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Hace unas horas comentaste en un video preguntando que qué era ese lugar y pq abrían la puerta a la fuerza. Básicamente es una "iglesia" que hace q las personas paguen MUCHO dinero para poder limpiar su alma de fantasmas de extraterrestres. su denominación se conoce por construir sus iglesias en una ciudad estratégicamente escogida y poco a poco comprando todos los edificios a su alrededor y terminan controlando su gobierno local. Se llaman church of scientology
Hay un trend ahora que son los gen z tratando de "infiltrarse" en las iglesias y grabando su interior. Así los d scientology pierden el misterio de lo q sucede adentro de sus edificios y se les hace más difícil esconder prácticas potencialmente ilegales que puedan estar sucediendo adentro.
Esto es importante pq hay casos de gente q entra a esa iglesia porq piensan q es un refugio genuíno y luego se les hace muy difícil salir. Y separan a los hijos de sus padres para q se les haga más difícil a los padres irse de la iglesia. Hay un documental en netflix sobre eso y videos en youtube sobre gente q logra grabar cultos adentro. Yo vi uno q el "pastor" les estaba enseñado a hacer el saludo nazi 🤣(obv sin decir lo q era)
Hope this helps :) te mando ask pq no podía responder en el post
Diablos, gracias por contestar, es una locura que permitan ese tipo de lugares, literalmente es secuestro, paso algo parecido por mi estado, no duro mucho (fueron clínicas de blanqueamiento y depilación) las personas los sacaron a la luz y evidenciaron en las redes, esas personas no pudieron enseñar su rostro por las calles en mucho tiempo.
Ok ok ok, so i saw someone else had a similar idea and i realized we somehow had the same / similar ideas while never interacting!
And i realized maybe i should also post my ideas for it so it doesn't look like i ripped someone off, when it was actually two separate big brain moments.
So the big idea is that the mecha can eat quintessons, i was running with the idea that some of the newer mechs got outfitted (read: kidnapped) and none of the pilots were told since the one who did it was shockwave.
Until during a battle hot rod gets low on fuel and his mecha tells him theres fuel nearby, which confuses the fuck outta him until the phantom feeling of opening his mouth crawls over his skin.
Using an exterior camera he checks and yep, thats a mouth, thats a mouth full of sharp bladed teeth.
Of course it was because shockwave learned a new tidbit out of his continual examinations of the mecha.
One, the metal they were scavenging from the kaiju ships to build the mecha was alive.
Two, it is loyal to humanity because humans want to keep the mecha alive, the intent is to protect. No mecha is left behind, humans packbonded with the metal and it packbonded back.
Three, kaiju soldiers contain a multitude of power sources, including glowing power cores in their chests and highly volatile blood.
Four, the kaiju metal has no problems using the kaiju soldiers as fuel (food)
Five, if shockwave attempts to kill or injured a pilot directly the kaiju metal will resist and try to keep the pilot alive through any means necessary.
Six, the metal can talk to other metal without direct contact and every mecha in the program wants shockwave dead.
Thats the rundown. Theres a tid bit where its the main reason jazz stays alive, since the mecha adapt the mouth addition to create edible (if not the most tasty) food for him to survive on. Its still missing some nutrients but Bebop is resourceful, she can fill in the gaps with extra organic material.
This is absolutely confused the cybertronians.
In my main au jazz and prowl get stuck together on a quintesson ship and slowly navigate the language and species barrier.
Theres the usual jazz thinking that prowl is a mecha, but it lasts a much shorter amount of time since prowl off handedly mentions how organic the quints are. And after some back and forth charades Jazz realizes what prowl means.
Prowl is non the wiser and think jazz was just having trouble with the word organic due to its odd phonetics.
Jazz decides then and there to never ever mention that he is organic due to the tone prowl used.
Jazz then tilts his head 4 degrees and realizes he is at 15% fuel.
He loiters around for a bit more charades when prowl decides to go resume hacking into the quint computer to hopefully control the ship / send a distress signal.
Jazz takes this precious time to gorge himself on as much kaiju as can fit into his incredibly fucked up metal jaws.
Prowl successfully takes control and sends a distress beacon but no control over the ship, deciding to go back to where jazz was still guarding the main hallway to the control centre prowl gets the lovely view of jazz sat down on his fucked up collapsible too many joints who did this to you legs absolutely chowing down on the internals of a quint.
Jazz freezes, and very slowly chews and swallows his most recent bite. Before in a moment of absolute genius, points to the torn into carcass of a quint and asks "want some?"
Making it mecha pilot au because my brain can't calm down about this.
(btw I was listening to rule #34 by fish in a birdcage on repeat while writing this so if you want you can experience some of the brain worms with me)
Prowl knows that Jazz is not cybertronian, however without the understanding of the rest of the species there are no conclusions his Tacnet can settle on. Percentages only work when at least 50% of the variables are known.
Prowl does not know enough about jazz.
Prowl knows a lot about jazz.
Jazz was modified to fight the quints (93% +/- 5% Jazz said it himself)
Jazz loves music (98%)
Jazz enjoys Prowls company (74%, seeks Prowl out commonly to simply "hang out" on 86% of all breaks)
Jazz is not loyal to the Autobots (95%, did not know about the war and has stated he is using the bots to find his planet)
Jazz is loyal to Prowl (1% or 80%, Jazz has stated loyalty to Prowl on battlefield and follows orders with no question, Jazz tried to access Prowls spark during a moment of weakness)
Jazz did not know what a spark is until after he attempted to get into Prowls (1% or 92%, upon being told what he had attempted preceded to spend next 12 cycles writing a formal apology with a gift, when presenting the gift. kneeled)
... Jazz has been fatally injured and lived. (87%)
Jazz had made a request, a formal one via written comm that had clear signs of being rewritten multiple times.
:could I stay in your office during your work shift?:
Prowl intended to say no.
:yes, however if you are a disturbance I will have to remove you:
:deal:
Without a time stamp Prowl awaited the knock at the door to his office. 7.4 breams later a tap barely audible over the whir of fans, unusual Jazz's knocks were usually loud enough to be heard over multiple voices and routinely left prowl questioning how he did not leave dents. A tactic to not disturb prowl as much? (76%)
Sending a command to open the door Prowl paused when the corner of his optic caught sight of Jazz. With no EM field to speak of most considered Jazz hard to read, however prowl knew it was easy. The bot had a tendency to bounce and droop depending on mood, and the length of his audials made it easy to tell.
Jazz was drooped, he moved slower than any record (including when right out of recharge), and the extendable claws on his servos were half out (injury? 35%, no recent battles and Jazz had been coerced into the med bay after the last one, but Prowl has seen him use his claws to stabilize things when moving stock as was his job within the Ark)
Jazz's steps seemed. Heavier? (13%, unlikely since he had no subspaces nor anything similar, but he did have some method of internal storage) Jazz reached the small couch Bluestreak had insisted on giving prowl months ago. Jazz seemingly lacked the control his movements usually portrayed, and seemingly collapsed onto the couch. After 6.3 ticks a large amount of air cycled through his vents before slowing down drastically from his usual fan speed.
Prowl wasn’t sure how to handle the silence, Jazz usually filled the air with sound and motion at every (78%, of all) chances. Prowl turned back to his work, the repetitive nature of analysing old battle reports and cataloguing battle tactics taking over not enough of his processor.
Jazz moved, the motion slow and near silent. Prowls doorwings twitched in the silence, Jazz stops moving and Prowl can feel the depth of his stare. Jazz sits up slowly, servos in between his legs claws fully extended, hunched over the glow of his visor lights up the datapads left on the lower table.
Prowl does not know what to do, something was happening with Jazz, but Prowl was in no way knowledgeable to handle it.
Silence reigned; Prowl turned his processor back to the datapads. They seemed unfulfilling compared to the puzzle that sat to his right, but still he deciphered the contents. Lost in the rhythm of data conversion Prowl nearly missed the click, loud within the silence but quiet within the storm of data.
Distracted, Prowl turned his head, calculations on how to tell Jazz kindly to leave died before they could finish.
Jazz was still hunched over, his claws still extended had moved to brace against the table in front of him. Likely to counterbalance the giant wings on his back.
They loomed over his back, until the overhead light lit up the back so bright the black looked white. His gleaming paint was swathed in darkness, the harsh blue of his visor only lighting up the bottom of his face and claws.
Prowl turned in his seat, doorwings flared out to match.
Jazz was not still, micro tremors ran from his wings and spread out the rest of his body. Where his back normally had a large section of extra armour previously thought to be extra armour for his spark, was now transformed out. The exterior armour was pressed flat to his sides while what was clearly the rest of it sat as wings.
From what was visible in the low light lacked the dark grey paint that previously covered his plating, swirls of wind and water arced across the plating. On top of the colours were what looked like transformation seams in his plating connecting four pointed stars in what appeared to be carefully placed formations. (percentage unavailable)
Jazz looked up and his helm snapped to look Prowl dead in the optic, the brightness of his visor (90% optic) burned into Prowls optics as Jazz shook.
Prowl does not know what to do… but he can try (99% +/-1%).
Prowl moves from his chair, slow with clear intentions. Jazz shakes harder, venting in chunks (89% chance of injury)
Prowl stops outside of contact range, Jazz’s longer limbs could reach but Prowl’s would fall short.
Jazz stills, no change in his visors light output.
Jazz’s hand unclenches from the table, the claws have not damaged it.
Prowl reaches out, Jazz entwins their servos even as the shakes return.
Jazz moves like lighting. Prowl has no time to react, Jazz is standing and before his optics can process it 2 arms wrap around his and a helm is resting on his shoulder. Frozen as his processor catches up, Prowl gently wraps his arms around Jazz.
A line of his processor runs in the background, calculating the speed and motion. Something settles in his spark as Jazz shakes into him, Prowl could not see Jazz move, Jazz could have sent any one of his many weapons (98% that Jazz has more weapons than he has shown) straight into Prowls spark before his weapon systems could even online.
Jazz did not stab Prowl, Jazz is shaking apart in Prowls arms.
Prowl tightens his hold on Jazz, it is still difficult due to the shaping of Jazz’s plating (97% a modification, Prowl stops the calculation of if it was done with anesthesia or not before it can resolve)
Jazz does not move, his legs in all their multi jointed glory are finally still. Jazz’s servos do not touch Prowls doorwings, clenched on his back beneath them he can scan them with startling clarity. The claw tips are made of an obsidian steel alloy, one move and both doorwings could be severed from his frame cleanly.
Prowl clutches the space beneath Jazz’s wings tighter, Jazz is shaking less.
With nothing to do but run through previous situations and analyse the current situation Prowl’s optics rove over the large wings, thick struts are connected to each other by massive hydraulic pistons. In-between the struts paneling is thicker than a seekers wings but thinner than most doorwings, in the centre of Jazz’s back four thrusters sit. two larger ones that bracket his major spinal strut and two smaller ones sit outside those angled, so their fire points out.
Is it unlikely that these would hold up under the strain flight would cause, the connection points seem weaker than Prowls own, and the shape is wrong for cutting through the air.
The shaking is continuing to slow.
Prowls eyes continue in their wandering, roaming across the edges of the wings and down Jazz’s odd spinal strut now visible. Each piece is segmented and seemingly held together by long cables.
Prowls eyes roam up and onto Jazz’s shoulder which appear thinner, likely (87%) due to some of the material being moved to accommodate the wings. Closer to the neck Prowl notices a discrepancy, the lovingly laid paint patterns are cut across with jagged welds. They encircle the back of Jazz’s neck, and its clear now that more of the metal from his wings came from around his neck. The welds are splotchy, definitely not made by a medic and would likely need to be fixed if he wanted to move without pain. The welds appeared as if made by someone half blind and drunk.
Leaning back just a tad to follow the shaky welds, Jazz’s shaking gets worse. A glint nestled in Jazz’s neck shows exactly why, tucked behind the thicker plating sits an auxiliary optic, or as close as can be. The optic can’t move but theres light within it, and Prowl watches with his plating drawn as tight as possible as it moves to trace along the welds Prowl was eyeing ticks before.
The plating around Jazz’s neck is wrong, warped and bent in places that look painful. Prowl pulls back by millimetres. The welds encircle Jazz’s neck in some places they look too hot, like whatever was used to fix it wasn’t meant to be a welder. Jazz tracks Prowl with his visor, theres no optics behind it. The inner wires seem melted to the plating in some places, all of them have marks of being weld together.
Jazz’s servo, the one that entwined with Prowls breems ago lifts until the wrist is in line with the welds. A click rings out as a small port like panel opens and slides to the side, a scraping sound that makes Prowl cringe comes from it along with the whisper of pressurized gas from within the port.
Sparks fling from the port as the gas ignites, the flame pushes out once with too much heat, a warm spot against Jazz’s neck plating before it settles into a consistent blue. A small combat torch meant to make attackers back off or to ignite external incendiaries.
Jazz’s helm twitches up, until the centre of his visor optic is in line with Prowls.
The flame sends closer to Jazz’s neck, the size of the flame matches the welds.
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Esto es hermoso…solo hay unas 145 publicaciones de mech au en ao3 lo que no es demasiado si miras cuantos fic hay en ao3 ademas, soy una devoradora de fics y esto solo es materia para 2 o 3 semanas…ESTO ES UN CRIMEN!!! 😭
You can’t just tell people to ‘get a VPN (Virtual Private Network)’. Buying a VPN is like buying a house. It’s very very important. Having no VPN or having a ‘wrong’ one can seriously damage your life. Especially for Americans because their privacy laws are garbage. I am going to try explain why you should get a VPN but bare with me, I am from Germany and my English is far from perfect.
Let’s start with a simple test.
Click this link here: https://whatismyipaddress.com/
It will tell your IP adres, your ISP (internet service provider), and your location. The location might not be very accurate, but then again, it’s just a simple website. Imagine what the government can do!
So basically, everyone can find out where you live. But there is more danger. Your ISP. Your ISP logs your every move online and they are required to keep it in case the government wants access to it (or if a 3rd party wants to buy your data (yikes). They have everything. What websites you visit. How long you stay on a website. What you download. Your search terms. European laws are more subtle on this but if you are from the US you are #@*#&, especially because Trump doesn’t support the open internet. It’s scary but maybe in the future you can’t get a job because the recruiter knows your searched on ‘how to deal with depression’ or anythings else that’s supposed to be private because it’s your f*cking right. Or you get a $100k fine because you pirated a movie 15 years ago. You need a VPN. You’re dumb for not using one. but what does a VPN do?
A VPN encrypts all your data so if it were be intercepted no one can ‘crack the code’ and damage your privacy.
Usually being online goes like this (simplified): Your computer —-> ISP (—–> keeps data —–> sells it)
But with a VPN it goes like: Your computer —–> VPN (encrypts data)—–> ISP (ISP can’t see shit)
Furthermore, a VPN hides your IP address and location by giving you another IP address located in Spain for example (you can often choose from a list and change as many times as you want).
Now that you know why you should get a VPN and what is does it is important to educate yourself because people often choose the wrong VPN. VPN providers are also businesses and have to obey the law. If you choose a VPN provider located in the US then you are throwing your money away because the laws in the US shits on your privacy. If the US gov wants the provider to give all their logs they have to obey. The ISP still can’t see what you are doing online and sell your data but the US gov can interfere with your VPN provider so NEVER CHOOSE A PROVIDER LOCATED IN THE US.
I just wanted to make that very clear so my followers don’t buy false security.
There is still more danger!
Who says your VPN provider isn’t selling your data? You need to check their logging policy. Do they keep logs? If yes, what for? For how long do they keep them? Tip: Choose a provider who doesn’t keep logs
More about law
The US is part of the Five Eyes program (the worst):
The Five Eyes, often abbreviated as FVEY, is an intelligence alliance comprising Australia, Canada, New Zealand, the United Kingdom and the United States. These countries are bound by the multilateral UKUSA Agreement, a treaty for joint cooperation in signals intelligence (source)
There is also a Nine Eyes (bit better) and Fourteen Eyes Program (better).
You don’t want a VPN provider who is located in one the Five Eyes countries.
If you had to choose go for a provider located in a country that’s part of the Fourteen Eyes Program or even better, go for a country that isn’t part of any program!
I know this is a shitty explanation and please pardon my english but now it’s time to do your own research. Take your privacy seriously. Maybe WWIII breaks out and you get killed for liking the ‘wrong’ FB-page.
Go to this website: https://thatoneprivacysite.net/simple-vpn-comparison-chart/
Make sure that your future VPN provider both has green boxes for Privacy Jurisdiction and Privacy Logging.
I recommend ovpn.se and trust.zone. ovpn is located in Sweden so they are part of the 14 Eyes Program and they keep minimal logs. Their business ethics, however, are alright.
Trustzone is located in the Seychelles. No country can interfere and their privacy jurisdiction is the best you can get. The US want your data but needs to get it from Trustzone? The Seychelles will simply give them the finger and wave them goodbye. However, this makes this provider very appealing for people who torrent and criminals because they keep no logs (and that is how it shoud be) Also, there are almost no marketing efforts so this provider is one the cheapest)
Also, often providers such as ExpressVPN are being called ‘The Best’ on websites about VPNs but know that this is just marketing which also makes those provider more expensive (and they too shit on your privacy)
This must be the worst article you have ever read but please, please take your privacy very seriously.
EDIT: I got many people asking me which provider I use. For those who want to know, I use Trust Zone. They offer a free 3-day trial with no strings attached. But still do your own research!
I am also with Trustzone but I think you forgot to explain one of it’s most important features. It protects you when you are using someone else’s Wi-Fi.
If you are at Starbucks and you use their Wi-Fi your privacy is at risk. Anyone with ill intentions could steal your information. Especially if you are using an unsecured Wi-Fi hotspot. With a VPN your data gets encrypted so no one can steal it.
Wait, what’s going, on? Did trump destroy internet privacy with a bill or something? Where’s the news? Oh wait, why am I getting visions of Alex Jones and selling water purifiers?
He hasn’t yet but he says he wants to. And if he is serious about it it would be really easy to do. Since all our data is already recorded, as the person above explained.
@elvesfromthedeep just brought the current situation in the US to my attention (March 30, 2017).
Sources
Anger as US internet privacy law scrapped
Congress just voted to let internet providers sell your browsing history
To all my friends in the US, please read this entire post. Making everyone aware of VPNs is going to be my mission. Your privacy matters. Please reblog this post.
Don’t tell me you just wanted to scroll past this. Stop looking at pictures of cats for a moment, okay? Don’t you realize how important this is? This is dangerous! ‘America, the best FREE country in the world’ my ass.
With this new law your ISP can sell your Internet history which could include passwords, usernames, religion, credit card numbers, race and much more to the highest bidder. So here is what I want you to do.
You are going to read the whole thing and before you think ’this is so important. Let me reblog this real quick and go back to admiring cats again-’ NO! Don’t reblog this. Take action first. Then reblog. Sign up for a free trial! Trust.Zone offers one (here). Yes. It might be difficult to set up a VPN for some people. But is that going to stop you from protecting yourself and your family? 30 minutes. 30 minutes is all that it takes. 5 if you know how to install software. The problem with some of you is that you see ‘difficult’ as something negative. I want you to see difficult differently. I need you to push through this stuff. You are going to protect yourself. There is nothing negative about that.
VPNs are fun and costsaving too! A VPN bypasses geographical restrictions so you can access websites you normally can’t or you could start Netflix’s one month free trial over and over again- forever. And it’s legal! (unless you use it to buy weapons etc.,)
Don’t tell yourself that you are too tired and that you will do this tomorrow. Because that isn’t going to happen and you know it. You have to do this right now. You only have to click on it. Don’t let this/shit/life just happen to you. Take yourself seriously. Get a VPN.
Privacy is not a privilege, it’s a fundamental human right
Hey is thatoneprivacysite still good? The link works and it does take me to an article about vpns, but it just looks like an ad for expressvpn with extra steps.
I had Trust.Zone when this post first started making the rounds on Tumblr and I forgot about it after Biden took office. I recently sent them an email asking why my subscription wasn’t automatically renewed and why their website hasn’t changed since 2017(?). Their answer:
Shady people, good people, this company only cares about privacy and doesn’t care who it serves. But now with Trump and Musk this is the only VPN I’ll use.
I understand some people might not want to use this VPN on moral grounds, but it’s genuinely one of the very few VPNs set up in a way that no authority can touch you. ExpressVPN and other ‘popular’ options operate in jurisdictions favorable for profits but their privacy is just a band-aid our government can easily rip off if it demands information. I’m a trans man, I’m afraid of our government, and at this point, I simply don’t care anymore.
For a second I was like noooooo, not this long post again! Haven’t seen it in years and I always thought it was a bit extreme and exaggerated. Now that we are in 2025, I am like, nahh, these people knew what they were talking about all along. First time I am reblogging this.
The argument against VPNs has always been, “but I have nothing to hide.” Now that an unpredictable lunatic is in charge, purging based on whatever whim strikes him, that sentiment is quickly fading. VPNs aren’t just about hiding personal secrets; they’re about protecting freedom, autonomy, and your basic right to live without unjust scrutiny or arbitrary persecution.
Clark had a cousin growing up, and he literally just found out, as an adult with a child of his own, that the cousin was just Some Guy Ma and Pa found in their field.
He'd been talking with Ma, remembering Pa, and had mentioned that he hadn't seen his Cousin, Danny, in awhile.
His Ma told him that she had no way to contact Danny, because Danny was just Some Guy that showed up to lay in the snow on their field at random intervals, and he looked enough like Clark that they could get away with saying he was a cousin.
Apparently, he'd been harmless enough, and when Pa had pointed a shotgun at him for trespassing, the only thing he'd done was say "fair" and still refuse to move. Pa had done some interrogating, while Ma had kept a six year old Clark distracted, and found the long and short of it; the boy was an ice meta, and he'd overheated, so he was cooling down in the snow on the field before leaving again.
Pa had told Ma, while Clark was still distracted, and she'd ordered him to go out there and give the boy the last tub of ice cream they had.
After that, the boy, Danny, had sporadically returned every winter, stayed for a few days, helped around the farm, babysat Clark, and then disappeared.
When Clark had left for Metropolis, Danny had only come by one or two more times, then the visits stopped.
Danny hadn't even come back after Pa died.
Ma had assumed that the worst had happened, but since she only knew Danny's first name and that he was an ice meta, had no way of finding him. She hadn't said anything because she hadn't wanted to add to Clark's stress.
Clark, though, has a whole lot more resources at his fingertips; he's going to find Danny.
I sure hope not. Alternative: Danny just made a habit of making the Kent family farm as his designated resting spot whenever he was in the area and needed to cool down. As the years passed, whether it be because he ended up near Smallville less and less or because he took on more responsibilities in Amity Park or the Realms, he had less reason and less time to stop by the Kent family farm.
But sure, if we want some more drama and be mean to Danny, then los chicos de blanco it shall be. Send the halfa to be a government prisoner.
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Danny: Tucker is a finalists for a robotics competition, so he asked me to come with him. We're going to be here all weekend but right now hes at a team meeting so I figure I pop open the tracker I have on you, stop by and see how's college is going for you.
Jazz: That's so sweet! Aw my baby brother loves me.
Danny playfully: Shut up. What are you doing right now? Have time to hang?
Jazz: Sorry I'm on the clock.
Danny: Oh right! You started that nanny job. How's that going?
Jazz: Great! Tim is a darling. He is smart, polite, and really affectionate. I couldn't be happier working for the Drakes!
Danny: Where is the little guy anyway?
Jazz: He's over there watching the Waynes through a window while they have breakfast at a restaurant.
Danny:...what?
Jazz: He REALLY likes his neighbors. And you.
Danny: Me?
Jazz: Yeah don't know why but he got really excited when I told him I was your sister. I think its cause he always wanted a sibling.
Danny: Huh. Well why not call him over so I can say hi. In fact, Ill treat both of you to a breakfast in the same restaurant as the Waynes so he can stare at them from a closer angle
Jazz: Wonderful idea! Hey Tim! Come here please. My brother wants to meet you
Tim turning away from the glass:
Danny: He's an excited little thing isn't he?
Jazz: Yeah you get used to it. You should have seen him at the heros con. He almost foamed at the mouth when we found a Phantom cosplayer.
Danny: Tim dulzura Necesito saber donde estas todo el tiempo para poder saber que estas bien :) (en una clara manifestación de su obsesión m) así que te pondré este pequeño rastreador :D
Clark had a cousin growing up, and he literally just found out, as an adult with a child of his own, that the cousin was just Some Guy Ma and Pa found in their field.
He'd been talking with Ma, remembering Pa, and had mentioned that he hadn't seen his Cousin, Danny, in awhile.
His Ma told him that she had no way to contact Danny, because Danny was just Some Guy that showed up to lay in the snow on their field at random intervals, and he looked enough like Clark that they could get away with saying he was a cousin.
Apparently, he'd been harmless enough, and when Pa had pointed a shotgun at him for trespassing, the only thing he'd done was say "fair" and still refuse to move. Pa had done some interrogating, while Ma had kept a six year old Clark distracted, and found the long and short of it; the boy was an ice meta, and he'd overheated, so he was cooling down in the snow on the field before leaving again.
Pa had told Ma, while Clark was still distracted, and she'd ordered him to go out there and give the boy the last tub of ice cream they had.
After that, the boy, Danny, had sporadically returned every winter, stayed for a few days, helped around the farm, babysat Clark, and then disappeared.
When Clark had left for Metropolis, Danny had only come by one or two more times, then the visits stopped.
Danny hadn't even come back after Pa died.
Ma had assumed that the worst had happened, but since she only knew Danny's first name and that he was an ice meta, had no way of finding him. She hadn't said anything because she hadn't wanted to add to Clark's stress.
Clark, though, has a whole lot more resources at his fingertips; he's going to find Danny.
Reporter: So, Dan Nightingale, what brings you to Gotham? Does it have anything to do with you rumored family member?
Dan: You mean Danny? Yes, I will confirm that he is my bratty little brother.
Reporter: Bratty? That is harsh coming from a relative.
Dan: But true. My little brother is a spoiled brat. I blame our older sister. But enough about him, ask about me, baby.
Reporter: Are you single?
Dan: Very.
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Danny:*reading the news* "A Playboy to Rule them All"? Are they joking? All that and there is nothing about who he is or what he does. Damn, he's a pro. He maintained secrecy and has an air of mystery. He also implicated me as someone who would know but framed me as someone who wouldn't want to talk about him. He's good.
Tim: You know you could just ask him what he wants.
Danny: Tim, Tim, Tim. We both have brother so you can understand at I would sooner tear my guts out then ask him anything. That's exactly what he wants.
Tim: Alright. Needlessly complicated it is then. Just remember, I pay you to distract the media from me.
Danny: Yes, let's go out. There has been talk that you have wondering eyes and while that is good drama it puts eyes on you and not me. A date will silence it.
Tim: I have patrol tonight.
Danny: Fine, then I'll make a scene at the restaurant....actually I'll see if I can get Dan involved. He'd love nothing more then to ruin this.
Tim: Please, don't tell me you want me to have an fake affair with your brother.
Danny: No. You'll see soon.
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Danny:*over the phone* Daaannnnn~
Dan: Im busy.
Danny: Fucking anything that looks at you?
Dan: About to.
Danny: Shameless.
Dan: You would be to if you were alone for as long as I was.
Danny: Who's fault was that.
Dan: I have needs. Needs you'll understand one day.
Danny: Are–are YOU lecturing ME?!
Dan: What do you want?
Danny: I have a date tonight at the Iceberg Lounge. I need you to stay out of the way.
Dan: Right you and your little pay pig. Tell me—how much does he pay you to fuck him and honestly why you?
Danny: What do you mean—why me?
Dan: You are a scrawny twig. But hey twink death comes for us all.
Has for years. Since the guy saved an ENTIRE SPECIES of gorilla as a FOURTEEN year old. The article was framed and all related research and papers pertaining to the incident were carefully cataloged and filed, updated regularly to this day. The article helped show him that anything was possible. That his age didn't mean he couldn't make an impact. It showed him the value of asking questions and paying attention and not taking 'facts' at face value. To do his own investigating. It made him a better Robin. When things looked impossible or his age made him doubt his impact. He remembered Fenton and Gorillas. When he took on authority he remembered articles of the same kid taking on his obviously corrupt Mayor (why else would an out-of-state millionaire want to be mayor of a small town. Obviously, it was corruption) and he thought about bringing the matter to Batman's attention-Plasmius had interests and connections that made him a subject of interest to Batman after all, but ultimately decided that Fenton had the matter well in hand and simply flagged the file as 'low priority' 'developing' to keep an eye on it without pulling his father's full attention towards it.
Life settled, for the both of them, and Damian found himself increasingly pulled away from his side interest(s) and back into life in Gotham. His file on the BatComputer growing metaphorical dust while the one in his drawer accumulated real dust (even Alfred knew better than to go through any of the kids drawers-unless he heard noises indicating a smuggled animal- he left well enough alone).
Maybe if he had kept better track of the boy he would have been better prepared for (literally) running into him in his 8am "Intro to Astronomy" class.
As it were, they were both covered in what he presumed to be hot coffee and Damian was blushing like a fool whilst he stammered out apologies. Like some sort of plebeian with an IQ that would leave them unable to function in day-to-day life. Not how he thought he would meet his pseudo mentor.
El termino mordiéndose la lengua al tratar de hablar, ademas, Danny está confundido y cree que los rumores del mas joven Wayne son falsos y exagerados, este muchacho simplemente es tímido, mira como el pobre muchacho se sonroja por este pequeño accidente
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band camp, 2019. there was an infestation. i started eating them to get rid of them. i have since eaten cockroaches, crickets, grasshoppers, and those little green grass spiders.
When Danny slips into Drake manor, he expects it to be empty. He knows his second cousins travel a lot, and they'd recently sent Jack a photo of an find that might be ghost related. The house should be empty.
He hadn't realized Jack's cousins had a son Danny's age. He also hadn't expected to stumble upon his body.
All Danny wanted is a place to lie low. His parents think he's dead, and that's for the best, but as he's not (fully) dead he's got to figure out how to survive. But here's Timothy Jackson Drake's fully dead body and unclaimed life.
They share a middle initial. They share features, blood. And Danny's used to negligent parents leading to teen death, this won't be new.
He buries the cousin he's never met in the English garden, and promises to live a life Tim would enjoy.
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