#two days later

[bioloyg]

I’m gonna be honest, y’all… we simply cannot be complaining they didn’t kiss when this all takes place within 48 hours of Carmen telling Sydney he was leaving her. It is frankly a miracle we even got the side to side rock in that hug and Carmen holding her face. The man is on thin ice

[breannasfluff]

tipsy/cheers Dick and Danny! (Bonus if the drink is ecto)

“If Batman asks, this is your fault.” Dick holds up his cup, which is glowing. 

Danny giggles, clutching the bottle of liquor to his chest. “Batman can’t catch me. I’m in-in–” he stops, sounding out the word silently. “Uncatchable.” 

Wheezing with laughter, Dick gestures with his cup, sloshing the liquor. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

The two are relaxing on one of Gotham’s roofs. Danny brought back the liquor from one of his frequent visits to the Ghost Zone for his Ghost King duties. At 19, he’s of legal drinking age in Gotham and taking advantage of the fact. 

Dick takes another drink. “It tingles when I swallow.”

“Ectoplasm. Tastes like citrus”

It’s more like anise to him, but Danny is half-ghost. They probably have different taste buds than regular people. Or maybe half his taste buds are dead so only citrus is left? He takes another sip. 

“Woah.” Danny leans forward to peer at him, nearly tipping off the roof. Not that he can’t float. “Your eyes are glowing.”

“What?” Dick fumbles for his phone, finally bringing up the reverse camera to squint at his own face. “They are. Like J’son.”

“It’ll probably fade.” Considering this comes from someone who glows when transformed all the time, it’s not as reassuring as it could be.

“D’ya think the Lazarus Pits are just…giant liquor vats?”

Danny holds up his bottle to consider the glowing contents. “I could be rich. Bottle and sell it. Free liquor, Dick.”

“Made Jason go nuts, though. Probably not a good business model.”

“It’s like…fight club juice. We can have a betting pool and sell shots.”

Dick blinks at his empty cup. “I know a crime lord that could host it. But Batman might shut it down.”

“No, no!” Danny flops against Dick’s side, waving the bottle. “The first rule about fight club is…there is no fight club. It’s a secret.”

Mouth open, Dick stares back. “THat’s genius. We should do it.” He considers the swirling state of the skyline. “Tomorrow. What proof is that ghost stuff anyway?”

“Uh…” Another frown at the bottle. “I’m half dead. I don’t think it matters.”

Dick is, unfortunately, 100% alive and 1000% going to have a hangover tomorrow. At least he’s got a business idea out of the impending headache.

[lexthe13th]

neil josten is a mafioso and indirectly involved with a gang. love that for him.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

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[thezephyrus7]

I never want to see another mother fucking bow-staff ever again

(It’s still a WIP and I’m actually dreading having to do the details)

Video reference and inspiration goes to MAG on Pinterest

[davestaresatthesun]

Last art if the day this one did actually just stay doodles and sketches. Many amny solluxes \o/

[collecting-stories]

My physically disabled sister (who has never walked and uses a motorised wheelchair and who also requires a 24/7 ventilator to breathe) was talking to my able bodied aunt about disability the other day.

She was explaining to my aunt that she dislikes when able-bodied people refer to disabled people as inspirational or heroic just for going about their daily lives. My aunt’s response?

My aunt…I kid you not…looked my sister dead in the eye and told her that she should put herself in able-bodied people’s shoes and understand where they are coming from when they say things like disabled people are inspirations. She literally said that. To my disabled sister….

[savingthrcw]

@aamusedly asked for a Lucy starter - warning: spoilers about the finale ahead.

It had taken Lucy a couple of days to feel like talking again: seeing her mother as a feral ghoul, learning that her father was behind that and Shady Sands, leaving Maximus behind, and everything else that Moldaver had told her was simply too much to digest. Everything about her life had been one lie after the other, or at least it felt that way. Still, there was a part of her that refused to believe there was only misery in this world: Norm had nothing to do with her father's choices and was waiting for her in the Vault, Maximus was still breathing, and there had to be hope for a better life now that cold fusion was active.

She was still quiet, besides a few words here and there to the Ghoul and to a few merchants they met on the road, but what truly snapped her out of her silent sadness was the dog, finally sitting close to her during a break to eat. It was a rather adorable animal when it wasn't consuming cockroaches, one she had only seen in old movies and journals, and she found herself rubbing his back, at first with caution but then more comfortably as the dog seemed all too happy to receive attention. See, hope.

"Did you hear what that merchant said this morning?" she piped up, but her voice sounded off to her own ears; a bit of forced enthusiasm there, in her attempt to stop feeling like she was still being kept underwater. "If all this energy reaches the laboratory, it may be able to clean irradiated water. Clean water should be in everyone's best interest and it's just on our way." People steered away from it because the place was 'infested by cockroaches and other things', the merchant had also said, but they had faced worse, and surely the Ghoul would also agree that drinking more dirty water would harm him as well as her. What she really wanted to ask him was how did he know her father exactly, and what had happened to his family, but Lucy knew she needed to talk a bit more about something else, anything, before she could take whatever awful answer he'd give her.