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DPxDC Prompt where when Danny experiences his portal accident, instead of falling back into the basement, he's instead dumped unceremoniously into the streets of Gotham through a natural portal.

In Amity, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are mourning their presumably-vaporized friend/brother, while the Fenton parents are facing legal action for their negligence.

In Gotham, Batman is trying to figure out what to do with a meta child who is freaking the fuck out.

remember when you used to be able to play snake with the… hold on what’s it called

hmm. don’t think i’ll be calling it that. anyways i was gonna say remember when you could play snake with the buffering circle on youtube but. now i have other concerns

The first time Danny sees Dick Grayson he calls him Tata.

Danny, in his Ghost Zone travels, befriended the Flying Graysons. John and Mary like him so much, that it started as a joke, sort of.

"Ahhhhh, the son we never had! Welcome!"

"My little Robin's long lost little brother, come, come!"

And it morphed into him jokingly calling them Tata and Daj. Then it wasn't really a joke anymore.

Then the Observants inform him that as far as Ghost Law is concerned, they're his Ghost Guardians.

This means that Danny has two sets of parents; Jack and Maddie on the human side of things, and John and Mary on the ghost side of thing.

So when he sees Dick Grayson, who looks a lot like John, it just slips out.

This leads to a very awkward stare off in the middle of a coffee shop.

Danny has no idea how to explain himself.

sorry just

~~~~~~

Dick slid out of the coffee shop, heart pounding a mile a minute, and caught a glimpse of black hair as it darted into an alley.

His phone was against his ear before he even realized he'd pulled it from his pocket.

"Dick, I'm a little busy, is there something-?"

"I think I have a Sailor Moon situation!"

"I don't know what that is."

"But I do! Grayson, how old is your child?"

"Child?" Bruce's voice cracked.

"Teenager! Black hair, blue eyes, hasn't grown into his limbs yet! I scared him away and I'm trying to find him again!" Dick shouted, rounding the corner and meeting the panicked teens eyes for a very brief moment.

Then the teen turned and did a flawless Amanar flip off of the dumpster, latched onto the bottom of the fire escape, and did a kip to get himself fully on it.

It was a little difficult for Dick to do one handed, but he mimicked the kids moves and started climbing the fire escape after him.

"Grayson, update! Have you found the wayward child!"

Dick was about to answer, having just reached the rooftop, only to see the kid run full tilt to the edge of the roof, jump off, grab a metal pipe, and pull off a perfect quadruple flip to the other building.

"Holy shit that really is my kid!"

However, by the time Dick reached the other building's fire escape, the Sailor Moon Grayson was gone.

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Danny was fucking mortified he'd just called a random dude Tata and then gotten chased and so he couldn't go invisible.

He was never talking again.

He was never going to go out in public again.

He could never be seen in Bludhaven ever again!

Dick once he eventually catches Danny: This has to be a Sailor Moon situation, I'm the only living Grayson that could have taught you that

Danny: yeah the only LIVING Grayson

Dick: ???

Danny: ok listen I you're getting a bigger existential crisis than you bargained for

(Worth remembering, the name Robin came from Dick's mom's nickname for him. Just like the uniform is based on his performance costume. So...)

Danny: Wait, living Grayson? Oh! You're Robin!

Dick: What? No! Why would I-

Danny: Yeah you are! Now I know why you look just like Tata. You're Bobbin Robin! Um... Dickie, right? According to Ghost Laws, you're my big brother!

what if i just rest my eyes for a second

what if i just check out whats going on under this cozy blankie for like a minute. two minute

oh no

well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object

maybe the reason one refuses to stop and the other refuses to move is because they both long for the collision

Exclusive: Discworld TTRPG in the works by studio behind Fallout wargames

Modiphius, the studio responsible for tabletop adaptations of Star Trek, Fallout, and more, is working on a Discworld TTRPG.

Having secured the rights to the beloved series with an agreement from the late author Sir Terry Pratchett's estate, Modiphius is already at work on a Discworld roleplaying game "around the city of Ankh-Morpork and the wider Disc." This will hit Kickstarter later in the year.

Read more here.

THAT I CAN DO. Here's baby damian with his baboon

HE'S BACK, BABY

EA-NASIR IS HERE FOR US, RIPPING OFF CAPITALISTS

AS PER MY LAST TABLET

Ea-nasir coming to be regarded as the new god of amusingly dishonest business practices is such a glorious illustration of human nature. I love it!

Men like to believe theyd be great in apocalypse scenarios but they dont even know how to sew

Some male friends of mine were once talking about how useful they’d be in an apocalypse, and I pointed out that as a weaver and sewer and maker of stuff, I’d be pretty damn useful and they tried to tell me they could just loot clothes from WalMart and they’d be fine. As if WalMart has endless supplies without weekly deliveries.

So just last night a friend of mine was talking about who he’d round up in the event of a zombie apocalypse and how I’m his go-to farmer on account of I know how to keep an entire homestead up and running and we’re talking about what kind of resources I’d need to keep a colony of about 50-ish people alive and i bring up what all goes into processing wool for clothing and such and he just kind of stops me like ‘wait, wait, we don’t need to do all of that because we can scavenge for clothes we don’t need to be able to make them’ and i’m just like, ‘dude, that works in the short-term maybe but if this community is going to be sustainable you’ve gotta have people whose job it is to make clothes and blankets and shit’

also cloth rots pretty quickly when left exposed to the elements and after the first few years or so anything we manage to scavenge isn’t going to be wearable anymore and anywho we’ve got to teach the kids everything or they’re not gonna know what to do some decades down the line when everything’s too rusted or rotted out to be of any practical use anymore, etc etc, and he’s reckoning that things like woodworking and smithing and ranching are more important than say, cleaning or cooking or dairying and meanwhile i’m just smh may all the gods have mercy on this poor fool

He also balked when i brought up how to run a laundry and what all was needed to make everyday shit like soap and toothpaste - like dude, you think this is going to be all about hunting and scavenging and being neato manly-man drifters like in the walking dead let me teach you a thing about keeping a village alive and healthy for more than a week man most of it is shit you keep thinking is non-essential on account of it being “women’s work” or “simple chores” that’re actually pretty labor-intensive and take time, training, knowledge, and practice to do successfully, let alone well, and are 100% absolutely necessary work in order for you to have any reasonably good quality of life after the world ends

Dudes think the apocalypse only lasts for six seasons and a movie

Can we add medical care to something that’s also woefully overlooked?

We’re going to need to make antibiotics. We won’t have most diagnostic tools available. We won’t have an easy way to sterilize things.

And of course, we will need gauze and thread to treat injuries properly.

All of these get forgotten entirely. But most humans will die of infection rapidly. You will need medical providers. Hell, delivering babies is dangerous and you will absolutely need midwives and obstetricians, and they might need to do C sections.

If you don’t have actual wings to escape Crete with your son, home-made is fine

No It Isn’t