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I desperately need someone to make the most devastating Pitt edit with the following:

"Wide-Eyed" by Cold Weather Company - What if I lose all sight and ambition? What if my heart weakens my vision? What if all I need Is right in front of me? I could die in your arms I could die

"Inkpot Gods" by The Amazing Devil - And I can hear him break, and he doesn't understand, And I wish that I could take his hand but where I'm going is for me and me alone. And I can hear her sing, If I don't make it back from where I've gone just know I loved you all along

"The Night We Met" by Lord Huron - I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you, Take me back to the night we met. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

"Meet Me in the Woods" by Lord Huron - Oh the darkness got a hold on me, I have seen what the darkness does, Say goodbye to who I was, I ain't never been away so long, Don't look back, them days are gone, Follow me into the endless night, I can bring your fears to life, Show me yours and I'll show you mine, Meet me in the woods tonight

"Come Back Home" by Two Door Cinema Club - So now you're on your own, won't you come back home? To see your not that kind, and find the strength to find the strength, to find another way

"Waves" by The Dear Hunter - I knew the way things were, I knew the way they would be, I knew exactly how it'd end. And I can see the lighthouse. And I'm praying for a burial at sea, but I can see the lighthouse, yeah I'm praying that these waters don't take me, Cause I can see the lighthouse.

#hucklerobby #the pitt #i can see them in my mind and i'm crying

redstonedust

when boy bands sing a love song addressed to the listener does that imply all 5-10 of them are in love with you at once. that seems like a lot of pressure i don't know if i want to be the nucleus of the boyband polycule.

unheavenliercreatures

cephalopodvictorious

modern Snow White where instead of a magic mirror it's just an AI chatbot driving the stepmother insane because it's programmed to agree with her and confirm her fears

a-kind-of-merry-war

this would go SO HARD I need it pls

wileycap

I think the most hilarious place to put Post-Canon Sokka would have been the university at Ba Sing Se. I think he would have made a great unhinged professor. Also, in true Sokka fashion, he should have completely dodged fame. Momo is more famous than he is.

He wants to demonstrate to the class how this thing called electricity works, so he's going to be bringing in a Firebender, so everybody be cool, we're all friends here... and in walks Princess Azula of the Fire Nation. One-time conqueror of the city. One of the students is currently writing an essay on how her brief rule of the city affected fruit trade. She says she considers the class to still be her subjects as she doesn't acknowledge any pretenders to any of her thrones, but for now you're exempted from bowing and "Your Highness" will do. It's a really interesting lecture.

"Okay, guys - hey, listen up, everyone - I won't be here next week, me and Aang are going to-" yeah right, sure, Professor Sokka knows the Avatar. Except, of course, the Avatar walks in sheepishly and says that Appa might have gotten into Sokka's hybrid crops, and then you all have to sit there and watch your professor chase the Avatar around with a sword.

One postgrad student is specializing in Water Tribe Cultures. She's currently studying the massive cultural shift that happened in the Northern Water Tribe at the end of the war - oh, and Professor, I absolutely know that you're from the Southern Water Tribe, but it's just that the shift started with Master Katara, and of course I don't think that every person from the South knows one another haha it's just that I need to ask her some questions and I thought maybe you could help me write a letter or write a letter of introduction or...

Sokka looks at her blankly and goes "yeah, she's my sister. KATARA!" which is followed by a faint answering "fuck you!" from Somewhere and to the horror/elation of our postgrad, Master Katara bursts in and is promptly beaned in the head with a rock by Professor Sokka. Her brother. her hero and her professor are siblings and currently brawling on the floor.

thekijs

The 300 level poli-sci final exam at Ba Song Se University is infamous for the airship question. It's an essay question, worth a whole 10 points on a 60 point exam, asking for the primary influences that led to airship technology no longer being used for military purposes after its initial introduction by the Fire Nation during the day of the comet. No matter how the rest of the test changes it's always on the exam, and no one ever gets more than 9/10 on it. Doesn't matter how thorough your knowledge, how compelling and in-depth your essay, how many brilliantly sourced paragraphs you manage to frantically scratch out before the exam period ends. Nine out of ten, never more, with exactly one exception.

Professor Sokka.

Apparently he audited the course when he was originally a student at the university, a few years after the war, and submitted the only response to ever get a perfect score on the airship question during the first year it was included in the exam.

On a dare, you ask if he still has his exam so you can see his record holding essay, and to your surprise he does and he obliges. It's five words long, but only if you include the source as well.

Indicate the primary cause(s) that prevented the pursuit of military airship technology after the hundred year war, with sources. (10 points)

"AIRSHIP SLICE!!" (1)

(1) I was there.

thekijs

Okay this isn't staying hidden in the tags. A+ addition

the-haiku-bot

Okay this isn’t

staying hidden in the tags.

A+ addition

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

rosemaryhoney27

Danny's Revenge

Danny Fenton hated the Joker.

Not in the casual, “oh, he’s a villain” sort of way. No—Danny hated the Joker in the deep, bone-deep way that brewed in the gut and stuck like acid in his throat.

It wasn’t even personal. The Joker had never done anything to him directly—hadn’t even looked his way. Doesn't even know he exists. But that didn’t matter. Because the Joker had taken someone who mattered. Someone who’d been Danny’s hero before “Phantom” was ever even an idea.

The second Robin.

Danny remembered watching footage of him online—blurry news clips, grainy shots from bystanders, a laugh that wasn’t manic or cruel but full of challenge and life. That Robin had been the first Robin who felt real to Danny. The first one who looked like he had dirt under his nails and an attitude in his grin. A Robin who didn’t just follow orders, but fought for what was right even when it was messy.

And then one day, he was gone.

Beaten. Blown up. Gone.

Fourteen-year-old Danny had cried. Not because he knew Robin personally, but because it wasn’t fair. It was one of those moments where the world seemed too cruel, too small, and too cold.

When he got his ghost powers, he had looked. God, had he looked. He scoured the Ghost Zone for weeks—searching for a presence, a signature, anything that might’ve been the second Robin. But the Zone was silent.

No Robin. Nothing. Not even a whisper.

So Danny did the only thing he could do. He promised himself that someday, somehow, the Joker would pay.

Years later, when Wayne Enterprises offered him a job—an engineering internship, of all things—he accepted without hesitation. He didn’t even care about the pay or prestige. All he cared about was one word on the address line:

Gotham.

He arrived quiet and polite, blending in, playing the part of the young, promising inventor. No one questioned him when he occasionally “worked late” or took long walks through Crime Alley.

That’s when the real work began.

He didn’t want to kill the Joker. Death was too easy. He’d been a ghost long enough to know that some souls didn’t end. They lingered. And if the Joker lingered… no one deserved that.

No, Danny had a different plan.

The Joker had a long list of victims—men, women, children, officers, doctors, even his own henchmen. The Zone was full of their whispers. They were angry, confused, broken. They wanted him.

So Danny called them. He didn’t force them; he never could. He just… opened a door.

And they came.

Every time the Joker left Arkham, they followed. Flickers of faces in shadows, laughter twisted into wails. He would see them in mirrors, in windows, behind him in crowds. Their whispers grew louder every night.

“Why us?” “Why me?” “Do you remember my laugh, Joker? Do you remember my scream?”

He started sleeping less. Talking to himself more. Laughing at corners where no one stood.

Arkham called it “relapse.”

Danny called it justice.

But the real stroke of genius was what he did inside Arkham.

He made a call.

Spectra owed him. Big time.

She loved pain—fed off misery, despair, self-loathing. Danny offered her a feast.

“Don’t kill him,” Danny warned. “Just… eat. Slowly.”

She smiled, the kind of smile that made the air drop ten degrees. “Oh, sweet boy. You’ve given me a banquet.”

And soon enough, the Joker started tearing himself apart.

Not physically—not at first. But mentally. He would rant and rave, claw at his reflection, mutter about ghosts in the walls. Spectra didn’t even have to appear; she just fed. The deeper his self-hate went, the more she drank.

Within months, Arkham’s staff were saying he’d lost what little sanity he had left.

Danny would walk by the gates sometimes, just to feel it—the air thick with fear and regret. He’d smile faintly, whispering under his breath:

“For Robin.”

Gotham’s vigilante scene had changed since then.

Nightwing watched over Blüdhaven. The third Robin had become Red Robin. The fourth one—one with swords and a sharper tongue—seemed half-feral. And there were girls now, Batgirls and Spoilers and Huntresses.

The mantle lived on.

And maybe… somewhere out there, the second Robin had found peace. Danny hoped so.

Because the Joker never would.

Somewhere in the Narrows, a man in a red helmet cleaning his gun sneezed violently.

He frowned beneath the mask. “What the hell…”

For a split second, Jason Todd swore he felt like someone had just talked about him.

Then he shrugged. “Eh. Probably some kid out there who still gives a damn.”

He loaded another round, the faintest smirk curling under the helmet.

“Good.”

Someone said on one of my other posts to feed the Joker to Spectra. I don't really like Spectra, so I didn't use her much in this, but here is what I came up with

nerdpoe

I hope it's okay to send you prompts... sorry if not.

Based on Rainbolt (Geoguesser)

The Fenton siblings have to hide in Gotham when (insert bad reveal scenario here). Dani starts getting antsy when she can't follow her obsession for travel.

Dani starts playing Geoguesser on Jazz's suggestion. It works, especially when she gains a following on (insert twitch knock-off here). People start sending her photos so she can try to find where it was taken and she gets every one correct. She starts doing these over the weekend so she can still play the actual game.

Steph and Cass found the channel first. They thought it could be staged, but then Cass sent in a picture she took in China and it showed up on the next stream. BeenThereSeenThat (the name Dani gave her channel) looked at the picture and lit up.

"I've actually been there! Two years ago, there's this little shop that sneaks leftovers to street kids near this shot. Might be right behind the photographer actually!"

Then she opens the map and zooms in immediately on the little shop Cass had been eating at when she took the picture.

After this, Steph started talking about the streamer with the other bats. Soon they were all sending in pictures from more and more obscure areas. There were a few she claims to have actually been to, but most she had been to the general area and picked up on the traits.

Eventually she was getting submissions from all the younger heroes.

Dani does joint streams with her brother, Danny (Dying4Space), where he finds locations based on the view of the night sky. He geeks out so hard when one of the pictures was taken from space (Jon had taken it to send as an 'I see you' joke to Damian from the watchtower).

Idk where to take this, maybe Danny says the coordinates of the watchtower and Batman takes it as a threat, maybe Dani is doing a stream when Jazz gets taken by a rogue and she locates them from a cracked window in the background. All I know is I want Bruce to begrudgingly respect these kids while thinking they're a threat.

When Dani starts getting haters, Danny has her mod Tucker (1kn0wwh3r3y0ul1v3 (iknowwhereyoulive in 1337 speak)). He starts dming people with their ip address, coordinates, and legal name when they harass his bro's little sister. Tucker is having the time of his life.

Dani casually pulling out the lat and long of the watchtower like

vetchtibbles

my silly little jester costume for the play I’m in is so fire you all wish you were me

vetchtibbles

no one has ever jingle jangled like I’m jingle jangling now

vetchtibbles

post cancelled they de-belled my costume for sound design reasons

teaboot

Neutered

soap-is-an-artist

nerdpoe

Danny has found out that he tends to stay awake for weeks, if not months, at a time. However, when he does sleep, he needs to sleep for a way longer time than people sleep. Usually about one or three thousand years.

Clockwork and he figure it has to do with his body starting to absorb the Time Amulet that he shoved into his chest; his core, still growing, started to think that this foreign power source was supposed to be taken in, and has started to do so.

Danny's core is still ice, but it's also adapting the power of the Time Amulet to that; basically, Danny is mostly immune to time shenanigans naturally, and the other side effect is a huge influx of power to his core.

Problem; that is a lot of power, and Danny's body needs a lot of time to rest in ghost form to handle it without destabilizing.

So because he doesn't want to miss living his life with his family, he and Clockwork figure something out.

When he gets sleepy, and it's time for him to Sleep frfr instead of just an 8 hour catnap, Clockwork sends him to a different dimension that works on a different timeframe.

He gets a room especially made, hidden from the denizens of that world, full of never-rotting timeless comforts like pillows and blankets, and he gets to sleep.

They repurpose some of the Skeleton Army he won from Pariah Dark to serve him while he rests; they make sure he's clean, that the sheets and pillows are clean, and that snacks and drinks are available for his brief moments of wakefulness.

In this particular world, however, his sleeping chambers have been found, and he's being worshipped as the god of a cult.

They've carved a hole above his chambers, and for the most part haven't been too obtrusive, so the Skeleton Army lets them keep that hole. The cult has been sending food and treasure down, and since the Skeleton Army's primary purpose is to ensure Danny is well-fed whenever he wakes up and comfortable, they allow this.

Then the cult drops Bart Allen in the sleeping chambers, deliberately angling him so that he lands on Danny's pillow-bed, fully intending to use him to both wake up their sleeping god and be a sacrifice.

By the time Wally gets down there, ready to save Bart and defend him, the Skeleton Army is gently trying to pry the sleeping gods arms off of Bart, who has apparently become a living teddy bear for this thing.

"Uh..."

"I think they're trying to save me? This god likes to cuddle, I guess."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think he's just super tired. He might let go if you find a good enough replacement."

"Why can't you just phase out?"

"What if I wake him up and he starts searching for me? We gotta find something else he can cuddle with."

So Wally leaves on a quest, darting all over the world and bringing back huge stuffed animals in an attempt to find one that the god will accept as a substitute for Bart.

Bart, meanwhile, is living it up.

The Skeleton Army makes sure he's fed, there's like, a lot of video games that the cult threw down here, and while he is antsy cuz he can't move, at least this is actually the most comfortable bed he's ever been on.

But he is getting kinda bored, and none of the stuffed animals Wally is bringing in are working.

So he texts the Young Justice group chat.

nerdpoe

"Look," Kon said, frustrated even as he cooked omelets at the makeshift kitchen Young Justice had managed to drag into their new base. "Look, we have this under control. It's the easiest world saving mission we've ever gotten, and we even have help; these little skeleton dudes? With the name tags? Pretty useful."

As he spoke, he handed one of the skellies, with the nametag reading "Betty", a plate to give to Cassie.

Cassie was in the workout area, whaling on one of the training dummies. Bart and Cissie were playing video games, empty plates next to them already being picked up by skellies. Keli was in the reading corner, curled up on one of the many piles of pillows and close to taking a nap herself. Tim was currently on cuddle duty, and was actually sleeping, curled up against the subject of Kon's conversation, who the skellies had dressed up in the usual very expensive looking loose tunic and pants that were made from like, space or something. Kon didn't know, it was a weird god thing.

Red Tornado was quietly talking to Amethyst and Naomi, very used to everything that was going on with the god thing and not particularly caring about it anymore.

It had taken about two years, but Young Justice had carved out a place for themselves in the best lair they'd ever gotten. They'd run wires to the sleeping god's chambers, carefully set everything up, and taken full advantage of a constantly moving army of servants that required no rest at all.

But the peace of their sanctuary was being disturbed.

Batman and Superman stood on the other side of the crates serving as a kitchen counter, unimpressed.

"We have a schedule, we have backup plans, what more do you want?" Kon asked, whisking another omelet together.

"You've been letting your other members, ones with children, come here to 'help'. You are putting them at risk."

"Don and Oshi love nap times with Briar and playing with the skellies! It gives Anita a break and an excuse to hang out with us!" Kon argued, pointing at the elders with his whisk.

"You...named it Briar?" Batman asked, pained, as raw egg dripped off of his cowl.

"Yeah, after Sleeping Beauty. The Grimm Brothers version, though, cuz Aurora didn't fit."

Superman nodded, looking thoughtful.

"It does fit better, I agree."

"Right?"

"You...named a god." Batman said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "When gods get power from belief. And names are a part of belief."

"Well we needed to call him something, 'the sleeping god' is a mouthful and Rob said it was becoming a name anyways," Kon shrugged, pouring the egg mixture into the pan.

Batman opened his mouth to reply, only to go unnaturally still.

"Yeah. Yeah, he was already getting a name, so we just gave him a shorter one." Kon said, narrowing his eyes at Batman.

"Uh. Uh, Kon?" Superman said, voice unusually quiet.

"Look, I don't care if you think it's a bad idea, we did it, we've been doing it. We...oh hey dude, what's up?" Kon trailed off, noticing a hand resting on his shoulder.

A head of long white hair leaned against him, making an inarticulate sound.

"Ah, I gotcha," Kon nodded, putting down the spatula to reach over and pout a mug of coffee. Greedy pale hands made grabbing motions as he handed it over, then grabbed the spatula again and flipped the omelet to the other side.

"Superboy," Batman breathed, sounding like he was about to go off on another useless argument.

"I appreciate you checking in, really, I do, but we've got this," Kon interrupted, finishing up the omelet and giving it to the still hovering member of his team behind him.

Briar, for his part, hummed in appreciation and sat down on the floor right next to Kon.

"...Look man, there's tables right...over..."

Kon trailed off, finally looking down properly.

Huh.

The sleeping god was awake. And eating an omelet.

...

"There's tables right over there," Kon finished saying, pointing to the tables in question. Screw it; Briar was already awake, and he seemed friendly so far, just bleary and waking up.

"Yeh," Briar mumbled, shoving another piece of omelet into his mouth and pointedly not getting up.

"By the way, do you actually have a name you prefer or do you still wanna be called Briar?" Kon asked, faux-casual as he started making an omelet for himself.

The god paused, swallowing and taking a moment to take a sip of coffee.

Seemed to think.

"...Danny."

"Sure, sounds good. So what are you the god of?"

"Not a god. Shoosh."

"Well alright then, false alarm." Kon said, looking back at Batman and Superman. "He says he's not a god; so everything is fine then."

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systlin

Sometimes you see a post and just realize there’s some Wild Shit going on in a community you never knew existed

unicorncryptid

carebear-onion-lizard

Attached for original context

the-anime-void

Finally, I understand

supreme-leader-stoat

THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT. THIS WAS THE ORIGINAL POST.

worthikids

Witches On Tinder

bogleech

Just the vocal delivery on its own is funny every time

hungry-skeleton

I need as many people as possible to watch this video from the official Angry Birds tiktok or else I'll get a fucking hemorrhage

krafterwrites

fudemushi

catgirltail

I applaud his respect of lesbians.

andhumanslovedstories

I miss when everyone on my dash listened to Welcome to Night Vale so there’s be a good chance that on any ole day someone would reblog a quote that would grab me by the throat and forcibly ascend me to a higher plane where I understood myself and the universe better and with more kindness but also a little spook

andhumanslovedstories

“The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present” are you kidding me this quote has propelled me through at least three emotional crises

willkill4pudding

“The desert seems vast, even endless. And yet scientists tell us that somewhere, even now, there is snow.” That quote literally got me through grieving my brother like WTNV goes HARD

barebitchinbodkin

A List of Some of My Favorite Quotes From This Insane Podcast:

"You are beautiful when you do beautiful things."

"The present tense of regret is indecision."

"We understand so much, but the sky behind those lights-- mostly void, partially stars-- that sky reminds us we don't understand even more."

"Be proud of your place in the Cosmos. It is small and yet it is."

"Believe in yourself. You are an ancient, absent god, discussed only rarely by literary scholars. So if you don't believe, no one will."

"Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you."

“Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won’t. That’s what love is.”

"Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?"

"When we talk about teenagers, we adults often talk with an air of scorn, of expectation for disappointment. And this can make people who are presently teenagers feel very defensive. But what everyone should understand is that none of us are talking to the teenagers that exist now, but talking back to the teenager we ourselves once were – all stupid mistakes and lack of fear, and bodies that hadn’t yet begun to slump into a lasting nothing. Any teenager who exists now is incidental to the potent mix of nostalgia and shame with which we speak to our younger selves."

"We are not history yet. We are happening now. How miraculous is that?"

"Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error."

"We have nothing to fear except ourselves. We are unholy, awful people."

"A million dollars isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A basilisk."

"There's nothing under your bed. There's nothing in your closet. Nothing waits in every darkness. Nothing is the most terrifying thing of all."

"The night sky is ten miles wide, eight miles deep, and floats three miles up. Its favourite food is grape jelly. It wants to be a drummer."

"Look to the sky. You will not find answers there, but you will certainly see what everyone is screaming about."

"Ignorance might not actually be bliss, but it is certainly less work."

"And now, a special report. Crocodiles: Can they eat your children? *YES.*"

"Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting. Don’t worry."

"As long as I’m reminding myself things, I’m a good person, worthy of love – both from myself and others."

"Guns don't kill people! It's impossible to be killed by a gun. We are all invincible to bullets and it's a miracle!"

"Everything is exciting! Particularly existence. Existence is the most thrilling fact of all."

"There is a monster under your bed. A monster at your window. A monster any place you imagine one. You project your monsters on the world."

"You miss 100% of the bank robberies you don't commit."

"I like my coffee like I like my nights. Dark, endless, and impossible to sleep through. "

"A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale."

"And now, the weather."

I discovered this podcast at the beginning of high school, and let me tell you, it rewired my synapses.

Not only was it my first experience with positive LGBT representation, it was the show I clung to when everything else went to shit. Whatever was going on in my life, I knew I had this show in my corner, making me laugh, making me cry, making me feel okay about my place in the universe.

I owe the creators of this podcast more than I could express.

nightlight-dot-exe

"the lights over the Arby's" is such an intrinsically queer piece of writing that it hits me *hard* every time.

avocadosmitty

"We will never be the same again. But here's a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren't that person anymore, and everything changes once again." (from Episode 75)

roach-works

"The universe is vast. You are also vast. So is an ant. There are different sizes of infinity."

horreurscopes

should i eat first or shower first *has phone in couch time for another 3 hours due to choice procrastination, a behavioral phenomenon observed in pigeons and rats as well*

spookykobold

i' m something of a pigeons and rats myself

sexysilverstrider

the group chat when i ask whos available to hang out next week

medusasstory

Honestly this is one of the best formatted jokes of all time.

nerdpoe

The United States government, seemingly out of nowhere, has declared anything supernatural to be illegal. It's all due to something called the Anti-Ecto Acts, and it started in Illinois.

The Justice League has pulled all members that deal with the Supernatural into the Watchtower, getting them off of American Soil. Other countries are offering sanctuary to heroes that need to get out.

chipper-smol

A dragon who decides to hoard mint and various types of mint plants (and not knowing that mint has the mushroom’s blessing of inevitability were ever its planted) can go one of two ways.

1: The dragon is absolutely horrified as the mint engulfs and takes over its den. Its gold? Mint. Its gems and goblets? Mint. Its stores of wine? Mint. No matter what they do they can’t get rid of it.

2: The dragon is delightfully ecstatic as the mint engulfs and takes over its den. It’s a self growing hoard. No matter what any adventurers or knights do, they can’t get rid of it.

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