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It would be cool if danny the street was a part of Dannys haunt that eventually became sentient thru ghost hijinks
DP x DC: Danny x Danny
So, sometimes I just like to imagine ridiculous pairing and then I have a moment that makes me go "actually..."
So Danny Fenton aka Danny Phantom(he/him) x Danny the Street(they/them)
If you're not familiar with Danny the Street, they are a literal teleporting street that's essentially a gay neighborhood. They are a safe space for people who don't fit into mainstream society, and is a big ally of the queer community...
(art by Zal-Cryptid)
So, a street that is a safe haven for weirdos AND the queer community... Kind of the perfect place for a half ghost boy being hunted by the government... especially since trans Danny is a popular head-canon... and the fact they share the same name is kind of funny...
Damn it, do I now ship Danny and Danny the Street together?
Just imagine them talking to each other Danny the Street using TVs and signs and Danny just talking out loud as he works through so trauma and bonds with them over coffee...
and just the slight tragedy that is not being able to hold your lover's hand but at the same time the romance of being able to feel your lover's affection for you all around because they are literally all around you
Idk there's just something kind of unhinged yet sweet about the whole thing
I'm about to wii sports resort to violence
ghost swing 👻 🎸
in general the idea of jason as a "shoot first, ask questions later" kind of character is really crazy to me. his plans don't fail because he doesn't think them through they fail because they're crazy. because he's crazy. it's literally why he's hot
i see a post talking doom and gloom about how we'll never escape toxic masculinity. i think about back in 2017 when american girl released their first boy doll, and a review for him went viral in the collecting community. the review was written by a mom, who said they went into the store to get their daughter a doll, only to see their son's eyes light up like fire when he saw a doll that looked like him, and now every night he puts his doll in pajamas and rocks him to sleep. i think about the toddler in my daycare room a few years back who was obsessed with baby dolls, carrying them everywhere, and his mom proudly told us he uses his sisters' old baby dolls and wants to be just like them. that toddler saw another toddler crying one day and gave her the doll he had to cheer her up. i think about the eight-year-old boy i saw a few years back, excitedly waving around raya's sword in a target checkout line like all his dreams were coming true. there was a video on my instagram the other day of a little boy at disneyworld crying with joy upon meeting his hero, mulan. i think about the voice actor for bow in the she-ra reboot saying his nephews only wanted adora action figures. celebrity men are wearing dresses on tv now. last halloween i saw a little boy dressed as elsa. i went to go see spiderverse over the summer, and in the line ahead of me was a boy who couldn't be older than twelve or thirteen, bouncing and beaming, giddy with excitement over getting to see the female-led romance movie elemental. i think about the five-year-old boy at my library who breathlessly asked me where the pinkalicious books were, eyes widening when i had more on my cart, his mom explaining that he is all about pinkalicious and fancy nancy. i saw so many pictures online of boys and men dressed in pink to see barbie. teenage boys are gonna open their phones and see the man who wrote fucking game of thrones dressed in pink to see barbie. when i was a kid, a boy dressing in pink was practically a social death sentence. there are boys running around in pink on my street right now.
for my birthday this year, my friends and i did a drunk photo competition portraying norse legends. the rules were simple: after you pull a random prompt, you have 10 minutes to create the picture with household items. while shitfaced of course.
anyway, here is my team's low budget rendition of jörmungandr rising from the sea during ragnarök.
featuring me as the head of the sea serpent (left) and my brother as loki (right)
So how do you tell which parts of your routine are load-bearing? I wish I knew, but some heuristics:
Things that are part of your access to food which you’ll reliably eat are often load-bearing. If you get a lot of your calories from the free food at work, you should expect changing jobs to one without free food will throw you off your game. If you rely on the corner store then you should expect that moving to a new place where you have to get in the car to get groceries will be a problem. Going vegetarian can screw up something load-bearing for a lot of people (and I say that as someone who believes that factory farming is morally horrible). Going on a diet is reasonably likely to fuck up something load bearing, and I suspect this is part of why statistically dieting doesn’t work at improving peoples’ lives or health.
Things that are part of the environments you spend the most time in are reasonably likely to be load-bearing.The length of your commute, the environment you work in, whether your bedroom is clean, well-ventilated, high-ceilinged, has natural light, whether you have any space that you don’t share with another person…. for some people ‘having a car’ is loadbearing because it’s a space that is theirs and will reliably have their stuff and get them places. For other people, living somewhere where they can get places without a car is load bearing.
Cleanliness needs are often load-bearing. This one especially sucks because you can get into a trap where your space gets chaotic/cluttered/awful and this breaks your brain and makes it harder to keep your space clean.
Pets are often load-bearing.
This might be influenced by who I hang out with, but I think personal time when you’re alone and no one has any claims on you is load bearing for a lot of people. Some people have their own room and know they need their own room, but lots of other people make do with a long commute where they can quietly listen to the radio, and don’t even realize that this is filling their need for introvert time until it changes.
I think people often have a particularly bad time if they have something load-bearing that’s considered ‘indulgent’ or a ‘luxury’, like ‘living in an apartment building with a pool’ or ‘having a big yard I can garden in’ or ‘having an ensuite bathroom with a tub’ or ‘having a soundproofed practice room’ or ‘having a grand piano’. But, like, having expensive load-bearing bits of your life does not say anything about you morally; it may mean that it’s harder for you to get your needs met, and it may not be a preferable situation, but it doesn’t make you selfish or greedy or bad. And, you know, trying to just not have things you need because you believe you’re bad for wanting them doesn’t often work out great.
omfg i forgot that i never showed tumblr my greatest achievement. my pride and joy, my pi-ass de résistance
jason making breakfast
(EDIT I FORGOT HIS AUTOPSY SCAR very important)
I made another post about Danny and about how the justice league believes that something exists in the ghost zone then that makes it exist, but I had an idea since then.
So as a joke, John and Danny claim to be related. (Jazz, Dan, and Dani get in on it too.)
Batman: ...you have a family.
John: what? You think you're the only one with kids?
Batman: that *points at Dan* is a grown ass man.
Dan: hey dad, Jazz wants to know if you'll pick up some milk from the store, she says we're out.
John: sure, she want anything else?
Dan: nah but Dani wants you to grab some pizza while you're there.
Batman:....
And at some point, they start coming to him with their problems.
Dan needs a place to stay? Johns couch is free.
Danny needs help with schoolwork? John might not know what the answer is, but he'll try and help.
Jazz needs someone to rant to? She'll call John.
Dani needs help dismantling a cult? John will be right there in an hour.
They don't acknowledge it outloud, but if they have a problem John is the first person they think of to call for help.
The ghost zone and it's inhabitants also accept John as the ghost kids parent, like if they say it's true then it must be true.
Then they start changing just a bit.
Their hair gets lighter (closer to blonde) their eyes change by a couple shades, and unknown to them, their DNA changes.
And they don't really notice it...
Until they start developing magic.
And Jazz nearly kills someone with that magic when her breakfast attacks her.
"being trans is a choice" do you honestly think i would CHOOSE to get gender euphoria from wearing knee-length basketball shorts?? that's humiliating
making any post about dc comics is just. i have to word this carefully lest i be misinterpreted and my corpse dragged around troy behind a chariot
I love looking at a question post screenshot on pintrest, looking at the comments, seeing its full of answers, then thinking, babes, my girls, who are you writing that for?
I slept in and just woke up, so here's what I've been able to figure out while sipping coffee:
Twitter has officially rebranded to X just a day or two after the move was announced.
The official branding is that a tweet is now called "an X", for which there are too many jokes to make.
The official account is still @twitter because someone else owns @X and they didn't reclaim the username first.
The logo is 𝕏 which is the Unicode character Unicode U+1D54F so the logo cannot be copyrighted and it is highly likely that it cannot be protected as a trademark.
Outside the visual logo, the trademark for the use of the name "X" in social media is held by Meta/Facebook, while the trademark for "X" in finance/commerce is owned by Microsoft.
The rebranding has been stopped in Japan as the term "X Japan" is trademarked by the band X JAPAN.
Elon had workers taking down the "Twitter" name from the side of the building. He did not have any permits to do this. The building owner called the cops who stopped the crew midway through so the sign just says "er".
He still plans to call his streaming and media hosting branch of the company as "Xvideo". Nobody tell him.
This man wants you to give him control over all of your financial information.
Edit to add further developments:
Yes, this is all real. Check the notes and people have pictures. I understand the skepticism because it feels like a joke, but to the best of my knowledge, everything in the above is accurate.
Microsoft also owns the trademark on X for chatting and gaming because, y'know, X-box.
The logo came from a random podcaster who tweeted it at Musk.
The act of sending a tweet is now known as "Xeet". They even added a guide for how to Xeet.
The branding change is inconsistent. Some icons have changed, some have not, and the words "tweet" and "Twitter" are still all over the place on the site.
TweetDeck is currently unaffected and I hope it's because they forgot that it exists again. The complete negligence toward that tool and just leaving it the hell alone is the only thing that makes the site usable (and some of us are stuck on there for work).
This is likely because Musk was forced out of PayPal due to a failed credit line project and because he wanted to rename the site to "X-Paypal" and eventually just to "X".
This became a big deal behind the scenes as Musk paid over $1 million for the domain X.com and wanted to rebrand the company that already had the brand awareness people were using it as a verb to "pay online" (as in "I'll paypal you the money")
X.com is not currently owned by Musk. It is held by a domain registrar (I believe GoDaddy but I'm not entirely sure). Meaning as long as he's hung onto this idea of making X Corp a thing, he couldn't be arsed to pay the $15/year domain renewal.
Bloomberg estimates the rebranding wiped between $4 to $20 billion from the valuation of Twitter due to the loss of brand awareness.
The company was already worth less than half of the $44 billion Musk paid for it in the first place, meaning this may end up a worse deal than when Yahoo bought Tumblr.
One estimation (though this is with a grain of salt) said that Twitter is three months from defaulting on its loans taken out to buy the site. Those loans were secured with Tesla stock. Meaning the bank will seize that stock and, since it won't be enough to pay the debt (since it's worth around 50-75% of what it was at the time of the loan), they can start seizing personal assets of Elon Musk including the Twitter company itself and his interest in SpaceX.
Sesame Street's official accounts mocked the rebranding.
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Danny woke up slowly. It was already light in the room. The bed was empty. He sat up, alert, his heart starting to pound. Where was his dad? He couldn’t have left, right? He wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye to Danny, would he? NO. There was no way his dad would do that! Scrambling off the bed, he grabbed Jazz, throwing open the bedroom door and running down the hallway. It was against the rules to run in the hallways, but he honestly didn’t care at the moment.
He ran to the dining room. The sun hadn’t been that high, so Danny could only hope everyone was still eating. Nearly slipping as he raced around the corner, Danny was relieved to see that not only was his dad there, but nearly everyone in the family was as well, only Aunt Cass was missing. Rushing into the room, he ignored everyone except his dad, knocking into the chair slightly to hug his dad from the side. It hurt slightly, where his body dug into the chair. There was just enough room that he might be able to climb into his dad’s lap.
Okay, maybe not, as he bumped the table hard, shaking it slightly.
“Danny!” His dad scolded, although not harshly. “You’re not going to fit. There’s some empty seats at the end, you can sit down there.”
Dejected, Danny made his way down the table, sending his dad the best puppy eyes he could manage. If his dad just moved back slightly, he could fit… but no. His dad didn’t budge. Danny sat down, hugging Jazz tightly.
It hurt.
His dad still loved him, he knew that. But he kept pushing Danny away, right before he was leaving too! It didn’t make sense. Was Danny bad? He’d been trying his best to be good, and he was pretty sure most of the days he was! Yeah, he’d yelled and kicked his dad on the first day, but he’d been a lot better since then! And yeah he didn’t always listen at first, and he may break the rules sometimes when he thought no one was watching, but they were the small rules! Like no running!
Danny gloomily picked at the food, his hunger having disappeared in favor of what felt like a hard rock in his stomach. It was eggs, hash browns, and fruit. Stuff Danny usually liked. He tuned out the conversation around him. They were talking about his dad’s trip. Who was going to watch Danny (Uncle Jay, Grandpa, and Grandpa’s friend Clark), some of the ‘fun’ things he was going to be doing with his family. It wouldn’t be the same without his dad though!!!
“Are you feeling alright, Master Danny? You’ve hardly touched your food,” Great Grandpa asked, worry evident in his voice.
“‘M okay,” Danny fibbed. He hated lying, but he didn’t want Great Grandpa to worry even more. It was clear though that Great Grandpa didn’t believe him.
“Matters of the heart are just as important as taking care of your body, Master Danny.”
Danny felt his lip wobble. Yeah. He knew that. He needed to talk to his dad, like how he’d done when he’d talked through his feelings about wanting to play with the Team and not wanting to use the Zeta tube. He just - bringing up his dad leaving for a couple days scared him, and made him feel vulnerable and alone. And it hadn’t even happened yet!
There was a sigh from the head of the table.
“Danny.”
It wasn’t loud, but it was his dad. Danny’s head snapped over to look at his father, hope welling within him. His dad scooted back, opening his arms. Needing no further prompting, Danny slid out of his chair, nearly knocking it over in the process, and raced over. He felt frantic, climbing into his dad’s lap, sitting sideways in it and looping his arms around his father’s neck, letting Jazz sit in his lap.
Dany reached out, needing to feel the bond, needing to know that he was still loved. Danny sagged in relief, taking a shuddering breath upon feeling that he was still loved and adored. There was also worry and fear in there too. Was the worry and fear why his dad was pushing him away? Did Danny scare him with all of his powers? Dad said he didn’t scare him. Danny didn’t think that had been a lie. Dad didn’t lie to him, just… didn’t tell him everything always.
“Hey cuddle bug,” Dad whispered, holding him close and pressing a kiss in his hair. “You doing okay little bird? You didn’t eat your breakfast.”
Danny didn’t answer, just cuddled in closer. He didn’t have an answer to give. His dad sighed.
“Hey Danny. I just wanted to ask you about something you said last night.” He looked up at his dad curiously. Something he’d said last night? What had he-?
Oh no.
He’d mentioned that he knew dad was Nightwing.
It was supposed to be a secret, and he’d spilled it! It was fine though, right? He’d just told dad the secret, and dad was the one who the secret was about. He glanced around. Dad wanted to talk about it in front of everyone?
Oh right.
Everyone else was a superhero too.
“Um, yeah, I remember what I said, even though I was real sleepy,” Danny said cautiously.
“So, what - what makes you think that?” Danny tilted his head. His dad really wanted to go over this now?
“What makes me think you’re Nightwing?”
The entire table was still, everyone listening in on Danny’s conversation with his dad. He didn’t like it, didn’t like so much attention on him. No, he couldn’t go invisible right now. Maybe later. This - this was important.
“A lot of things. Do you want me to list them all?” There was a muffled snicker to the left of them. Uncle Tim.
“Yes Danny, can you list them all.”
“Well, okay. Like, everything about you physically is the same. And you both call me little bird. No one else does. Just like only Grandpa and Batman call me and other people chum. Um, our bonds are exactly the same. Exactly. And I’ve been paying attention. You’re never together. If Nightwing is there, then you aren’t. If you’re here, then Nightwing isn’t. OH, and, I may have purposely overshared with Nightwing when talking about you, dad. Then I checked the bond and Nightwing shouldn’t have reacted like that unless he was you! So yeah. That’s my evidence.”
Danny puffed out his chest a bit towards the end. He was proud of his detective work! He’d done a great job!
“It wasn’t hard to figure other people out from there.”
“Figure out other people?” his dad asked, his voice higher pitched than normal and fainter than usual too. It sounded kinda strangled?
“Yeah! Like I said, if you’re Nightwing, and Batman and Grandpa both call me chum, then they’re probably the same person. Their bonds are the same too. Plus, Dad, you told me that you were adopted by a nice older man. Nightwing told me the exact same thing. Also, I’m pretty sure Nightwing said that Batman was his dad, so if you’re Nightwing, then Grandpa is Batman!”
At the end of his impassioned statement, Uncle Tim started laughing hysterically.
“Found out!” More laughter. “By a three week old! Oh Rao, this is the best!”
“Tim,” Grandpa scolded.
“Lay off old man, this is hilarious,” Uncle Jay protested.
“Oh! Do me next! Danny, who am I?” Aunt Steph asked excitedly.
“You’re Spoiler. Uncle Tim is Red Robin. Uncle Duke is Signal, Uncle Jay is Red Hood, Uncle Dami is Robin, and Aunt Cass is Orphan. Aunt Steph, who’s Batgirl? I have a toy of her, but I haven’t met her yet.”
The once boisterous table turned silent again. Uh oh. That wasn’t a good sign.
“She’s still around, but she tends to go by a different name now. We’ll go visit her after I come back, okay?”
Danny nodded. He felt a little better now, in his dad’s lap and with the whole secret hero identity thing out of the way.
“You can’t tell anyone about us all being heroes. That’s a big secret, and if people who aren’t supposed to know find out, they could hurt us or you. I don’t want to scare you, but you need to know it’s very dangerous if you tell people.” Danny nodded.
“I know. I won’t tell anyone. It’s just like how my powers are secret, and I can’t tell anyone about them, otherwise they’ll try to vivisect me, right?”
His dad’s eyes widened, a shocked and horrified look on his face. There was the tinkling of glass. Danny twisted his torso a bit. Uncle Jay had broken his water glass, a furious look on his face. Actually, pretty much everyone looked like they were trying to hide how mad they were.
“Vivisect, Danny?”
“Yeah, vivisect me. Or rip me apart molecule by molecule to figure out how I tick,” Danny added.
Why did that come to mind? It had to have been something from before. All the random things that popped in his head tended to be from before. He’d promised his dad he wouldn’t try to remember stuff from before if it was painful, but this wasn’t painful, this was just regular old stuff that he felt like people had told him all the time.
“I think someone told me that a lot, but I don’t remember who. So I tried to hide just all the stuff and I would lie so I didn’t get hurt.” Danny frowned. “It felt bad to lie, but it was to protect myself.”
“Hey Steph, Duke, Dami. You wanna go on a real quick trip?” Uncle Tim asked in a very cold voice. The three of them nodded solemnly. Dad looked conflicted, like he wanted to tell them no, but also yes.
“If I didn’t have plans…,” Uncle Jay muttered with clenched teeth. Grandpa didn’t seem too happy either, he had a brooding look on his face.
“You guys… can talk about going after my trip. Who’s going to hang out and spoil their favorite nephew while I’m gone?” Dad asked them, giving them all a look.
“Yeah, and if you think that I’m not going to fu-fudging want in on this trip, you’re sadly mistaken. I’m going,” Uncle Jay declared, leaving no room for argument.
“Fine. But after you come back,” Uncle Duke said, the others agreeing. “Besides, I’m sure Cass wants in on this too.”
“We can introduce Danny to the Kents. They can watch him while we go on a very brief trip. I’m sure he will love spending time with Conner, and Clark would be happy to watch him as well,” Grandpa told the table.
“I’m assuming this is something you want to be included on, Dick?” Grandpa asked Dad.
“NO!” Danny yelled. “NO! You haven’t even left on this trip! You can’t plan to go on another one!” Danny pleaded, upset.
“You wanted to hang out with Superboy, didn’t you Danny?” His dad asked. Oh. That certainly piqued his interest.
“Yeah…,” he admitted.
“Do you want a sleepover with him?” Danny’s eyes widened, his mouth opening to let out a small gasp.
“Yes!”
“If you go to the Kents, Superboy will be there, and you guys can have a sleepover. We’ll pick you up the next day. Won’t that be fun?” Danny eyed his dad suspiciously.
“This feels like a trick. But I wanna have a sleepover with Superboy… Okay. I guess.” His dad ruffled his hair. Yeah, Danny felt like he was gonna regret that later.
That was a problem for future Danny.
“Right. Let’s get you dressed, and I can start packing,” Dad said standing up, taking Danny with him. Darn. His dad was still leaving. He’d briefly forgotten about that.
He was dropped off in front of his room. Danny hurried to get dressed and brush his teeth, having showered last night before he’d joined his dad on the couch. Once he was done, he went to his dad’s room, hopping on the bed. His dad had a small suitcase out, and was filling it with clothes. Underwear. Shirts. Pants. PJs.
Danny eyed it. Could he maybe fit in there? He could be invisible, and just hang out intangible in the suitcase until his dad got wherever. It had been Paris, right? Yeah, he could do this. He looked up, his dad busy with collecting his toiletries. Danny made a duplicate, leaving it on the bed as he phased into the suitcase and then turned invisible.
Yes, this would totally work. He would hide in the suitcase and go along with his dad! It was going to be hard to stay still though. And he had no idea how long it was going to take. He had Jazz with him too. His dad exited the bathroom, placing toiletries in the suitcase. Danny had to put his hand over his mouth to stop some giggles from coming out as a toothbrush, hair brush, toothpaste, and more were put inside his invisible chest.
“Alright! All done! Do you want to play with your toys for a bit? There’s still an hour or two before I have to leave,” his dad said as he zipped up the suitcase.
Oh no. Danny had no idea if the duplicates could respond. Luckily, it did.
“Yeah! Heroes!” came his own voice.
Alright, it wasn’t great, but whatever. It would have to do.
The suitcase was hefted up and…
Danny wasn’t in it.
Thankfully he was still invisible!
“Why don’t you go to the living room, and I’ll be there shortly. Just going to put this in the main hall.”
Floating up, Danny floated behind his dad, trying to get himself back into the suitcase. It took a few tries (it was even harder because the suitcase was moving!) but he was eventually able to get back inside, staying invisible and intangible the entire time. He assumed they’d gotten to the hall when everything stopped. Then he heard his dad walk away.
Now… he just had to wait.
It was very dark, and very boring, but he amused himself by talking quietly to Jazz. He sang to her a little song about soup time, since the cramped dark space reminded him of it, of soup time. He had no idea how much time was passing. It had to be a lot, right? An hour was sixty minutes, and there were sixty minutes in an hour and sixty seconds in a minute. He could start counting? Would that make the time go by faster, or slower?
Then he heard fast footsteps.
Oh, had the time already passed that quickly? Was his dad already leaving?
To Danny’s utter shock, he felt the suitcase being tipped over, then zipped open, revealing the outside world once more. He stayed invisible and intangible, trying to be as still as possible. There was his dad, a thunderous scowl on his face, looking incredibly angry. His dad loomed over the suitcase.
“Daniel Thomas Grayson! Get out of there right now!” his dad hissed, the fury evident in his voice. His dad couldn’t possibly know he was there-
“Do not make me say it again,” his father warned.
Scared and worried, Danny dropped the invisibility, then slowly clambered out of the suitcase before dropping the intangibility as well. Once he was tangible once more, clinging tightly to his stuffed elephant, his dad grasped his upper arms and shook him ever so slightly.
“Danny. What were you thinking?!? What if something happened to the bag? What if you weren’t taken along when I went through the Zeta tube?!? Did you really think that I wouldn’t notice that that was a duplicate?!? Danny! I am… so disappointed in you!”
Danny began to cry, his core whining and quivering, begging for forgiveness. He’d disappointed his dad! He’d just been worried this morning about being bad, and then he’d had a stupid idea and it had gotten him in the worst trouble yet so far! So much worse than that first day when he’d been super tired!
“Those tears aren’t going to sway me. You’re going in time out, mister. Now get up,” his dad ordered, still clearly angry.
Stumbling slightly, he stood, one of his dad’s hands still on his arm, the grip firm, but not painful. His dad led him to the sitting room, then to the far corner.
“You’re going to stay here and think about what you did. You have ten minutes.”
Obediently, Danny sat in the corner, continuing to cry. He’d wasted some of the time he had left with this dad! That thought made him cry even harder. He’d messed everything up! Danny had thought he was so smart, figuring out everyone’s secret identities, that he didn’t think he’d be caught in the suitcase. That was dumb of him.
Eventually his sobs subsided, his core calming down as well, till he was just sniffling and whimpering every so often. Distantly, he heard a timer going off, then his dad approaching. He glanced up from where he was sitting criss-crossed on the floor. Danny’s core trembled, fearing that his dad was still mad at him. Danny stood up quickly, ready to race forward and hug his dad. His dad would forgive him, right? And he’d get all sorts of cuddles? And they could spend the rest of their time before his dad had to leave together! And -
“Wait,” his dad insisted, his arms reaching out, keeping Danny at arms length, unable to hug his dad. “What did you do? And why was it bad?”
Was this a trick question? He had to answer right, right? Or else he would be kept here?
“Um - I - I hid in your suitcase,” Danny mumbled nervously.
“And why was that bad?” His dad asked again. Danny gulped.
“Uh, ‘cause I was trying to trick you into taking me along with you. And that wasn’t good.”
“That’s right,” his father agreed, letting go of Danny’s shoulders, “Now, are you going to try and trick me again?”
“No.”
“Good. Come here,” dad said, opening his arms.
No longer held back, Danny rushed forward, his eyes stinging. If he had any tears left, he was sure he’d have started crying again.
“Now. There’s only about an hour and a half left until I have to leave. So you and I are going to snuggle and talk. Because I’m going to miss you, and I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”
Dad brought him over to the couch, leaning back so he was stretched out along its length, with Danny on top of him.
“Are you still mad at me?” Danny asked, worried.
“No sweetheart. You know what you did wrong, you sat in time out, so I’m no longer mad. Time out was to make you think over what you did, and for me to calm down. It was for both of us. Remember how we talked about how emotions can be hard sometimes for adults too? Dad was having a hard time with his anger. It was important for me to take some time away to calm down, let myself feel the anger, and then let it go. My anger came from a place of fear, and worry. I didn’t want to say something mean because I was angry,” his dad explained, gently petting Danny’s hair.
“That doesn’t sound like you had a hard time with your emotions,” Danny accused with a small frown. His dad laughed.
“Yeah, it doesn’t sound like that, does it? But remember, I’ve had lots of practice, so I knew what to do. Usually, when you get really angry, it’s best to take some time to calm down, and that usually means walking away from what’s making you so mad. I’ve been reading about calm down corners, and how they’re really great for kids to go to to calm down and to learn how to deal with their emotions. Would you possibly want one?”
“A calm down corner? Um, sure? We can try it, I guess. Where did you hear about it though?” Danny asked, wrinkling his nose. Surprisingly, his dad blushed a little, looking embarrassed.
“Well. Your Uncle Tim loves to research. So he’s been sending me all these articles on child development and Power Points that he’s made about raising a kid and how he’s going to be a great uncle. They’re good resources,” his dad admitted.
“Why do you need them though? You’re a great dad, the best!” His dad grinned, leaning up to give Danny a kiss on his forehead.
“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that, little bird. Love you Danny.” Danny’s core thrummed happily, and he smiled.
“Love you too dad!”
The two stayed cuddled on the couch, his dad eventually encouraging Danny to drink water. Apparently it was always important to do that after you cried. Dehydration. That’s what caused Danny’s headaches pretty much after every time he cried. Time was not on Danny’s side, as all too soon it was time for his dad to leave.
It didn’t feel real. It felt like an out of body experience, hugging his dad one last time before he walked into an area of the house Danny hadn’t really explored since playing Hide and Seek that first day. All he knew was that Grandpa Bruce’s study was in that direction. His dad would be Zetaing to wherever he was going, through the Batcave. Even though Danny now knew, they didn’t want him to find out where that was.
It was hard, staying in the hall with Uncle Jason. It took everything in him not to run down the hall after the retreating back of his father. Danny gripped Uncle Jay’s hand really hard, although he was careful not to use his super strength.
“You wanna make brownies with me?” Uncle Jay offered. “Have you had those yet?” Danny sniffed.
“Yeah. Sure. No, I haven’t had them,” Danny croaked, his throat all scratchy.
These next three days were going to suck.
Notes:
Poor Danny. But hey, he did act out kinda. Also, kids do tend to push boundaries to determine how much they can get away with. He got a little overconfident after letting everyone know that he knew what all of their hero personas were.
Also, I was really spoiled and two people made fan art for this fic!
There is this wonderful piece by Impy’s Sad Obessions over on Tumblr! It’s the scene where Danny and Damian are painting. It’s fantastic!
There is also this one by Inky-wings on Tumblr. It’s Danny and Jay cooking! It’s so adorable.
Thank you, as always, to the wonderful Harthic for betaing my fic! If you’re interested, come check out my other fics on ao3!
Okay never mind, ao3 isn’t all fixed because it is being repeatedly shut down by religiously and politically motivated hackers through a “DDOS” attack. So that’s great. Good luck to the ao3 staff that have to deal with this issue, we love and appreciate you!
In the meantime, I have a few suggestions for readers during these trying times. It seems like ao3 has brief periods where it functions, so I would recommend that people find long and complete fics they’ve been wanting to read. Then download them because we have no idea how long this will be an issue, or when the site will be down again. The way I do it is by downloading them as a pdf on my iPad, and then saving it to the files app so they’re all in one place.
If you don’t want to download things you could also just open up a tab with a fic and click the “entire work” button so you have the whole thing opened already. You can do this with multiple tabs.
Alternate sites like fanfiction.net or wattpad are always an option as well, but I’m not that desperate yet.
Hope this helps! And once again, thank you ao3 staff for fighting to keep the site operational.
Everyone should ALWAYS be downloading fanfic in EPub format and NOT PDF format and this is why:
cowboys be like "nah that feller is just a companion to keep the trail a bit less lonely & a lot less dangerous" & then ride funny in the saddle the next 2 days
Don’t mind me…I’m just thinking about how spiders are naturally talented and skilled weavers and they know how to weave their webs and even make functional, stylish homes and nests and whatnot.
So maybe that’s why Spider-Man knows how to sew his suits. He inherited that trait from the spider and just instinctively know how to weave his suits. Maybe. That’s my explanation for it.
I've seen this before, but it's been years and it just came across my Twitter in its dying days. The words are from a favorite author of mine, Maggie Stiefvater, and they are the words I most need to hear when it comes to dealing with chronic pain and illness. I didn't need this the first time I saw it, six years ago. I need it now. Maybe you do, too.
PEAK brother behavior, like they are SOOO annoying <3 i would do anything for them to interact again
John Wick Chapter 4 Spoilers Without Context
fun new executive dysfunction hack that might work for you? I've started to narrate my actions in my mind as though i were the subject of an anthropological documentary. I'm taking down xmas decorations right now and the narrator in my head (who is british and posh. obviously.) is like:
"despite the atheistic spiritual beliefs of the family, the christian holiday known as 'christmas' is an important cultural event. So important in fact, that decorations remain on full display a full month after the religious ceremony itself. Now, on the 3rd of February, a full day of labour has been designated to the exodus of all christmas related pageantry. The eldest daughter of the family takes on the bulk of the work, performed in silence, and with great focus."
and hot damn if it isn't working
