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(via @ladygobpire and @thebirdandhersong)

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Bonus:

well, i promised

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SWIFT I SWEAR TO--

A--

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!

Lab Coat Patches Acquired!

I’m quite confident that this post will eventually get to 10k. perhaps not by the 11th but we can always try

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Well. You asked for it. Here’s the lab coat in all its glory!

Using a python script I wrote, I booped myself 50,000 times, saving an image of my boop-o-meter every 500 boops. Before we get into the results, there are two important limitations to this study that I should mention:

Firstly, because I only recorded the boop-o-meter every 500 boops, if a message appeared for less than 500 boops it may not have been caught.

Secondly, every now and then my computer would lose a boop or two when a click wouldn't register. This is seen in the 500 and 1000 boop images below, which in reality read 498 and 994 respectively. Because of this, boop values are slightly lower than they appear.

With that out of the way, lets dig in.

0-999:

From boops 0-999, the boop-o-meter displays your boop count, and changes color as you boop

Boop count: 0 Boop count: 500 Boop count: 1000

Boop fact: the colors do not change after 1000

LOL:

Between boops 1000 and 1500, the boop-o-meter changed to display 'LOL'. This likely took place at 1000 boops, but maybe it said 'MAX' or sumn for awhile at first? Idk this is already the misinformation website so not my problem.

Boop count: 1500 (actually more like 1490 ish)

More results below the cut

Jason, English nerd, Todd: USE OXFORD COMMAS, CUNT!

Tim, I dropped out of high school I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, Drake: No.

So I like to think that sometimes, just sometimes there’s a switch that flips inside him and instead of being mature and practical about the system he lets his intrusive feral child win.

Two-face: Heads or tails little bird. Heads, I kill you. Tails, I surrender.

*flips coin*

Nightwing *throws his escrema stick and it hits the coin which lands in his palm*

Nightwing: Hey Harvey. If I flip it around in my hands I can change the outcome of this

Two-face: .. wait-

Nightwing *flipping his hand around with the coin inside* : Say why don’t we make it more interesting?

*takes out three more coins and puts them all in his palm before switching them around a bit*

Two-face: oh.. no..

*Red Hood and Red Robin watching in horror*

Red robin: .. should we.. should we stop him

Red hood *remembering when a villain knocked away Dick’s weapons and told him if he could draw blood without landing a hit on him he’d tell his army to stop and Dick didn’t wait a second before biting the fucker’s neck and taking a good chunk out of it*

hypocrite count: 3

Jack Fenton answered.

Jack Fenton sounds so much like Bruce at first listen if someone is tired and emotionally wrecked that Dick started going on his tangeant, pleading to come home.

Jack Fenton doesn't mind more kids at all! Neither does Maddie!

Jack tells him to come home and gives him the address to Fentonworks, and gets the guest room set up and ready to go.

Dick, finally arriving three days later, still sleep deprived and not all there, stares at the blimp on the building and starts to think he may have dialed the wrong number.

He doesn't have time to cry and go back, though, because Jack and Maddie Fenton whirlwind their way out the door and corral him into his new bedroom, treating him like he's always been their son and he's just been gone for awhile.

And Dick...Dick needs this. He's three steps from a mental breakdown, can't think past two sentences worth of planning, and he hasn't slept in who knows how long. He can regret later, right now, he'll take it.

He allows them to tuck him into bed, allows himself to fall asleep, and leaves the freaking out to a more awake him.

Danny, meanwhile, is having a little chat with a few of the ghosts that regularly follow Dick Grayson, and goes invisible and intangible to just...fly over to where this guy had been and steal the info he was after.

Because holy shit, that dude looks like he needs a break.

Everything after that was a bit of a blur, though. He doesn't think he was drugged. He doesn't feel drugged. He was certainly sleep deprived last night, which could account for some of the fuzziness. He has vague recollections of getting into the house, being fed some chicken soup, taking a shower and collapsing into the bed. He remembers feeling safe, for the first time in a while.

Hìs as yet unamed cuddle buddy had other ideas though, moving one hand up to his pulse point. Danny pulled back a little, blinking blearily up, the man's hand following as he moved.

He took a hit to the chest, and woke up at the end of the fight very small, and in his human form. Standing up makes his shirt look like a dress, and he knows he can't go ghost.

So he picks his way through the wreckage, and runs straight into the legs of someone.

Danny, internally freaking out, lets out the weakest Ghostly Wail he's ever let loose, knocking the person back only a foot.

Black Canary stares down at him, mystified and very amused.

"That was adorable," she says, covering her mouth to hide her smile.

He doesn't know where he is, or who these people are, or why they're fighting.

What Danny does know is that he's scared. He's scared, it's loud, it's very very bright, and his clothes are gone!

In his panic from waking up in the middle of what is probably a war, Danny scrambled to find a hiding place only to trip and fall tangled up in debris.

He's in very baggy boxers and a very baggy T-shirt, and he doesn't even have shoes! He's got one sock on, and it's so big it goes up to his knee, and even that is falling off--His legs and hands are all scraped up now, and Ancients, what is happening!!!!

Danny scrambles up, adjusting his one sock, only to be knocked down to his knees when the big rock 20 feet away gets obliterated by a blast.

He skids across the pavement and plops snug in a crack formed from the battle going on around him. He's a little stuck, but the knock to his head ironically clears up the panic clogging up his brain.

He takes a deep breathe and recalibrates--takes stock of his injuries and what he knows so he can figure out what he can do next.

He's got a bunch of scrapes and cuts, but otherwise nothing serious.

He knows he's not exactly human, but what he actually is is a mystery. His chest hurts, but he knows it's not a physical injury--it's the not-human-part that's injured.

Instinctively, he knows he's really good at hiding, that he could fly away or hide in the floor.

Equally instinctively, he knows that he can't do any of those things right now. He clenches and unclenches his tiny, pudgy hands.

He's smaller than he's supposed to be, and his name is Danny, that's for sure. He looks like he's maybe 7 years old.

He doesn't feel like a kid. Well, he thinks he's not supposed to be a kid. Another boom rings out in the distance, interrupting his thoughts.

Right. Middle of danger, hiding place.

He sees a crumbled building ahead of him, and a parking lot beyond that. Maybe he could get a car? He knows how to drive, he thinks.

The building next door starts to shake, and Danny freaks. He scrambles up from his poor excuse of a hidey hole and high tails it towards the parking lot, swerving around some large debris.

Except when he rounds one of them, he slams into the legs of someone just as a pink blast destroys the debris he rounded.

Danny doesn't think. Pink rays mean trouble, he doesn't remember why, so he reacts with the only weapon he has right now.

He wails.

Except---except it's not a wail. It's a mewl. On top of that, all his "wail" did was push the person back barely a foot.

"Oh, butter biscuits." Danny says, stepping back only to stumble onto his butt. He looks up at the possible enemy, only to be met with a pretty blonde lady who has her hands up covering her mouth and wide smile and somehow sparkley eyes.

"That. was adorable." The pretty lady then proceeds to coo and coddle him, checking for injuries and asking for his name and about his parents and why he was here.

...Maybe she's not an enemy?

Danny answers, because he's disoriented and tired and feels really really exposed. He finds out her name is Black Canary, and that she's here to help.

That's good, because Danny thinks he might pass out.

He tells her so, and true enough, his small body starts to sway.

He's just found out that the High Prince of the Infinite Realms is a freshly dead fourteen year old. And like, yeah, sucks that the kid died, he feels for him.

But also; the kid has a problem that's ridiculously easy to solve.

The American Government is trying to declare war on the realm that holds all universes together, and Constantine knows a few people who can bring that to light and get that shit shut down real fucking quick.

So he goes to Amity Park, to the little Prince's haunt so he can pin him down, help him out for "free", and work out a deal to call the American Government off.

Except the kid just wants him to do his stitches. Because the American Government wasn't bluffing, and has developed weapons that can and will harm the fabric of reality.

John does the kids stitches. They aren't very good, but they're the best he can do.

He sticks around.

He patches the little Prince up.

He...he gets attached.

He watches the GIW actually hurt the kid, seriously, to the extent that he actively steps in and gets himself labeled a terrorist by taking them out.

Now he's got an angry Big Three on the line, demanding to know what is going on, and he's realizing that he's a little past tricking a deal out of a kid that has too much power.

“How did we miss this!?” All eyes turned back to Constantine who wished he could light a smoke but refrained because right now he didn’t trust himself with even the minor cantrip that he used for that.

“The Tossers in White have put up a media blackout and for all their hatred of the other side they must be able to put up with magic because they’ve stopped us from learning about threats we should have known about.”

“Such as?”

“Apparently we missed out on Overgrowth showing up; Swamp Thing’s meaner and more genocidal cousin who was this close to snuffing out all our lives and that’s just the first that comes to mind!!!” A deep breath and his focus was on Boston, the one who would truly understand just how deep they were wading in shit if anything happened to Danny.

“Oh and if him being the King of the Infinite Realms wasn’t enough of a problem he’s Clockwork’s boy.” Most didn’t know who that was but the way Boston chocked on nothing and started shaking told them enough. Batman was the first to demand answers.

“Who’s Clockwork?”

“He’s the freaking guardian of the flow of time, I heard he tested the kid but it’s more than that?!” Constantine nods to that.

Jason walks in on him eating a sword he took from a League assassin

He teaches the other bats how to do the clown car trick

Steph is having a bad day, and he just pulls out an endless line of rainbow tissues (after a bit, they come out in pride flag colors)

After much thought, I believe it would be Les Mis or Sweeny Todd. Because I'm not really counting ones I didn't actually watch because my mom put on a lot of musical theater as a kid.

If we include more movie esc ones, at least imo, then maybe Mama Mia or Labryinthe....no it would definitely be Labryinthe.

First in person (non profesional) theater I watched was in fact one of my sister's performances in high school. I believe it was Into the Woods.

She was a techie but ended up as backup for the cow :3c