It's About Punching Nazis Together, Y'know? True Live Starts And Ends With Punching A Fascist.

Saying, oh look at that [insert cute animal] knowing full well they are driving and cannot look.

the role of the person in the passenger seat is not only navigator but secretary as well. you have to type up the drivers messages to random ladies on facebook about cbd cream & google whether that billy joel song was the theme song for that show or not

the fact that “the vibes here are rancid” is a power that the jedi actually have is insane to me

the best fanfic is the one the author had fun writing actually.

I like the way it looks.

*gathers all of the people in the world who write the number 7 with a little dash in the center of it so I can study them like little critters and find out what makes them do that*

Ohoho, this is beautiful. Unfourtanetly, Hunter's ideas of how to be a Good Nephew are entirely based off of what Belos wanted from him. Some things, Hunter now knows is wrong. Other, more subtle things... Not so much.

Hunter makes food as an act of service, because Lillith, most likely, does not want Hunter to go hunt palismen for her. Lilith wonders if it's poisoned.

Hunter calls out to her every time she enters the room to announce her presence, like he used to herald for Belos. Lilith, an introvert, thinks this is some kind of passive aggressive attack on her.

It all comes to a head when Lillith snaps at Hunter, and his immediate reaction is to kneel and beg for forgiveness, because that's what you do when you're a Bad Nephew... isn't it?

I'm seething at the untapped potential of the Lilith And Hunter dynamic, imagine going to see your sister and seeing that your former colleague/rival is sleeping on her couch in the ugliest shirt you've ever seen, he looks like he hasn't slept in 4 days (normal) and has also been crying (not as normal) and then your sister tells you he's wanted for treason and he is now your new nephew, you suddenly remember the time you tried to trip this kid down a flight of stairs and tore up his Limited Addition Emperors Coven Poster when he asked you to sign it, and by the look on his face he ALSO remembers and he doesn't plan to forget OR forgive your transgressions

greetings!!!! coming over here on tumblr from ao3 to to say how much i love your feemor has a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day fic. A LOT I LOVE IT A ALOT!!!! <33333

Hi! I saw your comments, they really made me smile! I'm glad you liked it. I'm working on the next chapter but I also have three different WIPs so it's taking a while, lol. Thank you for taking the time to say hi!

Normal People: The odds are in my favour.

My DnD Party, 'The Cluster Muppets', on our fourth nat 1 of the night: The odds are still odds.

The overwhelming ambient ectoplasm of Gotham messes with ecto-signature trackers. Good for Danny and Jason? Yes. Good for Batfam and Team Phantom? Absolutely not.

Short DPXDC Prompts #657

It was supposed to be a basic bust. Get in, beat up the goons, alert the GCPD of the illegal goods, get out.

This bust wasn’t the same. The strange men in the white suits overwhelmed Nightwing and Red Hood and knocked them out. Nightwing woke up still in the warehouse. Red Hood however, was gone.

Red Hood didn’t know what these Ghost Investigation Ward guys wanted him for but a sinking feeling in his gut said that it wasn’t for anything good

Constantine: There are hyper specific manners, and if you break them you will join the kings court as an undead thrall.

Batman: Okay. Young man, you need to eat healthy.

Danny Phantom, teenager, also King of the Infinite Realms: Okay Mr. Batman.

Put That Thing Back Where it Came From or So Help Me-

Constantine was pacing back and forth in the waiting room, hands flying as he went over the rules of dealing with Infinite Realm Nobility for the eighteenth time.

Bruce tried to pay attention, really. But he'd already memorized this speech of the Laughing Magicians, and all there was really left to do was wait for their turn to meet the High King.

A flash of movement caught Bruce's attention, and he found his eyes drawn to a completely human teenager meandering his way from one of the side doors and towards the refrigerator stocked with "mortal friendly snacks".

Bruce kept quiet as he heard the teen muttering to himself about "aw yeah fuck yeah fiji water fuck yes", and let Constantine drone on and on about how they were probably the first mortals the King had ever met.

The teenager behind the ranting man stocked his arms full of Fiji water, chips, and cosmic brownies.

Then the Teen turned and realized Bruce was watching him.

Bruce shook his head minutely.

The teen slowly turned back to the fridge and put everything but the Fiji water back. That and the cosmic brownie.

Cautious blue eyes met his, and the kid raised an eyebrow.

Bruce scowled.

The brownie was quickly replaced with a banana.

Bruce gave a slight nod and looked away.

The teen darted back through the side door.

He didn't know who the kid was, but eating healthy was important. And, okay, maybe his own experience with kids had shoved its way to the front of his brain and taken over.

At least the random teenager in the Land of the Dead would have a healthy snack.

Two more minutes passed before the small entourage was allowed into the antechamber.

A glowing, floating boy was hovering just above the throne. White hair, glowing green eyes, a crown that looked like it was made of shattered pieces of space glittering above his head-and a poorly hidden half empty bottle of Fiji water peeking out at them from behind the throne, kept company by a single banana.

...Huh.

He had either told the Kings servant what to feed the King, or...

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms, I am Phantom, High King. For what reason do you seek an audience?"

Oh. Nope, nevermind on the servant theory. That was the kids voice.

Bruce had directly told the King of an entire dimension what he could and could not eat.

i used to be too shy to interact w fanfic authors, but after i finally started to do so, that i realised they're the same @ me