I Made Myself Sad Thinking About Tim Being Alone At His Home When Growing Up And Only Having Someone

Today, for some reason, I feel very happy, full of energy, today I participated a lot in class, today my friend did not come, but I did not feel alone, today I talked to them, I didn't feel upset, today feels so good, today feels so light, nothing special has happened, yesterday I took a nap in the afternoon, is that the reason for my happiness? My energy? It feels so good, I feel so good to sleep what I need, not much, not little, just what is necessary, or maybe just what feels right, when was the last time I felt like this? When was the last time I slept properly? When? ........... It does not matter, today I feel good, today I am happy.

Avengers 2012

After Loki was captured and placed into the cell

Thor went into the room to talk to his brother

"Loki." Said Thor to get his attention.

"Yes, brother." Said Loki to his brother

"On a scale of Arthur to Godric, which is the stupidest at the moment." Said Thor, making those listening confused expect to those that knew about the wixen world they were wondering where Thor was going with this.

"Godric, tired to tickle a dragon, Arthur tired to kill Morgana." Said Loki with no hesitation

"Oh, your mind controlled." Said Thor as if it was as simple as asking a question.

"How." Said Loki with a broken expression to his brother and let his glamour drop to reveal bruises all over him in various stages of healing

"Because Salazar tickled the dragon, and Morgana and Arthur never tried to kill each other." Said Thor, giving his brother a look

"Oh right, that was during when you and Sif were playing Noble's." Said Loki in realisation

"We asked if you wanted to be a noble, you said, and I quito 'I want to prove myself to the meddlesome mortals,' so blame yourself for not being a nobel." Said Thor to Loki

"HEY, I proved myself they still worship Merlin to this day." Said Loki to his brother

"I heard someone say Merlin's saggy balls not even an hour ago." Deadpand Thor to his brother who shudder at Thor's words

"Why are they talking about that." Said the disgusted Loki.

been reading world's finest comics and fell in love with superbat co-parenting robin dynamic. that's litcherally their son

I am more used to talking to older people than to people my age, I am 15 years old, and of all the friends I had of my age, currently I am only in constant contact with one, however, when it comes to adults, older people in general, it is easier to talk, I guess it's because in my family, I was one of the youngest, most of the people around me are much older.

That's also why I'm used to hearing conversations about politics, disputes at work, corruption, economics, history, there's also the fact that my dad is a man who is already in his 70s, I think...... Anyway, adults are, to put it one way, very serious and literal when speaking, or at least the ones I grew up with, that's why I tend to take literally everything people say to me, I don't understand sarcasm, I don't understand jokes, I don't laugh at jokes, I am used to speaking politely, bad words are frowned upon, I guess they gave me a good habit of being polite, but unfortunately they did not teach me the habit of making an effort.

I am spoiled, this fact is confirmed to me today, I literally ate out of my mom's hand, first of all, to clear things up a bit, I don't know how to eat crab, I understand what to do I guess, but I can't do it, we don't eat crab often so there's not that much need. The thing is that my mom made seafood soup, which was really good by the way, and she saw that I had the crab untouched, she asked me why and I told her I didn't know how to open it, well, did I learn how to open a crab? Not really, I just learned how to get the meat out of the claw. And I found a funny bone in my soup, its texture is really funny, like plastic I think, I cleaned it well and I'm keeping it.

Headcanon of Dick hiding in Superman's cape whenever Batman isn't around.

Whether as Robin or sometimes even as Nightwing, he doesn't hide from danger... He just covers up because he can and because he's comfortable.

He's like, his other dad, so, He feels comfortable being with him, obviously when he can't hide under Batman's cape, he uses Superman's... Clark even started wearing a slightly heavier cape because Dick liked weighted blankets (which is why he loved Batman's cape).

(When he was the only kid hero and was with the League, it wasn't unusual to see other members wearing capes, just to give themselves the pleasure of having little Robin sit next to them and hide under their capes).

Me, calmly explaining why I don't answer a question from an acquaintance, we are supposedly friends, I don't really consider her as one, but as an acquaintance with whom I can have a chat, nothing personal:

■: You calm down, I don't want a fight./('te me calmas' para los que saben español)

Me: I'M LITERALLY EXPLAINING WHY I DON'T WANT TO TALK BADLY ABOUT HER OR MY OTHER FRIEND BECAUSE OF HER QUESTION OF WHO IS WORSE BETWEEN THE TWO.

She spoke to me as if I were a dog! I didn't even speak in a loud or rude tone of voice! She even insulted my other friend that I'm talking about because she was calmly telling her what she thought about her (which was absolutely true), telling her 'the fuck do you care?!', I should really get away from her.

Thinking of making a DPxDC Twitter AU, but I have several projects, over half a dozen asks in my inbox, multiple unfinished works, and I'm struggling with formatting, god gave me ideas but not enough to execute them.

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I’ve spent the past few months attempting to figure out a framework for Ghost Physics in the Danny Phantom universe? Enjoy my crazed scribblings.

Cliff notes version: The Ghost Zone is our dimension’s 4D “atmosphere,” absorbing harmful trans-dimensional radiation. Ghosts are made of the Ghost Zone’s version of matter, called ectoplasm, a substance capable of 4D motion (video explanation of that), “toggling” how physical forces (esp. electromagnetism and gravity) interact with it, and storing huge amounts of energy. A ghost’s unique nervous system and encoded body plan (the ecto-signature) remains in the upper energy levels of the Ghost Zone at all times, remotely controlling their body. Danny can chemically change his body between ectoplasm and regular matter, and has both a normal physical brain and an ecto-signature.

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Hi just a short bit of an idea I had, totally non cannon, I basically had an idea and rolled with it,

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Danny Fenton had died and no one even noticed, no one even cared. At 14 he had stepped into the portal and he died, and he lived. He died a thousand times, and he lived. He was a halfa, a curious being one from myths. No one noticed, and he continued, to live, to fight, except he was dead. He killed Pariah Dark at sixteen. He fought with everything he had. He became a king, the ruler of the dead. But he was too alive for the dead and too dead for the living.

At sixteen he died screaming, he died a second time, and he did not come back. Danny Fenton died that day and Phantom remained, and no one mourned either of them. He escaped, he ran, and he gave up on the living. No he served the dead. He gave them peace. He mourned them. He solved their deaths and laid them to rest.

Perhaps he looked strange, but no one asked why he wore black, no one questioned his affinity for solving cases, they never did notice he was merely talking to the victim. He wasn't some genius detective. He was a dead man walking. He was asked for help eventually, a cold case in Gotham he was asked to take a look at, and he complied, he took the case, and smiled at the shades. 

And the shades smiled back and they watched him with curious eyes. They were quieter than other shades Danny talked too, they didn't care about their murders they cared about their avengers. The Gotham shades didn't want revenge, for they had been avenged, by Dark Knight.

Really it was funny the way they talked about him, they were so terribly fond of him. Red Hood would be even more popular if not for the fact that he killed some of the shades. And those shades raged and whispered and plotted.

Robin had a good reputation, but the newest robin, he was fearful, he snapped and hissed, he was angry. Red Robin, who laughed and talked, who was ever so calm, he had the best reputation among the dead.

Even though they talked about the bats and birds, they still talked about their deaths, they gave him names and faces. It was a week after he'd come to Gotham that he finally reached the shade he needed to talk too. He didn't smile, he never smiled when dealing with the dead. "Pleasure to meet you, Tim Drake Wayne isn't it?"

The shades head snapped up, and Danny stared into icy blue eyes, "My name isn't Wayne!" he spits. Danny however is barely listening, the only thing he can think about is the domino mask on the shades face. Scratched and marred, covered in blood.  

"I  suppose not," Danny agrees still staring at the ruined suit, "I suppose this case is a dead end, assuming you died as robin?"

"Please, as if I was ever Robin, I was a place holder," he scoffs, "But who are you? Or perhaps what are you? After all you can see me and I'm dead," He asks curiously. 

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Yeah not cannon at all, idk if I'll continue it but it was fun to write,

edit: oof the grammar in this? I like half edited it and am now cringing,

Bye :)