Tucker: I know. When they said we were getting a field trip in Gotham, I thought it would be a lot more exciting. Especially when they listed Wayne Enterprises as one of the tours.
Danny: Axion Labs had a better tour. All we've seen are hallways and closed doors
Sam: Don't forget the Wayne water fountain that was part of the original town hall of Gotham, before it burned to the ground and the fountain was bought out by the Waynes.
Danny: It was a fascinating twelve-minute wait for the small gush of water.
Tucker: Whats the tour guy saying now?
Danny: Don't know. Don't care.
Sam: Ugh, we should play a game. Make the time move faster.
Tucker: Sure, want to play Would You Rather?
Danny: We played that on the bus. How about Have You Ever?
Sam: We don't have anything to drink. Let's do Hot Seat.
Danny: Sure.
Tucker: Go head
Sam: Right, Danny, you're first. If you could sleep with any of the heroes in Gotham who would-
Danny: Red Hood.
Tucker: Good taste. Bouncing off of what Sam said, if you could sleep with any of the Waynes who-
Danny: Jason Todd.
Sam: You seem overly eager to answer these questions.
Danny: Is that a problem?
Jason: No I find it interesting
Danny letting out the highest pitch scream a man of 25 has ever made: !!!!!!
Jason: impressive set of pipes.
Sam whispering to Tucker: Is it just me, or does Danny have a shot?
Tucker whispering back: I think he does. They were about Gotham. Anything can happen here.
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“I saw that the camera could be a weapon against poverty, against racism, against all sorts of social wrongs. I knew at that point I had to have a camera.” – Gordon Parks
i wonder how the transph- i mean. JKR defenders will say these are taken out of context... oh wait they wont, theyll just say "shes right though" because theyd rather side with a billionaire who's funding trans genocide than actually listen to queer people lol
I've posted about her aphobia before. But I didn't post about this one.
1) Asexuals don't "don't want sex". I write smut, and in smut writing communities, we're some of the freakiest people I've seen. That's not to say all asexuals write smut or all asexuals write freaky smut. Just that we're very diverse in our views of sex .
2) Asexuals don't "don't like sex". Many of us haven't tried sex. So to assume we don't like it would be... weird. Like assuming someone wouldn't like milk just because they've never drank milk before.
Asexuality has NOTHING to do with our views on the act of sex itself. Actually.
All it means is, when I'm outside experiencing the world, for my entire life. I usually forget sex is a thing that exists, in reference to other humans. Like the only reason why I know sex exists is 1) I have a libido and 2) I enjoy writing/ reading it. If it were based solely on my interactions with other people? I'd completely forget it exists. Because literally no one has made me think about it in reference to them.
Unless they randomly start talking about blowjobs or something.
Oh... and corrective rape is still a HUGE threat that we experience. Or medical gaslighting. Or guilt tripping. Or just made to feel like we're broken. You know, similar experiences as other parts of the LGBTQ+ community?
i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck
this post led to a series of events that had martin scorsese himself reacting to his alleged movie goncharov and it has less than 400k notes almost 3 years later?
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Children are capable of understanding more than we give them credit for. Teaching kids to be kind is important, but so is teaching them to recognize patterns of unfairness.
Happy Moon Landing Eve! Remember to leave out milk and cookies for Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong, and don’t let Michael Collins convince you to prank NASA!
I started this last year for Dead on MAYn day 3 for the prompt “Jason and Danny get stuck in a coffin together”, but I never got to a point where I was really happy with it then, but I took another crack at it yesterday and here we are 👏
(we're doing the Dead on MAYn event again this year check it out here)
Also I wanted to just write a little scene to go with this but ended up with an entire oneshot:
Jason groaned as he slowly came to. Fuck, his head hurt. Apparently Jason Todd also needed to wear a helmet these days. Something plush was pushing against his shoulders, and he couldn’t quite straighten them properly.
Also something, or rather somebody was lying on him. That was a head on his chest, and legs tangled with his own. If not for the fact he could feel them breathing they could have been dead.
What in the world was going on?
Opening his eyes did nothing. It was completely dark. He reached up with his hands and all too soon they hit plush satiny fabric. Jason froze.
No.
It couldn’t be.
Desperately, he felt all around the ceiling of the too small padded box he was in. He couldn’t think about what it actually was. Because it couldn’t be! He pushed and nothing gave. No no no. This couldn’t happen. Not again.
Jason couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe! He wheezed desperately pulling in air. Was he already out of oxygen? Bright dots swam in his vision. His heart pounded in his ears too loud in the silence.
He had to get out before it was too late!
He punched and pounded and scratched. But there was too little room. He couldn’t get a proper grip. Despair was like shadowy claws around his neck dragging him down. He was going to die here. He’d escaped once, but this time the coffin would keep him. Buried, slowly asphyxiating, consumed by worms and maggots, until there was nothing left.
“Jason, look at me!!” A glowing face suddenly pushed right up in front of him.
Jason stared in shock at the green eyed apparition.
“Hey,” the voice was softer this time and he felt cool gloved hands holding his head, thumbs gently rubbing the skin near his temples. “Are you with me now, Jason?”
Jason blinked, and suddenly the glowing face turning into vaguely familiar features.
“Danny?” Jason croaked. His throat hurt! Had he been screaming without even realizing?
Danny’s features softened into a smile. “Yeah it’s me. With a glow up, but still me.”
Jason did not know Danny very well, but he’d liked him well enough. He wondered hysterically if Tim knew the WE engineer he’d assigned to help Jason with the community center project could do this.
“Jason breathe with me.” He demonstrated with a deep breath that pressed their chests together.
Slowly, Jason took a deep breath and blew it out. There were less spots in his vision now.
“That’s it. Deep breaths. We’re okay.”
Jason shook his head. “Gonna run out of air.”
“No we’re not. We’re moving Jason, can you feel that? We’re in a car.”
And now that Danny had pointed it out he could feel the slight irregular trembling signifying they were driving slowly.
Jason nodded not trusting his voice. He glanced away, angry at himself for being weak and not realizing, for panicking over nothing - only to see the padded insides of the coffin reflecting blue-green in Danny’s light, his breath hitched. Quickly, he forced himself to look only at Danny - ethereal, glowing Danny with white starlight hair, beautiful and looking untouchable like a mirage, except he was pressed right against Jason, solid, but cool like a gust of wind on a warm day. And okay yeah, Jason could focus on Danny.
Danny blew cool air into Jason’s face in a sigh of relief, leaning his forehead on Jason’s and relaxing his body more fully onto Jason. He closed his eyes.
“You’re okay.” And this time it felt like he was reassuring himself.
Jason let his cramping grip on the plush ceiling go and hesitantly moved them to rest against Danny’s back, rubbing slightly in a hopefully soothing manner. The smooth fabric was skintight and didn’t leave anything to the imagination, a big difference from the loose graphic Tee-cardigan combo he’d worn the couple of times they’d met to discuss the project including today. Jason felt his cheeks warm.
“Not how I wanted to get into close quarters with you,” Danny huffed a breathless little laugh and moved back a few inches, enough that Jason could meet his half-lidded eyes.
“You wanted to get into close quarters with me?” Jason felt embarrassed by how rusty his voice was and swallowed thickly. He’d not even realized or considered Danny could have any interest in him.
Danny’s teeth flashed white in a sharp smile and his eyebrows - somehow still black - did a silly little wiggle. Jason couldn’t help his amused huff.
“Sure did - do. Maybe somewhere a bit less traumatizing for the both of us?”
Jason’s breath hitched as he remembered just what their situation was. “I think I’d like that.”
Danny looked dumbfounded at him for a moment as if he couldn’t believe Jason would actually want to spend time with him. When Jason was the one who couldn’t believe Danny wanted to spend time with him.
“Well,” Danny said clearing his throat. His cheeks took on a green tint, was he blushing? “Maybe I should see if they prepared to capture a ghost or the coffin was incidental then?”
“What?”
“I can maybe get us out.”
“You couldn’t have lead with that?!”
“I was a bit distracted!” With Jason panicking, he didn’t have to say and Jason immediately felt bad. “Also this thing is doing a number on me. I kinda just-“ His jaw opened in a big sudden yawn, before continuing- “wanna go to sleep.”
He shook his head as if to clear it. “I don’t really want to think about what would have happened had you not been here.”
And yeah, while very different, the idea of just falling asleep in here was chilling and not one Jason wanted to even contemplate.
“Alright do it then.”
Danny’s eyes snapped to Jason startled, as if he’d been lost in thought - or about to fall asleep. “Do what?”
“See if you can get us out of here.”
“Oh right. One second, gonna check if the coast is clear.” And with that Danny’s head disappeared and his upper body shifted, so that Jason could have imagined him sticking his head through the lid of the coffin if it’d been visible… Ghost indeed. It was only a moment and Danny was back inside and looking much more awake.
“They have us in a hearse. I suppose that’s one way to transport a coffin inconspicuously. But why? A crate in a truck would have done just as well?”
“Danny, if you can get us out of here, I’d appreciate it now.”
“Of course! just hang on.”
Jason didn’t let that be said twice. He tightened his grip around Danny’s back and next thing he knew the most curious liquid cool sensation came over him and the coffin moved forward without them. Jason only barely saw the white ceiling of the hearse before they were outside in Gotham’s familiar smoggy air. Danny righted them and flew up a bit higher.
“Do you wanna follow? We’re invisible right now, they won’t be able to see us.”
What Jason wanted was to go back to his apartment and take a shower until he ran out of hot water, maybe interrogate Danny a bit because what the fuck, and then maybe figure out if Danny’s green blush went down further.
But Jason needed to figure out who did this, who put Jason in a fucking coffin again - and then try to resist putting them in a coffin.
-
It turned out it was Two-Face. Of course… It was Jason Todd who was targeted not Red Hood, which meant Bruce was the real target. Two-Face was on the outs with Harvey, so he wanted to hurt Bruce to hurt Harvey. It was just Jason’s luck he’d recently officially come back to life, giving Two-Face a lovely target to hurt Bruce.
He couldn’t even have been targeted for his own sake; Jason felt so tired. And poor Danny had just been pulled along as collateral.
It was funny at least to see their faces when they opened the still locked coffin only to find it empty. Didn’t make up for the experience, but he’d take what he could get.
“Should we take care of them?” Danny whispered, from where he’d resorted to just holding Jason’s hand to keep them both invisible and floating.
Jason shook his head no. Bruce could clean up his own mess.
“Let’s just go back.”
-
Back in the building that would one day soon be renovated and turned into a community center, they managed to find both their phones, just tossed aside carelessly.
Jason took a moment to send Bruce a text to update him on the Two-Face situation and tell him to deal with it before someone else got kidnapped. He slipped the phone into a pocket ignoring the vibration as it instantly started to ring. Jason smiled grimly and turned around to face Danny-
Danny who was back to his messy black hair and loose clothing. The graphic Tee that had a cartoon ghost and the words “who ghost there?” underneath, made so much more sense now. He looked up at Jason from under his fringe uncertainly. Shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“So, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about the whole…” He vaguely indicated himself with a wave of his hand.
Jason rolled his eyes because that really went without saying. Danny had a lot of explaining to do, but first- Jason grabbed Danny’s hand and tugged him along.
“Come on Spooky, let’s find some less traumatic close quarters.”
The startled squeak made Jason smile.
-
I didn't expect the story to go that direction, it was much more angsty when I was drawing the picture, but this was the story that wanted to be told today. Besides a story in which they were in a ghost proof coffin would take longer to tell XD
Gonna let this rest for a week or two then give it an edit before putting it on Ao3.
Thank you! I’m glad the difference between them comes across because that was very much on purpose.
And yes there’s definitely a lot of talking in the future for the both of them, though for the moment Jason is choosing distraction to deal with it.
I’m imagining Jason telling Danny in the small hours of the morning where they’re lying tangled together after Danny has already explained quite a bit about his own situation. Jason doesn’t even have to reveal his Red Hood identity since it’s no secret Jason Todd died - and yes Danny will be livid on Jason’s behalf! Just absolutely ready to go kick some ass.
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I miss when ads were a single click and then they’re gone. Now every ad has a minimum of three phases where you watch a video, exit the still frame of fake gameplay, and then exit the app download. That doesn’t even touch on the ones that forcibly take you to another app after opening a tab in safari without you ever touching the screen.
I hate advertising. I hate that you can’t do anything without companies jumping down your throat with mostly bullshit ads. I hate that billboards exist. I hate that every company unanimously decided to make their ads longer and longer. I hate that ad blockers try to charge you money and there are in app purchases to remove ads. I hate that my attention has become commodified. I hate that there’s nothing I can do about it.
[images: series of tweets from @realavocadofact. tweets read, “they’re not elite they’re rich”, “they’re not better they’re better supplied”, “they’re not smarter or faster they’re buying up others’ lifetimes to do their chores”, “there is nothing wrong with you; you’re doing your best in a game rigged against you, probably not enough people and fruit tell you that”]
I see this reaction a lot, and I gotta say, it always makes me a little sad. Whenever the conversation of exploitation of labor comes up, inevitably someone finds themselves struggling with the guilt of “It is so important to me not to contribute to exploitation but I cannot do this thing myself and need someone else to do it for me, so how do I even approach that?”
Exploitation isn’t in the hiring of a service worker. Exploitation is in the respect you show them for their ability to perform the service you need from them.
I have been on a cleaning service staff before, and also been someone who hired a cleaning service, and I can tell you for sure that a lot of cleaning crews (especially worker owned ones) absolutely LOVE their clients and are genuinely happy to be able to make their lives better. The clients they don’t like? Those are the ones who disrespect the workers.
When I was involved with a cleaning service, we had everything from little old ladies living alone to McMasions with five cars as clients, and I can assure you that whenever there was someone who clearly hired us because they were overwhelmed or unable to keep their space clean, those were the households where you put a little more elbow grease in and did a deep clean even when it wasn’t paid for, because you could see how much these people were trying and struggling, and they were always so kind and generous and often embarrassed when talking to you about the job.
I only hired a service a couple if times in my life, but whenever I did, I worked with the same people as often as I could, tipped as well as I could afford, and tried to be the kind of client I would want to have, and that’s how I often ended up with my baseboards cleaned too, or my fridge scrubbed and organized or a restorative clean done in a high use room even when that wasn’t what I had scheduled or paid for.
I’ve heard the same thing from all manner of service workers over the years. Many of us like our jobs! We enjoy the work. It’s the customers that can do a number on you.
I think a lot of people are afraid that by needing a service they are inherently exploiting or harming the people who perform that service, and they really aren’t. But it does benefit a capitalist system for us to all be burnt out and overwhelmed because we’re too afraid to hire the help we need. Be upfront and honest with service workers about what you need and why you need it, and treat them with dognity and kindness while they perform your service, and I promise you they will always be happy to answer your call.
Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.
Kids books is probably not the best way to word it, you can enjoy them at every age, including your childhood, as you get older you may find new truths in them, but they're still good for any age.
Edit: the title for this comic is “Puzzle Rat”
this one’s a few days late due to having a lot of doctors appointments sorry
it’s just 9 pages, and about some rats… it’s more symbolic than anything really
(it’s completely unrelated to any of my songs that have to do with “puzzleboy”)
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to anyone in the areas impacted by the wildfire smoke, my #1 biggest piece of advice as someone whos been dealing with wildfire smoke in the NW united states for years, is build yourself a Corsi-Rosenthal Cube
they perform as well as expensive HEPA air cleaners, and are comparatively VERY inexpensive. all you need is a box fan, 4 air filters, a piece of cardboard, and some duct tape!!!!
i think it took us maybe a half hour to put ours together, if that, and we replace the filters every 3 months. it's really made a HUGE difference, both when the air quality is bad, but also with our allergies
where i am, a box fan and the filters run about $20 each, so if $100 is too much of a stretch at the moment, get the fan and one filter. tape the filter to the intake side of the fan, all the way around. this is also good if your space is small and a 20" cube won't fit.
