler suddenly demanded his attention by stealing his lanyard with his school ID front and center, the grown ass man grinning to himself like a satisfied child who thought bullying made him cool(no that particular thought was not personal at all why would you even say that) Only to pause with a look of increduality that was shown even through the eye mask.
The Riddler turned his attention back to the young man with soulless eyes. His voice was low but clear, and so was the disbelief in his tone. "Is your middle name seriously Danger?" The young man, probably a college student, chuckled to himself. "Aren't my parents hilarious?"
He was staring blankly at the far wall. "I think they cursed me."
Mistranslated names
So lots of Danny Phantom fics have Danny getting summoned across dimensions, visiting the DC or Marvel or whatever universes.
One thing that seems a bit silly to me is that he's always either High King Phantom (and no one jokes about a ghost king called Phantom???) or he's Danny, and someone makes a joke about "wow that's a really normal name for a death god".
Also other powerful interdimensional entities get cool names like Trigon or Dormammu.
I imagine those are just... regular names where they're from, like Steve or John. So Danny should get a cool name too! At least from the POV of the heroes/mortals/living.
Danny could be translated as Danyih, Dunyir, D'Nii, etc.
Phantom could be Fantomo (I've seen this one a lot), Faitome, Fyentom (which also works with sounding more like Fenton).
IDK I just think Danny shouldn't be a normal name across every universe in the multiverse, and even if it is, of course the magicians and cults are going to assume it's something a bit more mystical. And so when Danny introduces himself, they don't realise his name is literally the ghost equivalent of "John Human".
Also think it would be funny if Danny befriended heroes and then Trigon or someone showed up, and they're freaking out trying to explain the situation to Danny, and he just says, "Dude, I know like 20 guys called Trigon, you're gonna have to be more specific."
We could always go deep etymology for his name, his name isn't translated right but it's meaning is, so Daniel Phantom would be translated to "God is my judge" and then phantom is a derivative of the Greek phantasma, meaning image, or something made visible. Imagine summoning something named "god is my judge made visible" or "judgment of God made visible"
I didn't know the entomology of Phantom omg.
With this in mind - Danny is a shortened version of Daniel, so what if whatever translation spell or whatever tried to shorten the "God is my judge" bit of his name?
It could be shortened to God or The Judge, making his full name The Image of God or The Image of Judges/Judgement.
Or, it could abstract a bit, and refer to God as The Heavens.
Ancient of Space Danny whose full name translates to The Image of The Heavens??? As the Heavens personified??? It fits so well???
"The Image of the Heaven's Judgement" would be a banger of a title and honestly I'd be so much more scared if someone was summoning that over a "Ghost King", but if we do the same thing to that and you add it to his name so instead of "Ghost King Danny Phantom"... hahaha
Okay, king is subjective right? So substitute it to something without gender and raise the rank to what it is as sole high ruler you'd have like Sovereign Liege. Ghost's etymology is kinda funky, you could pull it back to gast and have it mean breath or it could go the german route and have it as geist for for spirit, or further back to "to frighten". But since it's like the ghost zone...
It'd be something like "Sovereign Liege of The Realm of Souls, The Image of Heaven's Judgement."
when in ghost it's like "king john doe"
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DcxDp Convoluted Crack Prompt/Idea
At 19, Danny is an intern at the Watchtower. Hes no longer a hero himself, but helping the Watchtower helps him fulfill two aspects of himself; being a protector spirit, and his space obsession. Danny is the least nervous about interacting with the Justice League, so Danny is usually tasked with interacting with them if its needed, and has unintentionally wormed his way into a "little brother" role without realizing.
Okay, so technically there is one member of the Justice League he is nervous about interacting with; Martian Manhunter. To Danny, Martian Manhunter "smelled" like space, so he would light up and his core would sing whenever they talked. The same thing happened when Danny rarely interacted with Starfire, and- well almost any alien. The reason he didn't react to any of the supers that way was because they "smelled" more like Eather, enough so that Danny's core didn't registered them.
Unknowingly, though, from an outside point of veiw, it looked like Danny had a crush on the Martian. His face would flush pink, and he'd listen to everything J'onn would say with his full attention, while tripping over himself to do anything J'onn asked of him. To the rest of the Justice League, it would almost be cute- if the age difference wasn't so big, J'onn wasn't one of Danny's bosses, and if they didn't see Danny as their little brother. So now the Justice League is trying to think of how to go about talking Danny down from his crush, and about power imbalances without crossing any line, since, yaknow, they're also his bosses.
J'onn, meanwhile, thinks this whole thing is hilarious. He tries not to read his friends and coworkers minds, really, but when they go pale every time Danny approaches him, he needed to know why. While J'onn doesn't fully know what Danny is, or what a 'core' or 'obsession' was, he did know Danny was harmless. He also knew Danny had absolutely no interest in him like that, thankfully, Danny was just 'fed' by J'onn interacting with him, and he was happy to help since it was harmless. He would, however, watch his colleagues overthink and scramble for solutions that weren't needed. He wouldn't change how he interacted with Danny, he didn't want anyone thinking he was actually 'reciprocating Danny's crush' or something, but he would listen to them freak out. As a treat.
“We chose the term “asexual” to describe ourselves because both “celibate” and “anti-sexual” have connotations we wished to avoid: the first implies that one has sacrificed sexuality for some higher good, the second that sexuality is degrading or somehow inherently bad. “Asexual”, as we use it, does not mean “without sex” but “relating sexually to no one”. This does not, of course, exclude masturbation but implies that if one has sexual feelings they do not require another person for their expression. Asexuality is, simply, self-contained sexuality.”
— The Asexual Manifesto, Lisa Orlando and Barbara Getz, 1972
Note the date, people:
That’s 1972
29 years before AVEN was started online,
and 47 years before the present.
And that’s only the date that Manifesto was written, so asexuals as members of a community must have existed at least some time before that.
So, no: we are not just Tumblr trenders. Get out of here with that.
supporting my asexual friends and foes by rebbloging this
It’s 50 years this month since the first version of the Asexual Manifesto was written. Aces have been writing about our experiences under this name for at least half a century. We are not an internet fad.
I love memetic communication when it gets to the point of being incomprehensible because can you imagine showing someone this picture
And asking them what Greek god it represents
#my favourite part is the people in the notes being like 'the god of children's hospitals' to be contrary#because the ball is Red#bc like. do. do they know what one of Apollo's areas of Being The God Of This Thing are?#healing and diseases#also he's like#the god of Youths#so like.yeah.#Apollo IS the god of children's hospitals actually Via @mothmammoth