#{another one?}

[punanenmarli]

[roses-and-revolutions]

Everyone from babies to young adults suddenly disappears from Amity Park, and the ghost portal self-destructs as well. The GIW and the Fentons obviously come to the conclusion that it’s ghosts but realize that this issue is way bigger than they can handle, so they call in the big guns, The Justice League.

Of course, they don’t tell the Justice League everything when they come. No matter how much they thought themselves to be heroes, they were simply glorified police in spandex. And with how they operate, they are all too small-minded and won’t be able to see the bigger picture. They also knew fully well that a lot of their methods weren’t even remotely close to being morally or ethically right, and if the JL found out, they would be screwed. So they simply told them enough to get them on their side. 

Besides, how could they not help with how many people were missing? This was going to be easy.

_______

The Justice League didn’t trust the GIW. Something about them was just off. But so many missing people were on the line, so many kids! 

Ghost?

Should they call in the JLD?

_______

Jason knew something was off with Crime Ally.

Nothing was wrong per se. In fact, everything was going great. Crime was at its lowest in like… forever. The general atmosphere was more calm, if not a bit chilly. He himself was calmer. And there were fewer kids on the streets. Which would have been a good thing if this wasn’t fuckin’ CRIME ALLY!

Jason’s been stressing himself out, trying to find out what was going on. He’s been searching up and down, talking to people left and right. No one was reporting anything amiss. Some even told him that they still saw the kids walking around, though not as often as before. And they also looked like they were being well taken care of.

He even saw and talked to some of the kids himself and it was the truth. 

But when he asked where they went, they only laughed and ran away from him. Shouting that he would know soon before they disappeared around the corner. At this point, he was sufficiently freaked out and was so close to getting Batman to contact the JLD, but something told him otherwise.

A few days later Jason was in bed. He had ended patrol early that night and intended to get a full eight hours if he could.

But as fate would have it, he would not. Because just before he could hit the hay he heard it. Well, felt it would be more accurate but how could you feel a siren’s song? Pulling you? Drawing you in. Telling you that it would give you your deepest desire.

He didn’t even bother to suit back up into Red Hood. He just followed it. Followed and followed, Until he got to a dead-end alleyway. But there was no ‘end’. All there was, was darkness. 

He began to get skeptical and took a few steps back. But the feeling was still there. Pulling, telling that all of his answers were in that darkness. Everything he wanted, needed, awaited beyond it. 

He did the stupid thing and went into the darkness.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the feeling of walking through thick goop. But the feeling didn’t last long, and he eventually stepped out.

Again, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. 

Kids running around without a care in the world, unrestricted. Teenagers just hanging out and being kids too. Whatever adults he saw all looked pretty young, but they were all happy. 

He looked around and noticed that it looked like a weird mix between a suburb and a night market, but it worked quite well. The stalls were all unmanned, and it seemed whoever could just take whatever they wanted. Dim but pretty lights connected all the stalls to as far as his eyes could see. And the sky.

In Gotham, there’s so much smog and bad weather you’d be lucky to even see a piece of blue during the day so no wonder people often forget about the night. But this, the night sky wherever he was, was beautiful, beyond what words and even thoughts could convey.

“Hello, Mr. Red Hood.”

Jason jumped. Was he so out of it that he didn’t even notice someone coming up behind-

Forget what he just said about the sky. The woman right here that was now standing before him? She- She-

“Are you single?”

There was silence. Then she giggled. Guess Jason didn’t need his helmet huh? His face was enough.

He also wanted to die again but hey, at least she laughed!

[jojotichakorn]

"average person has 3 mothers" factoid actualy just statistical error. average person has 1 mother. Mothers Rati, who travels the world & keeps getting adopted 10,000 times a year, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

[shiftythrifting]

[chelireads]

Turn that frown upside down :D

Everyone in Kingslanding:

He’s laughing at me….I just can’t prove it

[hopefully I finish this but I always end up dropping Viserys paintings ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

[knifewithamic]

*audible dismay*

im okay , im okay , im *coUgH* *hAcK* *wHeEzE* fine

[scribbles97]

WIP Wednesday

Because the muse is playing nice this week

Gordon was tired, more tired than he’d ever felt before. His days consisted of early morning drills that had put his Olympic training to shame, followed by long afternoon lectures and classes on things he hadn’t ever considered as anything to do with aquanautics. 

Somehow, he still loved it. 

Somehow, he still found the energy for an evening swim, something to wind down and switch off after the intensity of each and every day. The officers presiding over the early entry scheme had permitted all of the recruits use of the facilities in their own time as long as they logged the exercise to be monitored by the base’s medical teams. There hadn’t been a single raised eyebrow when he’d tapped in a kilometer swim each night for his first week, only a knowing smile from Spool - his Supervising Officer. 

He had studied and trained, made friends with his bunk mates, and done his best to stay out of trouble. It hadn’t felt like work, not when everything just seemed to want to click into place. On weekends he got to enjoy the dying heat of the Californian summer, making the most of the base’s proximity to Coronado beach and the opportunity to try his hand at surfing. 

“Of course,” Mom had laughed when he’d called home the night after his first lesson, “you’re a fish, you have a supernatural talent for any water based sport.” 

He hadn’t told her how easily diving had come to him.