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It was about blood types

My One True Password.

So, John Constantine right?

Let's say— demons are part of the infinite realm too and so, they can make complaints just like ghosts or dead adjacent

And Danny as the high king was SWARMED with complaints from them about a guy named John Constantine(he has one big room full of complaints about that guy and he's MAD AF)

And in the fit of anger and annoyance, Danny decided to just buy all right for this man's soul

EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. THEM

but the thing is— Danny is his nephew

His ACTUAL nephew, a son of his half brother, Jack Fenton.

And then one day, John decided to visit his half brother in Amity park (he had a little mission there)

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" Connie! It's nice to see you!" Jack pulled him into a bear hug

"I can't fuckin breath you idiot!" John tried to get out of the hug

Ugh, maybe he shouldn't have visited his half brother Why did he think it was a good idea to do so....

Maddie, Jack's wife, called down her two kids

The first one to get down was a girl with the same hair colour as Maddie's and she was tall

The girl greeted him, her name is jasmine 'jazz' Fenton and the son, who still hasn't gotten down yet is Daniel 'danny' Fenton

Jazz is only here because she was on a break from her college

And then he felt it

The absolute dread approaching them at a slow pace

He heard a footstep coming from upstair

The three of them in front of him looked unaware of the absolute dread approaching them

John readied a spell and there it was

The one who had caused him to shake in fear

The absolute horrifying and terrifying and dreadful eldritch being

And it was...

....A child

Or rather

Something taking the form of his half brother's child

That thing stopped in his track when he saw him and looked directly at him and it felt like it was looking right at his soul

Or maybe it was looking at it

Its face changed into one of that of a disgust and contempt

What the hell is going on here?!

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Meanwhile Danny recognizes the one his father called his uncle connie

It was fucking John Constantine

John fucking Constantine

That fucking dude who sold his soul to multiple demon and did all sort of shit that caused him to have more paperwork

It was neverending!!!

And holy shit- he actually has all the right for his uncle's soul

Thas crazyyyy

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And oh! Maddie and Jack Fenton are good parents in this one

Traffy’s Friend? Meeting the Mysterious Basket Guy!

After several months of struggling and having to replace the LED screen on my printer (do not recommend). I have finally got the gang all together!! A little late for Tim’s birthday but he is turning in a mission report so he may not mind lmaoo

Here is the 3D model render if you are interested.

OH! And the version of Bart with goggle lenses! The UV resin really helped clear the lenses, so I think it came out really good (even better in person!) I’ll probably keep them on in my display

A photo of Dr. Nancy Grace Roman holding a model of the Hubble Space Telescope.

You have to be a pretty big deal for NASA to name a space telescope after you, and that is certainly the case for Dr. Nancy Grace Roman — our Roman Space Telescope’s namesake. She’s sometimes called the “mother of Hubble,” but she’s really the mother of all space-based observatories and NASA science in general. As NASA’s first chief astronomer, Dr. Roman's vision and leadership supercharged space science and helped make NASA the world-class scientific institution it is today.

More evidence Mars once had water emerges from old Spirit rover data

More than 20 years after NASA's Spirit rover landed on Mars, a researcher from Edith Cowan University (ECU) has uncovered new evidence that suggests water may once have covered large parts of the red planet.

ECU Deputy Vice-Chancellor Research Professor Paulo de Souza, who worked on NASA's Mars Exploration Rover mission, has discovered mineral clues that had remained hidden in rover data for decades.

By re-examining observations collected by the Spirit rover over more than 2,000 days on Mars, Professor de Souza identified traces of hematite and altered magnetite in Martian soil.

These minerals are important because they can form when rocks interact with water.

The findings are published in the journal Interactions.

The findings provide fresh insight into the red planet's ancient environment and strengthen evidence that water once played a major role in shaping the planet's surface.

Professor de Souza analyzed data collected from 32 undisturbed soil sites across Gusev Crater between 2004 and 2010.

By combining hundreds of individual measurements, he created the most detailed iron-mineral profile ever produced for typical Martian soil.

"One of the most important discoveries was finding crystalline hematite in ordinary Martian soil," Professor de Souza said.

"This mineral's widespread presence suggests not only that water was present, but that significant areas of Mars may have once been covered by water."

Scientists had previously believed hematite was mostly absent from these soils.

However, the new analysis suggests the mineral was there all along, but in amounts too small for individual rover measurements to detect.

"The original rover observations were limited by time, power and the gradual aging of the instrument used to collect the data," Professor de Souza said.

"Many measurements were not detailed enough on their own to identify minerals present in very small quantities. By bringing the data together and analyzing it in a new way, we were able to reveal information that had been hidden for years."

The new research also supports the idea that much of Mars is covered by a similar layer of dust and soil.

Scientists believe this layer formed over millions of years through wind erosion, extreme temperature changes and the movement of dust across the planet.

Professor de Souza said the discovery highlights the value of revisiting data from past space missions.

"This work shows that important discoveries are not always made by collecting new data," he said.

Phantom has part of the Justice League Collective for a while now, and its very, very, very obvious that the 25* year old Ghost had a crush on Batman.

Everyone in the Watchtower knew, it was obvious in the way he watched Batman in awe, or how his cheeks would glow green when Batman hummed at him with approval.

Flash directly asked him one day, expecting a shy admittance or hasty, embarassed denial, but Phantom was very straightforward when he said yes, he did find Batman very romantically appealing.

So yes, everyone knew, even Batman himself though he's never spoken a word on how he feels about the situation.

And yet, Phantom never shoot his shot. He never tried extra hard for pair ups with Batman, never flirted with him, or asked him out, never went out of his way to show off. Sure he was ghost, but courting rituals and flirting couldn't have been that different from normal human ones.

One day, after watching Phantom once again go green in the cheeks when Batman thanked him for turning in a report on time(high praise from Batman), Green Lanturn finally broke. He asked Phantom why, if he did like Batman, he didn't actively pursue him.

The look Phantom gave Green Lanturn made everyone feel like idiots, before Phantom slowly, as if explaining to a group to 3 year olds, that it was "Inappropriate to date ones boss or coworker of higher authority. It created a power imbalance, even if it was a minor one, and could lead to workplace hostility and tension should the relationship sour. Their jobs as heros was important, but they were all beings with irrational feelings and emotions, and they couldn't chance letting those feelings hinder their responsibilities." Yes Phantom liked Batman, and if they weren't coworkers he would more seriously pursue him, but Phantom takes his job very seriously, as does Batman, and nobody wants the compromised.

he has the ability to decide what is a "crime" to him, he is the one who decides whether people are guilty of those crimes, and he is the one who executes their punishment. the severity of the punishment doesn't matter - he is unaccountable to anyone else, and indeed is allowed to commit as many crimes as needed to reach his arbitrary ideal of "justice."

the ideal of batman is this: a man who is so fundamentally changed by an act of senseless violence that he takes it upon himself to fight back against the rot and corruption in the world. he does this not through political activism, not through ridding himself of his wealth in favor of a greater good, not through community outreach, but through an individualistic fantasy of being a hero.

and you'll say: charlie, but he does do that !!! he donates his money all the time, he funds social programs, hospitals, orphanages, gets people jobs -

and i will say this: so why don't things get better?

because here's the base of it. gotham, at its core, can't get better. no matter what bruce wayne does, there will always be more crime, more villains, more death, more people for batman to beat up in back alleys. because that's what sells.

reoffending rates don't matter in gotham, prison reform doesn't matter in gotham, what actually causes crime doesn't matter in gotham because that doesn't sell books.

and so here it is; dc has unintentionally created a world where batman can't win, but can't be wrong, and where thousands of nameless, faceless, only-created-to-die civilians must be pushed into the meat grinder that is gotham, to fuel bruce wayne's angst and vindicate his constant, tireless, noble fight against the forces of evil.

and then: a new robin, who is poor and who's parents are dead or gone because of this cycle; who is happy go-lucky and hated by editors and fans for being robin, for not being dick grayson, for being poor.

and this robin is written, unintentionally or not, to be angry at the ways in which batman's (the narrative's) idea of justice is detached from its victims. bruce seems perfectly fine to allow countless unnamed women to be at risk from garzonas in his home country, yet robin is the one who is portrayed as irrational and violent.

this robin is not detached from gotham in the way bruce wayne is: this robin is a product of gotham.

(and here's the thing. you can't punch aids. you can't fight a disease with colorful fights and nifty gadgets. and how would robin dying from aids add to batman's story; it would call into question the systemic changes that haven't been made in gotham. how does a child get aids, in batman's city?)

so robin dies, and then bruce (the narrative) spends the next couple of decades blaming it on him. it is jason's fault; he was reckless, he just ran in, he thought it was all a game. if only bruce had seen what was coming, if only he could have known that jason wasn't rich enough or smart enough or liked enough to be robin.

batman gets a little more violent, a little more self destructive. he hurts people more and almost (!!) kills a couple guys. this is bad because it's self destructive and "not who he is." it is not bad because batman should not be able to just beat people up when he's angry.

and then he gets a shiny new robin - who is all the things jason "wasn't": rich and smart and rational and he doesn't put who batman is into question. batman and robin are partners, and jason is a grave and a cautionary tale, and (crucially here) never right.

the joker kills thousands and it doesn't matter because they were written to be killed.

batman beats up thousands and it doesn't matter because they were written to be criminals.

and then jason comes back, and nothing has changed. there is a batman and a (shiny! rich!) robin and the joker kills thousands. (because it sells)

and jason is angry - he has been left unavenged - his death has meant nothing, just as willis' had, just as catherine's had, just as gloria's had, just as -

thousands. ten of thousands. hundreds of thousands. written to be killed.

but one of them gets to come back.

and he is angry - not only at the joker, but at bruce (the narrative) - because why is the joker still alive (when thousands-)

here is the thing - jason todd is right. not because the death penalty is good, not because criminals deserve to die, not because of everything he says -

but because of what he calls into question. why is the joker alive?

because he sells books.

and dc has written a masterful character, through no fault of their own, because jason knows what is wrong, and he knows who is at fault - batman. (the narrative)

so the argument that bruce can't kill because he's not judge jury and executioner; the argument that jason is a cop or that jason is insane or that jason is in the wrong here; they hold no weight.

batman can't kill the joker because the joker sells comic books.

and jason can't kill the joker because the joker sells comic books.

so he will beg and plead and grovel - he will betray everything that is himself, he will forsake his family and his city and kill himself - just so that bruce (the narrative) will let the joker die.

he was condemned to death by an audience, and after he came back he has spent his whole life looking us in the eyes and screaming, asking, pleading; why is the joker still alive?

why are thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands (the number doesn't matter, see, because they're just a number. not people. not real.) why are we expendable for his story? why did i have to die just for nothing to change?

and the answer is money. and the answer is the batman can never be wrong. and the answer is shitty writing. and the answer is -

nothing jason can ever change.

Okay so now my mind is spinning with this fanfic opportunity. The idea of Jason knowing he is in a comic book- what if he knows because for a while he escaped it. What if after Jason died he was reborn or transported into our world on the exact date his comic death was published. And he lived here. For decades.

All the real world time that passed between his published death and resurrection, Jason experienced. He came to terms with the fact that his life before was a story and his death was decided by the votes of an audience. What could he do! Jason moved on. He grew up, he built a life. One that actually meant something.

And then his life was ripped away again as the comic writers resurrected him for their own monetary gain. All those years and years he lived, discarded like it was nothing. All the ways he’s changed and grown, just to end up back here. Forced into a younger body, into an assassin cult, tossed about by the whims of the plot. Nothing but a tool to the narrative. No fukin wonder he’s furious.

What’s it even matter anymore? The people he kills are not people, they are ink on a page. Fellow cogs in this machine. And yet he cannot help but hope and fight and rail against the story, beat his fists and scream in the vain attempt to scrounge up some kind of a change. Even as he knows it is futile.

Just.

Augh. The desolation. The alienation. No one else could possibly understand. They have no idea. They have no clue that Jason even knows something they don’t. That their world is just a comic book. He came back changed, but they never bother to ask why.

Would he be able to find camaraderie with Constantine who also ages in line with the passage of our real world time? Who has directly interacted with the comic writers? Or would the plot fight to keep them apart? Honestly the fact that this would be a fanfic instead of a comic kinda messes with my brain regarding having the meta be part of the plot/world.

The way OP describes the comic narrative itself as a character- as an adversary is so evocative. I think it would keep Jason and John from finding solace in their similar situations because that’s not what the genre calls for. But as a fanfic it would be so interesting. So maybe the fanfic narrative is a character too, one that is on Jason’s side in combatting canon. Because that’s what it is, isn’t it?

This image captures the Tarantula Nebula in all of its cosmic glory. Astronomers study nebulae like this one to learn about how elements form and disperse throughout the galaxy, seeding space with planetary building blocks.

Clouds of dust and gas called nebulae speckle our galaxy. Some are ferocious cosmic factories that churn out baby stars by the hundreds of thousands, while others are grave markers of stars long dead. Astronomers study them to learn about how stars and planets form, and how ingredients are recycled in space.

But all that dust is difficult to see through, and nebulae are often so large that today’s most powerful space telescopes can only realistically study tiny patches of them. That’s where our soon-to-launch Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope comes in.