#and the only he will be doing....because...well...you know..

[dirtfrosting]

even cowboys need their beauty sleep <3

mildly suggestive version under the cut 😳

rough night ;)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The One Room Problem.

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[lunawolf237-is-gay]

Insanely appropriate to me that the very episode that said "please stop over-analyzing the lore thats not what this show is about" has some people leave with their only take away being "wow cant believe jax hit a child with a car"

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Outie Dylan, swallowing his pride and deciding to tell his innie that he’s actually pretty cool despite the wife smooching debacle: I’m proud of you and while I’ll respect your decision if you want to resign I think you should make it work there because I don’t want you to die

Dylan G: *immediately hits his boss with a vending machine*

[diaphanousdahlia]

The fact that these two are canonically on each other's heels for the rest of their lives and can't seem to get enough of each other

● Katsuki's all like: Did you *actually* need a ride, nerd? And Izuku's all like: Not really. I just wanted to be by your side all night

● They both proceeded to stay attached to each other's hip the entire reunion and would have stayed together longer had Katsuki not have had important obligations the next day

● Izuku's all like: Fine fine. So maybe we can't stay up *all night* (just this night) but... maybe stop by my class for a guest lecture soon? We could also schedule some joint patrols Kacchan!! Next hiking trip when???

[functionalasfuck]

DP X DC Prompt #17

[Masterpost] [Part 2]

Jason becomes a Denizen of the Infinite Realms when he dies. There he meets Danny and his beautiful sister Jazz who he pines after for years or centuries or however long (time in the realms is fucky).

Something awful happens and Danny is catastrophically destroyed. As he became the boundary of the realms and the rest of the multiverse when he died, his existence ensures the stability of all existence.

Ideally they would incubate his core, but he’s alive as well as dead so he’d also need to regrow a human body. Luckily Jazz has the… mechanisms to grow a human body, but if they only use her DNA he’d be a clone. Considering the severity of maintaining Danny’s existence, facing similar instability as Dani could be catastrophic. So they need another set of DNA.

Sam and Tucker are currently somewhere in their living dimension and it would take too long to track them down. So Jason offers to make a sacrifice.

Jason is dead, he has no DNA to offer. But they can put a trace on his soul, and then the ancients can turn him into a Revenant. Then he’ll be able to help save Danny.

Revenants are terrible creatures. Mindless beings driven by rage, vengeance, and violence. Gaining a large amount of ectoplasm could help regain sanity, but Revenants need to coat their hands in blood regularly to maintain their sanity, whether literally or metaphorically, but they will not regain memories of their afterlife without divine intervention.

But revenants are alive. Revenants have DNA.

Jason doesn’t hesitate.

Next thing he knows he is mindlessly crawling out of his grave and later regains his mind as he gasps for air out of the pit. But all he knows is vengeance. And while Jazz and Frostbite were to follow right after, time in the realms is fucky.

So Jason trains with the League. Leaves. Becomes a Crime Lord. Puts heads in bags. Puts his replacement in the hospital. Gets put down by Bruce. Learns his father will never prioritize his children over his fucked up morals. No matter how many people those morals end up killing. Is guilted (forced) to give up killing lest he lose the familial human connection he craves despite feeling like a pale, judgmental, conditional, dysfunctional, imitation of a family he can’t seem to remember. And can’t explain how his violence feels like the only thing tethering him to reality, not that anyone would let him explain.

And then a beautiful woman appears before him like an Angel, a yeti slams memories into his brain, and then he has a pregnant baby mamma he’s not dating (she’s so pretty he wants to kiss her so bad ugh the torture) that he needs to hide in the most dangerous city in the world.

Worst of all? His family can never know.

Danny is in a very precarious situation while he’s young and growing. And his family share the curse of Pandora, they’d would unleash horrors onto the world if only it would satiate their need to Know.

If word got out he has a kid, they’d have to do a DNA test, boundaries be damned. When they found anomalies, they’d have to investigate. When strangeness came up, they’d have to consult experts. When the JLA and JLD eventually get involved, they’d have to inspect his son. And with the JLA involved, it would only be a matter of time before all of Danny’s enemies know where he is with their need to put every “potential threat” on a list.

Or worse, Bruce will take one look at Jason’s Revenant symptoms and decide he is unfit to be a caregiver. Like the man hasn’t provided debilitating daddy issues and physical trauma to every single child he ever fostered. He raises child soldiers for gods sake.

Cue Jason spending years trying to hide a second family from the nosiest family in existence.

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

[faerieinthehumanworld]

What Evolution Made Us - Part Five

A/N: OH MY GOD THIS IS LONG. I am So Sorry. This is like 3500 words on its own. Like you might want to open a new tab for this or something. But I didn't want to leave them in the middle of a stressful situation. Also this is split POV, you gotta pay attention to the ***.

Anyway, you know how this goes, let's finally get Simon out of the ocean!

Part One, Two, Three, Four, Six, Seven, Interlude, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen

credit to @uzmacchiato for the pretty divider!

“Rocky would like it to be known that this is bad plan,” Grace’s copilot says from his xenonite enclosure beside him. 

Grace gives him a Look over the tops of his glasses. “Bud. Not helpful.” 

Rocky just shrugs. “For record.” 

Grace tugs at the harness straps of the pilot’s seat, feeling anxiety fluttering in his chest. “Unless you have a better idea, this is what we’re doing. Is the tow cable set?” 

Rocky chitters, and fiddles with his instruments. “Cable set. Magnet on the end. Very secure.” 

Grace exhales slowly, trying to convince himself that this isn’t going to get them killed. He swallows. “Okay, let’s go over the plan again. You still there, mysterious ocean man?” 

*** 

Simon stares up at the radio for a long moment, biting the inside of his lip. He has been curled up on the floor under the radio for what seems to be a few hours now, listening absently to the sounds of his rescuers above him in the sky. It’s… strange, hearing them actively making plans to come find him. He’s been a little afraid to open his mouth, because that stubborn sprout of hope has been twining up his throat and making it hard to speak without sobbing. 

He can’t trust it, though. Not again. Not until he either sees a human being or the ocean kills him. Whichever happens first. He has been watching the oxygen meter, waiting for the moment it ticks down again and begins to kill him slowly. 

Simon has come to a conclusion. It doesn’t matter, if this is a hallucination or not. If nothing else, it’s a nice hallucination, and he can have a few moments of a comforting delusion before he suffocates in the dark. Maybe he’ll even get to see where the stars all went when he dies. 

He swallows. “…Simon,” he says, hoarsely. His savior makes a sound of surprise. “What?” 

Simon straightens up a little, although his head is reeling. He feels shaky and in pain, the adrenaline that’s been keeping him going burning too-sharp in his veins. “My name is Simon.” If he’s going to die, he’d like someone to remember his name, even if it is a hallucination. 

There’s a moment of silence from Grace. “It’s nice to meet you, Simon,” he says softly. “Let’s get you out of there.” 

*** 

Grace checks all the piloting systems one more time, than takes a deep breath. “Okay, here’s the plan,” he says. “This moon doesn’t seem to have an atmosphere, so we’ll be able to get pretty close to the surface without burning up, but it can’t be closer than a mile or the gravity’s going to yank us down and we’ll crash and die. Which—“ He rubs his eyes. He’s tired. “Which would not be preferable.” 

He flicks a switch to turn the engine on. “We’re gonna orbit the planet once and come up on your position diagonally. The chain with the magnet will deploy with a little added energy, and then hopefully the electromagnet with lock onto the sub and pull it the rest of the way down to you.” 

Their new friend seems to be listening. “Got it.” Grace takes a deep breath. “Here’s the problem: I’m gonna slow the Hail Mary down as much as I can but it’s still going to be traveling really, really fast because if we don’t we’ll fall out of orbit. So, this is going to be a very bumpy ride. If you can, I’d secure yourself down with whatever padding you can find. After we pick you up, I’m going to manually pilot and basically pull a Mad Max to get us out of orbit. After we’re clear, then we can deal with the rest of the logistics.” 

Simon is silent for a moment. “…okay. There’s not… a lot here, but I’ll try.” Grace leans forward, closer to the radio, although realistically he knows it makes no difference. “We’re going to get you out,” he says. “Promise.” 

*** 

Simon looks around the sub, feeling dizzy when he pushes himself up to go look in the back. Like he told Grace there’s really not a lot here. He grabs the life jacket from the pile of stuff in the corner, and then after a second grabs the remains of his harness and hood. There’s the bag for the supplies, too, and he stuffs as much of the bandages and used tape as he can into that for a little cushion. There’s plenty of tape to go around. 

There’s not a lot of other stuff he can use. He thinks about trying to rip the chair apart, but it’s bolted to the floor, and the cushions are almost flat anyway. There is the bag for the file folders, too, and he grabs that. It’s not a lot. Not nearly enough to protect him from the force Grace is describing. His hands are shaky as he starts trying to figure something out. He remembers at the last minute to rip the knife sheathe down from the radio, to turn it off and tuck the battered material into his belt pouch. 

Most important things are his skull and spine, he thinks, ripping the empty bag into long fabric strips. His best bet is a sort of weird cushioned seat, with straps around his chest to anchor him to the piping running along the walls. He moves quickly, not sure if they’ve already started their orbit, but he gets himself situated, trying not to think about the thin cushion between his bones and the unyielding metal of the sub. He draws his legs up to his chest and curls into a ball, for lack of anything better to do. 

“R-ready,” he says, as loud as he can make his voice go. His savior answers immediately. “Great, wonderful, okay. Here goes.” Simon glances up once before curling up tighter, trying to convince himself that he’s not going to die here. As an afterthought he rips a length of fabric off the bottom of his shirt and stuff it in his mouth. He’s having trouble breathing already, and this is just making it worse, but it’s better than biting off his tongue. 

*** 

Grace pushes his glasses up his nose and glances at Rocky. “Ready?” Rocky chirrups and waves an arm. “Ready. Time go fishing, question?” Grace grins. “Time to go fishing.” 

He opens the throttle and the engine roars to life. For a few minutes, there is dead silence as they orbit the moon. Grace is concentrating on getting the ship lined up just right, and Rocky is concentrating on timing the deployment correctly. 

They’re about three quarters of the way through the orbit now, and Grace glances out the window briefly before refocusing on the piloting array in front of him. The Hail Mary beeps. “Life form detected.” 

There is a new blip on the screen. It pings again, and now it is closer to the Iron Lung. Grace frowns, leaning forward slightly. That’s when the whispering starts. 

*** 

Simon hears it first. It’s back. Fuck. He grits his teeth. Outside the sub the voice is growing louder. It barely sounds human anymore, not that it really did in the first place. 

You don’t understand. The Light hasn’t called to you, not like us. Wake up. Wake up wake up WAKE UP— 

He grips his knees tighter. There’s no sound from the radio. He’s not sure where the hell Grace went or if he’s still there at all, or if this has just been the stupid ocean toying with him again, but Simon sucks in a breath through his nose and growls against the makeshift gag because he is not going to surrender to that damn thing. No way. 

The light burns, it BURNS and burns and we can see it ALL. Did you drag her down with you too? Will you drag HIM down to us? WHAT DID YOU DO, SIMON? WHAT DID YOU DO? WHAT DID YOU—

*** 

Grace thinks he might be hyperventilating. Rocky is practically vibrating beside him, gripping onto the handles of his habitat with all but two of his arms, and a low, constant trilling that probably translates to “oh hell no,” is emanating from him. Grace doesn’t know what this is, he has no idea. The sound’s not coming through the radio, it’s not even really sound. He thinks it might be echoing in his head, and that’s almost worse. 

You really think you can save him? You really think you can save anyone? You are doomed, Ryland Grace, you are just as doomed as all the rest. Your planet will die, and all the stars will die along with it, and there is NOTHING YOU CAN DO—

Simon is down there. Another human. He is down there alone with something that sounds like it could eat him or so much worse. Grace’s chest feels tight but he squeezes a breath out and the words with it. “Simon, we’re coming! T-minus sixty seconds!” He glances sideways at Rocky. “Hold it together, bud.” 

The voice is screaming, wailing in his ear, repeating words over and over, and they are hurtling at thousands of miles an hour across the surface of a moon covered in an ocean of blood and Grace never thought he’d end up here. 

Coward. You are a coward, Ryland Grace. Selfish! You run away and run away and you care for NOTHING BUT YOURSELF. Turn back now and you will be spared. You cannot take him. You cannot SAVE him. He BELONGS TO US, to be delivered or DESTROYED! COWARD! COWARD! COWARDCOWARDCOWARDCOWARDCOWARD—

Grace is gripping the joystick so tight his knuckles turn white but he nods jerkily at Rocky, and the Eridian punches the deployment button. The blip is closing in on the Iron Lung, moving fast, and he thinks he might be shaking but he’s not in touch with his body enough to tell. “Contact thirty seconds,” he breathes, and spins the Hail Mary into reverse, praying that they’re going to make it. 

*** 

Simon hears the time Grace spits out over the radio and clutches the pipes tightly, clinging to them for support. There are the sounds of something massive moving around outside the sub, the voices climbing to a fever pitch. 

Why only you?! Why you, Simon? WHY YOU?! Always thinking of the life you’ll never get back! Trying to crawl back to a mother who wouldn’t even recognize the killer she spawned! Or maybe she’d be proud! Is death the only thing she taught you?! 

Simon can hear Grace over the radio, something unintelligible that he can’t quite make out, and suddenly it hits him, stone cold in the face. They don’t have enough time. The monster is too close. It’s too close, it’s going to eat the sub before the ship can reach it, and then it will drag Grace down too. 

He fumbles his way out of the harness he’s made and pushes himself to his feet. The adrenaline is surging again, the terrified, frantic, crazy energy that’s propelling him forward letting him get to the console. He has to buy time. 

Is death the ONLY THING YOU WERE TAUGHT?! Half-measured! Half-committed! NEVER ENOUGH! There is NOTHING ELSE for us now! 

Simon spits the gag out and growls, yanking the sub into reverse so hard the metal creaks. “Nothing else? What do you know? You’re just a piece of shit that doesn’t know it’s dead. What do you know?” 

We know MORE THAN ENOUGH, BUTCHER! THE LIGHT MUST BE FORGOTTEN! THIS MADNESS ENDS WITH YOU! 

He jams the controls from reverse directly into full speed ahead. His hands are perfectly steady. “You think I’m just going to give you what you want? Fuck that and fuck you!” It is howling his name now, screaming and wailing like a wounded animal and the proximity sensors are all beeping like crazy. “You wanna eat me?!” he screams. “COME AND TRY!” 

The Iron Lung rams dead-on into the monster, and he can hear its high pitched screams of pain even as he’s jolted so hard against the console that he hears something crack. There’s no time, he reverses and rams it again, cursing under his breath. There are two voices screaming his name now, one so inhuman that it devolves into noise, but the other is a human voice. He can hear Grace yelling his name, can hear him shouting but can’t make out the words. 

The hull creaks with the force of his attack and the sub rattles wildly as the monster thrashes, and Simon closes his eyes. He closes his eyes and prays. 

There is a jolt, a vibration so strong it shakes the entire world, and Simon is hurled to the floor. He feels something crunch and pain flares in his nose but he’s too dazed to really notice. He is being compressed into the grating, the air forced out of his lungs and leaving him unable to breathe, and he can still hear the eel outside, swishing, swirling, but the Iron Lung is holding together, it is holding although the metal screams and groans in nearly the same cadence as the inhuman sounds of pain from outside. 

Simon registers that his savior is yelling something over the radio. He’s shouting to reel him in. The feeling of being squished increases even as the noise does. The magnet, Simon thinks faintly. It made contact. 

He rolls onto his side with herculean effort, curling an arm around his head with the faraway thought that if he gets any more concussions he’s done for, and curls up into a ball. It’s all he can do to keep breathing and not black out, even as the pressure gets worse and worse. He feels a little like his eyes will pop in his head, like his bones will collapse in on themselves and crumble to dust. 

The Iron Lung is shaking now, shaking and Simon swears he can see the seams bending when he pries open his eyes just a bit, but it holds. For now. It keeps holding for now. He shifts, and that turns out to be a mistake, because a sudden jolt sends him flying. The sub swings wildly, and he’s thrown into a wall. Something in his wrist pops, his forehead slams against metal, and everything goes hazy and indistinct. The last thing he registers is that there is strange music, loud and trilling, coming from the radio. 

*** 

Grace can feel tears on his cheeks but he can’t remember crying. The joystick feels like it isn’t responding to him, even though he’s sure it is because they are tearing away from the ocean faster than he thinks he’s gone in his life. Rocky is chittering beside him, almost incoherent with fear, and that is Grace’s signal to start worrying (more). “Grace! Move! Now! Go! Bad! Bad bad bad bad bad bad! Big! Huge! Very big! Need to go!” Rocky trills, and Grace doesn’t want to think about how bad it must be if Rocky is this upset. He has to focus. They are so close, but he cannot hear Simon anymore and that scares him. 

He slaps the disengage button on the pilot’s harness as soon as the gravity dissipates and turns to Rocky. “Reel the chain in, bud, I have to go get my suit!” Rocky is practically shaking, all of his limbs tapping against the glass even as he starts moving controls. “NO! NO! Grace no go out there! Not safe! Have to get away!” 

Grace hesitates for a single second, before reaching for the piloting controls. He throws the engine back on and turns it on full-throttle, then crawls his way over to the window to crane his neck and peer out at what Rocky is seeing. It’s only the lack of air in his lungs that prevents him from screaming. 

The Iron Lung is clamped tight in the embrace of the electromagnet, and it is dripping, positively gushing red, but it is what has reared out of the ocean after it that has Grace wishing he had never followed his less selfish impulses and just stayed at Tau Ceti. 

It is misshapen, lopsided, with fleshy appendages hanging off it uselessly as it propels itself upward, and strange whiskers twitch around too-small eyes, black and beady and empty and staring right into Grace’s soul. The creature is enormous, bigger than the sub, bigger than the entire Hail Mary, and it lunges at them through the air. A mouth opens, wide and cavernous and splitting like flower petals made of flesh and bone and blood and teeth. It has so many teeth. 

He wants to scream, but all he manages is a terrified squeak as the many teeth snap closed like a thunderclap just shy of the submarine and the creature disappears back down into the ocean. Grace shudders, and for a moment he just leans against the xenonite structure, his knees shaking. Rocky slumps against him on the other side. It’s… they did it. They got away. They got Simon out. 

Grace’s eyes go wide as he remembers Simon. He scrambles out of the piloting hub and pulls himself toward the airlock, a litany of “shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot” going under his breath as he reaches for his space suit. He pulls it on in a hurry, cursing the close-fit design (even though obviously he needs it) and glances back at Rocky, who has followed him in his ball. “Rock, you alright? You’re gonna need to be manning those controls so we can reel ‘er in.” 

Rocky trills softly. “Yes. Fine. Will be ready, Grace let Rocky know.” Grace frowns slightly, thinking that he’s probably more shook up than he’s letting on, but lets it go for now. He jams the helmet on and presses the button to depressurize the airlock, his fingers sure on the tether by now as he hooks it to his suit. “Simon! Simon, are you there?” he half-yells, and thank god the suits have built-in radios. 

*** 

Simon is floating. He is weightless, just hovering in the air off the floor. He opens his eyes sluggishly and then flails, startled, which sends him in a little half-spin. Oh. Oh, he’s in space. It worked. His joints are aching and his chest is tight and the pain feels omnidirectional but he can still hear Grace over the radio. He swallows. “Here.” 

He glances at the radio, and paddles his way over to it. Only one of his arms works without pain and he grabs onto it tightly. Grace is talking. “Okay, we’re gonna reel you in and seal the sub to the airlock, okay? Where’s your hatch?” 

It takes Simon a moment to process. He feels sluggish. “… no hatch. ‘M welded in. Watch the— the camera. At the front. Lotta radiation.” He can’t breathe. His chest is tight and he cannot breathe. He gulps. Grace is rambling again, and he tries to follow along. Something about cutting into the sub. Suddenly that music is back, saying something unintelligible, and Grace pauses. “You breathe oxygen, right?” he asks, and Simon realizes why he’s having trouble. He nods, and then realizes that Grace won’t be able to see that. “…yeah. Ox— Oxygen’s low. Havin’ trouble… breathing.” 

There is stunned silence, and then a flurry of sound. “O-okay. Okay. Okay okay okay. Just hang on, okay? We’re coming. I’ll be right there.” Simon grunts in the affirmative and curls up as best he can, focusing on taking shallow, slow breaths. It’s stale in here, and the metallic smell he’s gotten used to is coming back. For a very small eternity nothing happens except noise on the radio that he can’t turn into words anymore, then there is banging on the hull. It’s across from him, three rhythmic taps. Simon pushes off the wall and that propels him over to it. He raps back, and the radio crackles. “Just gotta pressurize, we’re so close. We just have to cut this open. Stay back, okay, I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Simon pushes back against the wall again. “Got it.” He closes his eyes and grits his teeth as the metallic sounds of some sort of tool grate against the hull of the Iron Lung. The plating is thick, the metal old and stubborn, and it takes time before he sees sparks. It’s hot in here. He sucks in another shallow breath, and his chest is not expanding. He’s a little worried that his vision is getting dark around the edges. 

There is a loud clang, then another, and the wall moves. A section of it is pushed inward, and Simon pulls himself along the pipe to the left sluggishly so he’s not hit by it. He blinks against the sudden light, and squints as a rush of fresh, cool air hits him. He gasps automatically, chest heaving with the exertion, as a gloved hand braces itself on the edge of the hole. Then he appears. Simon’s deus ex machina. He’s clad all in red, and the suit obscures his shape, but Simon can see through the glass of the helmet that he smiles. “Hello, Simon,” Grace says, and holds out his hand for him to take. 

Simon doesn’t hesitate. He grabs Grace’s hand tightly. 

[thelazydetectivecat]

Damien and Danny twins au (Danny being Ellie's parent)

I don't think anyone understands the weight of Danny being a parent especially a young one at that and we're going off the basis that the Fentons are bad parents and him being raised in the League of assassins. Going up Danny was taught to kill and to be on feeling very often the only praise coming to him was from completing a mission and even the slightest mistake meant death and his failures would never be forgotten.

I don't believe Damien and Danny would have a good relationship at all especially if Danny is the younger sibling. Danny wanted a normal brother he wanted someone like the children he saw on missions but he never got that instead he got a cruel brother with no mercy. And his mother uncaring. Even when he escaped and got adopted by the Fentons he's still got bullied neglected and love bombed being raised in a household with a weaponry ready to attack him every chance he got and him not being accepted by anyone except his sister and two friends for everyone else love was conditional.

And even though he pulled through became a light a beacon he still very broken. It's just not noticeable because his coping mechanism is masking and delusional.

So when Ellie comes into the picture try to kill him only to find out that a person was controlling her manipulating her like how he was raised he tried to save her and even when she betrayed him she came to his side and listened unlike a very certain someone.

He let her travel because that's what he did to find himself after a similar situation he thought it was good but after many lectures from Jazz he realizes he could have done the job himself to give her a proper childhood. The reason he left was because he was in abusive environment and that environment didn't change

And after she gets de-aged to her actual age Danny needs to give her the best childhood possible he wants to give her the childhood that he never had to give her unconditional love from a parent she knows she can trust and depend on that she never has to worry about hurting her.

Danny is giving her the childhood he wanted as a child but never got so if he can get it himself he will give it to his child because they don't deserve what he went through

this is about Danny confronting his messed up past healing slowly by giving everything he should have had to his daughter wanting to protect her from anyone and loving her unconditionally and understanding what a parent should be like through his own experience as a one. He will learn how family is supposed to work with jazz acting like a grandmother (because let's be honest if it's a bad parents au she was basically the mother to Danny) and with Sam and Tucker being the aunts and uncles he finally understands what the meaning of family is and is determined to keep his child as far away as possible from his biological and adoptive family.

It would be even more difficult for him if it was Dan who got de-aged too with no memories because he wants his children to get along and we'll jump loops in order to make sure of that he can make mistakes along the way but he's learning through other parents as well.

Danny is ready to sacrifice everything for them. He won't listen to someone just because they are in a higher position than him or can torture him he would rather him being the one tortured than his children.

Danny is in every sense of the word being the abused child to becoming the better parent for his children making sure they don't suffer the same pain he suffered his entire life.

Because that's the meaning of Parenthood. It means nurturing taking care of and loving your children will not wanting them to go through what you went through trying to give them a better future for themselves teaching them boundaries and ready to defend them at any cost.