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since this is being posted i believe a month after the last part im gonna say that yes they've been at this for 4 weeks and grace categorically refused to engage with a weird dream riddle and delegated that in favor studying of his new front yard decoration until frustration finally broke him
we love an avoidant behaviour king
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 3.5, part 4, part 5
+ bonus what i imagine the eridians looked like witnessing the Plot™
random yapping by yours truly below the cut
I hate when king arthur has all these fussy little steps in the instructions and you're like "no way do these fussy little steps matter" but you try it and they do. they matter so much.
I thought you meant Camelot quests and I was like "that's fair, 'never pick a four leaf clover on the last Wednesday of the month' IS a fussy little step that shouldn't matter" but then I was like "wait isn't that also a flour company"
nooo I am not a beleaguered knight of the round table I am making elaborate focaccia 😭
"I hate when King Arthur has all these fussy little steps" -- Camelot cleaning staff, probably
seed packet production has come to a halt here at the office.
union president has decided to begin a protest.
DP X Marvel #25
Danny Fenton hadn’t meant to punch Captain America in the face. In fact, he’d spent the better part of the week trying not to punch anyone, despite the rapidly growing laundry list of reasons to lose his cool—like not sleeping for seventy-two hours because Technus decided to merge his data with every Bluetooth speaker in the tri-state area, or the GIW tracking his every move again, or that weird, suspicious portal energy he kept picking up from somewhere labeled Stark Tower. Danny was running on fumes, ghostly adrenaline, and one too many Red Bulls when it happened. Really, the stars aligned perfectly for an international incident.
He’d only been in New York for six hours, trying to find the source of the energy spike without alerting every superhero on the block—because the last thing he needed was to get into it with the Avengers. Again. The last time had involved Hulk trying to punch a ghost and failing miserably, Thor throwing Mjölnir into the Ghost Zone, and Iron Man demanding to know if ectoplasm was FDA approved. It was a whole thing.
Danny was crouched on the rooftop of some high-rise, scanning with a modified Fenton Specter-Tracker, eyes bloodshot and twitching slightly. He hadn’t slept since Monday. It was Thursday.
Danny is Bruce Wayne's bio son, who was given up early to protect him from villains.
When Danny found out (shortly after becoming a halfa), he felt so abandoned, he decided not to contact the Waynes.
Fast forward years later, the JL and JLD are losing to a powerful ghost/demon/bad guy. Constantine gets the idea to summon the Ghost King.
Wish You Were There
There was something wrong in this picture.
Yes, the pesky demon had been subdued rather quickly after the Ghost King had agreed to help out with their newest upstart, but now the powerful entity was locked in a standoff with their good ol’ spook and neither Batman or the King had seen it fit to look away from each other.
John was not stupid. He knew that the air hadn’t been freezing minutes ago. The Ghost King must have one hell of a grudge to let his power leak this blatantly.
Oh, sod it. He was too curious for his own good.
“So…” the magician drawled, after he finished taking in a drag of his cigarette. “Do you lads know each other?”
“No,” the Ghost King denied.
“Yes,” Batman affirmed.
The ectoplasmic entity hissed instantly. The Ghost King drew back in affront, glaring holes into the white slits of the batsuit. The being’s entire form seemed to glitch out of existence for a second, before reasserting itself while shrouding himself in bursts of static.
“You have some nerve, acknowledging me now after giving me up immediately after my birth!”
John's cigarette fell to the ground.
“Bats… You must be pulling my leg,” he muttered.
The cold-hearted son of a bitch didn’t even deign to look at him. His whole attention was not straying from his so-called son. The fucking Ghost King of the Infinite Realms.
Oh, bollocks. This was going to come back to bite them in their collective arses, right?
“I couldn’t raise you while I was being attacked daily by assassins and supervillains. My own home was a target and I couldn’t possibly risk having you inside the manor while I was busy with something else in the city,” Batman said.
“Oh, sure!” the Ghost King said. “Is that what you tell yourself when you bother to think about it? That it was a matter of keeping me safe? What about all your Robins? What’s stopping you from having other children around when you didn’t want me to besmirch your ancestral home?”
Batman twitched, as if to restrain himself from making any movement.
“Things had changed by then,” he said stiffly.
The Ghost King laughed bitterly.
“But not enough to retrieve me? I can’t believe you.”
Batman stood still; a statue. His mouth moved and then shut itself in a line.
The Ghost King shook his head, his own face twisting.
“Well, this was a heart-warming family reunion. Good to know you’re still fighting the good fight, Dad-”
“How is it, that you are dead?” Batman asked, finally thawing enough to move and actually do something. The idiot made to grasp at the younger man and John sucked in a breath in surprise when he saw that he succeeded in having a hold on his arm. “The Fenton’s were a good family. Nothing came up when I did background checks on them. You should have been safe. Protected. And away from anything remotely supernatural.”
The Ghost King looked at Bats. At the way his hand had connected with his own. The physical contact seemed to throw him off for a second, but he recovered quickly. He shook Batman’s arm off and drifted away with flashing eyes.
“I sure hope that your definition of normal is not skewed, old man. Because, news flash! The Fenton’s were anything, but normal.”
“What happened?” Batman pressed.
A beat. Then, the Ghost King smirked.
“How about… You do some research on that, since you failed so badly the first time? I’m done with whatever this is.”
The bloody cunt vanished into thin air, leaving them both breathing into the chilled air.
It was mildly disappointing.
Huffing, John kicked the butt of his cigarette that laid on the ground, just waiting for Bats to fall into his predictable pattern and threaten him.
“Not a word of this interaction to anyone, Constantine,” Batman said. The sad sod had not moved from the spot where his son had left him at, except to throw him a glare over his shoulder.
“You mean, not a word about how you abandoned your son, and he died and claimed the throne to the entire realm of the Undead while you thought you were protecting him?” John asked, sarcasm loosening his tongue. “Sure! Not a word about it to anyone. I’m not going to think about this, ever.”
Batman grunted, already dismissing him, and stormed away to do whatever a Bat does to brood.
John sighed and looked at the sky.
“Well, at least he was not mine.”
I really like these tags. Maybe a possible outline for continuation.
Of course, if I continue this, it'll be after I've done the other ask prompts. Maybe I'll keep this for future reference.
Danny is Bruce Wayne's bio son, who was given up early to protect him from villains.
When Danny found out (shortly after becoming a halfa), he felt so abandoned, he decided not to contact the Waynes.
Fast forward years later, the JL and JLD are losing to a powerful ghost/demon/bad guy. Constantine gets the idea to summon the Ghost King.
Wish You Were There
There was something wrong in this picture.
Yes, the pesky demon had been subdued rather quickly after the Ghost King had agreed to help out with their newest upstart, but now the powerful entity was locked in a standoff with their good ol’ spook. It had been minutes of tension and neither Batman or the King had seen it fit to look away from each other.
John was not stupid. He knew that the air hadn’t been freezing minutes ago. The Ghost King must have one hell of a grudge to let his power leak this blatantly.
Oh, fuck it. He was too curious for his own good.
“So…” the magician drawled, after he finished taking in a drag of his cigarette. “Do you lads know each other?”
“No,” the Ghost King denied.
“Yes,” Batman affirmed.
The ectoplasmic entity hissed instantly. The Ghost King drew back in affront, glaring holes into the white slits of the batsuit. The being’s entire form seemed to glitch out of existence for a second, before reasserting itself while shrouding himself in bursts of static.
“You have some nerve, acknowledging me now after giving me up immediately after my birth!”
John's cigarette fell to the ground.
“Bats… You must be pulling my leg,” he muttered.
The cold-hearted son of a bitch didn’t even deign to look at him. His whole attention was not straying from his so-called son. The fucking Ghost King of the Infinite Realms.
Oh, bollocks. This was going to come back to bite them in their collective arses, right?
“I couldn’t raise you while I was being attacked daily by assassins and supervillains. My own home was a target and I couldn’t possibly risk having you inside the manor while I was busy with something else in the city,” Batman said.
“Oh, sure!” the Ghost King said. “Is that what you tell yourself when you bother to think about it? That it was a matter of keeping me safe? What about all your Robins? What’s stopping you from having other children around when you didn’t want me to besmirch your ancestral home?”
Batman twitched, as if to restrain himself from making any movement.
“Things had changed by then,” he said stiffly.
The Ghost King laughed bitterly.
“But not enough to retrieve me? I can’t believe you.”
Batman stood still; a statue. His mouth moved and then shut itself in a line.
The Ghost King shook his head, his own face twisting.
“Well, this was a heart-warming family reunion. Good to know you’re still fighting the good fight, Dad-”
“How is it, that you are dead?” Batman asked, finally thawing enough to move and actually do something. The idiot made to grasp at the younger man and John sucked in a breath in surprise when he saw that he succeeded in having a hold on his arm. “The Fenton’s were a good family. Nothing came up when I did background checks on them. You should have been safe. Protected. And away from anything remotely supernatural.”
The Ghost King looked at Bats. At the way his hand had connected with his own. The physical contact seemed throw him off for a second, but he recovered quickly. He shook Batman’s arm off and drifted away with flashing eyes.
“I sure hope that your definition of normal is not skewed, old man. Because, news flash! The Fenton’s were anything but normal.”
“What happened?” Batman pressed.
A beat. Then, the Ghost King smirked.
“How about… You do some research on that, since you failed so badly the first time? I’m done with whatever this is.”
The bloody cunt vanished into thin air, leaving them both breathing into the chilled air.
It was mildly disappointing.
Huffing, John kicked the butt of his cigarette that laid on the ground, just waiting for Bats to fall into his predictable pattern and threaten him.
“Not a word of this interaction to anyone, Constantine,” Batman said. The sad sod had not moved from the spot where his son had left him at, except to throw him a glare over his shoulder.
“You mean, not a word about how you abandoned your son, and he died and claimed the throne to the entire realm of the Undead while you thought you were protecting him?” John asked, sarcasm loosening his tongue. “Sure! Not a word about it to anyone. I’m not going to think about this, ever.”
Batman grunted, already dismissing him, and stormed away to do whatever a Bat does to brood.
John sighed and looked at the sky.
“Well, at least he was not mine.”
Ok, I reblogged this without adding anything at first, but I can't resist.
"I can't believe him!"
The shout was followed by the crackling blast of an Ecto blast. Jazz hurried down the stairs to Danny's side. It was rare for Danny to get this angry, ever since he had destroyed the GIW he had been on a much more even temperment. She entered into the basement as another ecto blast tore a hole through the dummy.
"How did getting summoned by the Justice League go?" She asked.
Danny turned, panting, his body twisted and misformed by his fury.
"He was there."
He turned and fired another ecto blast at the dummies down range, tearing another into pieces. There were only so many "he"s out there that could have Danny this upset, so either their parents had showed up or...
"Your bio dad?"
"Yes! My bio dad was there." Danny turned and began shreding more and more of the dummies to pieces. Jazz belatedly realized that each of the dummies had little black pointed ears on them. "He was there and he just kept making excuses about why he couldn't care for me, and couldn't raise me himself. Like I need any more of his excuses!"
Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
Hey. Hey. Tumblr. Ides of March ppl. We can do this
This is a scheduled post for two days before the anniversary of the moon landing. Please get your moon themed items and foods sorted now in anticipation.
so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.
the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.
i had like, fifteen raw eggs.
i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.
except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.
so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.
This is the 85 year old creator of Roger Rabbit:
cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it
"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain."
-Ursula K. LeGuin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
"Evil is boring. Right? I kinda believe in the banality and mundaneness of evil. Evil is just selfish impulses, which at the end of the day are really easy to understand. It’s easy to understand why people do bad things. It’s like “yeah, ok, you’re selfish and scared and cruel, I get it”. Being good is complex and beautiful and hard." - Brennan Lee Mulligan
“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”
- Simone Weil
"Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope."
- Vincent van Gogh
When I tell that I LOVE solarpunk
Oh, I remember this, the edit was done by youtuber Waffle to the left.
They didn't just cut out the parts with the oat milk, they skillfully edited over all the god-damn branding and replaced the audio.
But what I still find most hilarious about this whole commercial is the fact that everything they show in this solar punk world seems to be made with sustainable, zero waste and reusable materials.
Everything EXCEPT THE FUCKING CHOBANI BRANDED STUFF! The only plastic you see in this whole commercial is all the straight to the landfill packaging made by the very corporation that tries to sell how sustainable and "green" they are. Unintentional self satire at its finest.
They couldn't even show their yogurt and milk in (basically infinitely reusable) glass containers because they pretty much only sell their shit in plastic
It is such a perfect example of the true face of "green" capitalism, it's hilarious.
The punk in this solarpunk comes from cutting the corporation out of the picture
ALSO
Another really interesting thing about this edit is that they changed the label on the side of the apple-picking machine.
From "donations" to "commons". It's a subtle change, but it makes a huge difference in the world-building of the video. The former implies that this big orchard belongs to an owner and that they're donating the fruits to "the less fortunate" (and, by extension, that poverty is still a thing); the latter implies that the orchard belongs to everyone and that the fruits are free to take in the spirit of solidarity.
Waffle To The Left brought out the potential in this gorgeous video and made it an actual solarpunk utopia — without brands and without corporate pandering, complete with true common ownership over land and resources.
last night i had a dream that i met mother earth and if u were wondering what she looks like it’s dwayne the rock johnson in a flowy white sun dress with rly good winged eyeliner
reblogging myself bc it was like the most serene dream ever and when i’m stressed i think about it and i think everyone should too
you mean like this
🪻 solarpunk 🪻
"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.
"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"
"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."
"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."
"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.
"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."
"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."
"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.
"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.
"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."
"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."
"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."
@bees-with-swords decided to do another pass at illustrating this two years later, your writing is so lovely
official fish post
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Yeah, it's that kinda day
