Okay, everyone.

If you can post something positive, do it.

We all need the reminder that things can be better.

Oh no…

Happy Halloween!

dang it, this is so good!

Danny’s clockwork emblem gets damaged and causes him to glitch and slip through time (think Loki tv show Time Slipping or Into the Spider-Verse glitching). Lucky for him it’s not too random, his sporadic time jumps and flickering in and out of reality is centered on this vaguely familiar superhero he remembered Clockwork mentioning and he doesn’t quite know why.

Wait, is he time slipping as Phantom or as Danny? And is it instantaneous to anyone watching him, or are Sam, Tucker and Jazz frantically pulling out distractions whenever Danny starts randomly fading in and out of existence around other people?

So anyway-

The first time it all happened so fast that neither of them really had any time to process it. Danny was simply gripped by the sudden sensation of sliding through nothingness as his very molecules stretched and squeezed through every iteration of existence. His perception narrowed to that singular sensation as it overwhelmed him.

And then there was a brush of something against his very being, molecules entangling with other molecules, equally disorienting as the immutable flood of Time swept them along.

Together, then apart, then together again, tangled, still tangled, trading pieces back and forth until the current sent them sliding through-

-and two bodies hit the ground, one a boy and one a man.

Danny (his name was Danny, he could see-hear-smell-taste again, he was WHOLE again) looked over and found a pair of equally confused blue eyes staring back at him from beneath the tattered remains of black mask. He drew in a sharp, glorious breath, preparing to speak but then he gripped once more, pieces of him sliding away as the man cried out in horror, reaching for him...

But he was back in the flood, alone once more, reduced once more to the basest essence as he was pulled-squeezed-stretched back through existence-

-and his head hit his desk, the solid thunk of bone on wood drawing eyes away from Sam's impassioned speech about the misogyny of The Taming of the Shrew. Mr Lancer barely looked away at the sound, too focused on Sam's points, and a few of his classmates snickered, but none seemed to notice his pale face and wild eyes. None except Tucker, who learned over to whisper.

"Dude, what was that? You looked like you were a glitch in a videogame for a second there."

"I don't know, Tuck," Danny managed to wheeze out, his mind haunted by terrified blue eyes and the man he'd left behind, "I really don't."

The second time it happened, Danny wasn't any more prepared, but at least he was alone in his room getting ready for bed when his hand began to slide in and out of existence before his eyes, sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller, sometimes ghost-toned, sometimes skeletal.

He only had a moment to panic before he was sliding-stretching-squeezing through existence again. The current spat him out into a desert, the air thick with smoke and the smell of destruction. Danny's first instinct was to get away from the fire he could feel blazing behind him, but then he heard.

A heart-shattering howl of grief cut through the smoky air. Danny whirled around and saw them; the man with the strange black mask, now whole and clearly a pointy eared cowl, cradling a battered, bloody and brightly dressed body. Danny gasped as he realized he could feel the boy's death in the very air; could taste his last moments of terror and shattered hope at the back of his throat.

The man's head shot up at the sound of his gasp and familiar blue eyes widened.

"Danny," the man croaked (how did he know his name?), voiced wrecked by the force of his grief, "is...is he...?"

"He's gone," Danny confirmed gently, guessing at the question the man couldn't bear to voice. Fresh tears spilled down the man's face and Danny felt his own eyes welling up in sympathy, grieving with this man for a boy he didn't know.

"Find him," the man begged, "please, please find him on the other side. Make sure he's...make sure he finds peace. Make sure he knows that I..." the man choked on fresh tears. Danny knelt at his side and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I...I don't know if I can, but I'll try," he promised, "if I can find him, I'll make sure he knows he's missed. That he's lo-"

Forlorn, devastated eyes met his as Danny was pulled unceremoniously back to his bedroom.

He stared up at the ceiling, the plastic, glow-in-the-dark constellations bringing little comfort as he silently wept, his heart aching for the poor man he'd once again left behind. Dust and smoke still clung to his pajamas, the only solid evidence that anything strange had happened. He hadn't even had a chance to ask his name, or that of the ghost he'd vowed to search for.

Danny turned over and screamed into his pillow, letting out all of the frustration and sorrow tangled up inside him. Once he'd let out all that he could and his tears had dried, he stumbled to his feet, heedless of the late hour.

If he was going to have any chance of finding that kid's ghost, he needed answers.

It was time to go and see Clockwork.

"You broke it."

Danny shuffled his feet and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Well, uh, I mean, technically, if you think about it, actually my, uh, my dad broke it."

Danny wasn't exactly thrilled to go from sitting in a booth at Nasty Burger to landing hard on his butt on a wooden floor, suddenly face to shirtless abs with the object of his conversation.

"What is it with your family and not wearing shirts?" Danny exclaimed, spinning around to hide his blush. The man seemed to find Danny's sensibilities amusing, chuckling as he lazily folded out of the handstand he'd been holding. Thankfully for Danny's nerves, he put a shirt on before moving to sit in front of him.

"Hi," Danny said awkwardly once he could meet the other man's eyes.

"Hi," he parroted back, still looking lightly amused.

"I'm Danny."

"I know."

Not exactly the answer Danny had been hoping for.

"And you are?" he asked pointedly.

"Bruce," Bruce answered.

Danny was nervous about when he might next have to see Bruce and face the consequences of his disastrous meddling. It turned out he should have been nervous about something else entirely.

The next slip happened in the shower.

"Got you a present," Sam announced as she slapped something against Danny's chest.

"Stationery, you shouldn't have," Danny deadpanned as he grabbed the flimsy notebook and attached pen before they fell to the floor.

"Your welcome," Sam huffed, rolling her eyes. "It's small enough to fit in your pocket so you'll always have it whenever you slip." She paused and waggled her eyebrows at him. "Unless, of course, you have another nudey slip. Can't help you there."

Despite how the last one had ended, Danny would have liked another relaxing slip where he just got to hang out with Bruce for a few hours.

That's not what he got.

What he got was a punch to the face.

Danny's next slip provided no answers, not least because Bruce couldn't talk yet.

Danny slipped into Bruce's nursery just in time to see a very industrious toddler figuring out how to climb out of his crib. Bruce was just wiggling over the edge, heedless of the fall on the other side and Danny reacted without thinking.

Before Bruce's inevitable fall, Danny scooped him up and lay him back in his cot before the contact sent him back to his own time.

He didn't see Thomas Wayne behind him, also rushing to his son's rescue, only to see his boy levitated back into his crib by some unseen force.

Thomas stood frozen in the middle of the room, trying to make sense of what he'd seen. Maybe Bruce had just fallen backwards into the crib? Very slowly? Bruce's giggles as he prepared for escape attempt number two shook Thomas from his stupor, spurring him back into action.

Yeah, Bruce must have fallen back into his crib, Thomas thought to himself as he cradled his son, his heart still racing. That's definitely what happened.

"Sooo," Jazz began as she sidled up to Danny where he was reading The Odyssey because Mr Lancer is a sadist, "how's the whole time travel thing going?" 

Danny plopped his book down on his lap and gave her a deadpan look.

"Oh, it's going great. Last time I slipped into him using the bathroom and then moved so quickly to get out of there that I accidentally slapped him."

"Yikes," Jazz commiserated, flopping down next to him, "I bet that was traumatizing."

"Yeah, for both of us. Poor Bruce is gonna remember getting slapped on the john for the rest of his life."

I forgot to post this and damn this post is getting long but I am an idiot who is committed to this format. So anyway -

(A Glitch in Time compliant in the sense that I've never read it but I know Dan ends up in a clone body and staying with Vlad)

Danny became incredibly grateful for Sam's gifted notebook, coming to rely on it as the slips began to blur together in his memory over time. It helped to note down events and people, along with estimated ages and general thoughts, just to keep everything straight in his head. It became something like a travel journal for him, and was also nice to read back over it and be reminded of everything he'd experienced with Bruce and his family.

Tucker tried valiantly to math out the frequency of Danny's slips in a vain attempt to predict their timing. He did manage to narrow down the window; Danny was guaranteed to slip within the next 11 to 52 hours of the last one. Considering that was just the shortest and longest gaps they'd noted between slips, Danny wasn't hugely impressed with that deduction. They seemed to happen entirely randomly within that 41 hour window, defying Tucker's every attempt at prediction.

Still, knowing he had at least half a day's reprieve before he had to slip again helped.

Ugh, so true. :)

Recently got Pokemon Legends Z-A, and I've been having a blast. Came across Corbeau of Rust Syndicate, and as I played that first interaction w him, I kept thinking about how he reminded me of Mordecai... So, obviously I had to do something about it. Drew the man himself as Corbeau ^-^

Tons of fun working on these, will most likely draw Mordecai in the full outfit later!

Screenshots I took for refs ↓

sometimes i say things on twitter and then make a little graph about it

what does this mean

moot what does this mean

So is mickeys dick smasher the new terminology for an inverted bell curve

@worldheritagepostorganization @hellsite-hall-of-fame

Calling that whole entire fucking Jamón Ibérico leg that goes for, according to the Costco website, $650 just "Costco ham" is the funniest thing I've ever fucking seen. They teach entire classes just on how to cut and serve one of these things correctly. It's some of the most expensive, top tier cured meat in the entire goddamn world, and if this is from Costco then it's also black label jamón ibérico de bellota which is the highest grade version. It can only be made in Spain or Portugal out of specific breed of pig(and for black label it has to be 100% purebreed, too) that is raised free-range and, during the last part of it's life, fed a diet exclusively of acorns. This is like calling a good cut of wagyu beef you got at the supermarket "Safeway steak" like. You're not WRONG but also HUH?????

so what you're saying is that the cat was completely justified

"biological" really just means "state enforced" at this point

"what is your state enforced sex?" "there are two state enforced genders" "use state enforced pronouns to identify students" "transition is against your body's state enforced purpose"

When some TERFs started saying "biological name" (instead of "deadname") it really said this out loud.

"Korra brought the air nation back"

I hate this take so much. She didn’t. YOU CAN'T FIX A GENOCIDE. The air nation, the air nomads and their culture are gone

Korra brought the AIRBENDERS back. Two different things. Air Nomads as a culture were preserved thanks to Aang and the Air Acolytes

Aang fought his whole life for this (and sometimes he gets hate from the fandom bruh)

Sofa sitting positions

I found it

This has to be like an ancient relic or something

A happy ending for all.

Shakra no

Insight

Last batch of doodles of the silkbride au so far…this time a little insight into Lace’s mind.

POV when you have to kill your fiancée (?) that you’re starting to slowly fall in love with to establish dominance over your mom (there’s nothing you can do to stop her from reaching the top of the citadel.)

star trek heritage post (November 8th, 2018)

@achillmango