#GET FUCKING WRECKED YOTES
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H O L Y FUCK?????????
#THIS IS PAYBACK FOR THAT OT LOSS#GET FUCKING WRECKED YOTES#THAT'S KRAKEN HOCKEY BABY#kraken lb#seattle kraken
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Justice League never helped Amity Park.
Why?
They genuinely didn't need any help, it was one of the most normal and safe town in America.
Other than Jack Fenton on the road hazard but it's not like he can break walls with his orange jeep, is it? It's too little to get JL on it.
Okay, so what does Phantom do right outside of the Watchtower drinking Capri sun? Is it related to how horrified Flash is, running around meeting room like he tries to wear down the floor?
Why yes, absolutely. You see dear traveler, Ghost child is just not from this timeline.
He is from the other one. The intense one. The one, where Amazonians were at war with Atlanteans, where there was no line Batman wouldn't cross, where doctors Fenton didn't stop their research after their dearest friend had accident.
Yeah, that's the one. One that Barry created by saving his mother and the one he allegedly destroyed.
How do they tell the stressed ghost child that timeline he lived in ceased to exist?
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Maybe I'm not clear enough but yeah. Phantom is from other timeline but as I heard, Dan shoved time medalion into Danny's chest so now our boi has wonky relationship with time. When Barry erased "wrong timeline", Danny got yote into his time and was confused. Like, one day he wakes up in the middle of the nowhere because of some shit and isn't even surprised at first but then realises something is off. Especially when he gets to the nearest town. Things are all sorts of wrong, like:
There is less ambient ectoplasm in the air.
Meme references are just not right.
There is no supernatural war.
Nobody is trying to post mortem murder him for being a ghost.
There are a lot more heroes and the ones he knew are different, like, why is Batman suddenly so much against killing?
So he goes of to find Amity and see which one's of the ghosts bullshit he has to clean up this time, only to see his city... Normal? Happy even? No broken pavements or anti ghost tech? No teenage stans? No alive food? His parents are more of the local handymen than mad scientists?! There is SECOND HIM, who isn't a ghost in the slightest?!
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED AND HOW DOES HE FIX IT?!
Because yeah, this world seems nicer than real one, but he just can't stay here. Ghosts are probably wrecking havoc in his Amity again and he needs to get back now.
Just question is how, because it starts to look like whole new world and not some weird hallucination or Desiree doing her shit again. However so much things is similar that he assumes it's different timeline. He dealt with these before, once, but he managed. He just needed to find this Clockwork guy that showed up last time and learn what he has to do to fix it.
Wait, his parents here didn't made portal and Vlad didn't either because they're actually kind of trisome (ew) and he didn't have enough time. That's alright, Danny was raised in the shadow of the portal, he knew everything about it by heart. He could built it on his own.
Wait, portal needs and sacrifice. Can he use this world's himself as a sacrifice? He could probably ask these heroes for help but on the other hand he really doesn't want to do this to him. Being Phantom majorly sucks ass and he is jealous but he knows better than to destroy other his life over it.
Before he can resolve his dilemma, something he does pings Justice League's radar and Flash is send to investigate. Thank ancients it's him because allegedly other heroes wouldn't really get it. But it was Flash who somehow gets at least part of it, gives him a food and takes him to the space station (in space!). Now they have meeting about him and he has best view of stars he could ever imagine. Even though they're a little different than he remembers from back home.
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Hope you enjoyed this little idea and maybe can add to the shenanigans. Comments and reblogs are whole yours.
I hope I'm englishing correctly and won't see too many spelling or grammatical mistakes when I wake up in the morning
Have a great whatever part of day it is to you
#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp#time travel and different timeline shenanigans#danny is a little morally ambiguous in here#he actually considered half killing someone to get back home#because what would happen if he used himself as a halfa as a sacrifice?#would he die fully?#he can't afford it y'know#in his defense#his heroes aren't crystal clear either#he had no real role models#but he can have now#he is delighted when he learns there are aliens around#and they are mostly accepted#he didn't cry#shut up he didn't#but it feels good to now he won't be shot just for existing here#or at least not by everyone and not legally#:)
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Can I just
aaaaaaaaa
i need to stop going back
just in my head so i vent here
[every trigger warning in the book]
lets go
Uk was great
I started to become a person
Not a gnarled up robot
Was admin for Christian Union for a year
turned out they were weirdly sexist
Left
Marched in pride
Figured out what i thought i wanted to do
Kinda didn’t totally hate myself
Well sometimes shit sucked
Wrecked my ankle in the first week
cobblestones are a safety hazard
they really need ankle insurance
went to the gp
they don’t have xrays
went to a&e
(oh btw with £100 in my pocket down fast on taxis)
supposedly not broken but like
Purple
Got strep the next day
Back to the gp
Sick for two weeks and the flat started
calling me ghost
That was a time
And third year when mushrooms started
growing on the ceiling in the bathroom
Had to move out
House hunted by myself
Housemates were out of town
House offer fell through
Got really sick
Don’t breathe in mushroom spores
obviously
Got into our new place
A couple weeks before hand in
So
Ya that didn’t go well
And then
idk when
post move
pre quarantine
Let’s go with
I got taken advantage of by a “friend”
Got turned down on a job opportunity
Hooked up with someone to “erase it”
Boom, covid
Like, immediately, that’s why that hookup ghosted
Oh well
Supposed to stay in the uk for my Masters Degree
Had that ripped out from under me
By the university
That i WORKED for
Two weeks before my lease let up
Packed up my shit
Found a storage unit
Organised international shipping
thank God for local friends
Fled the country lol jk not really but basically
(one plus, travel ban let up in time 🤦♀️)
Enter: Kentucky
Enter: My parents
Could be worse
Survived them before, right?
Ya well try in a red state
Where I know ✨no one✨
Other than their friends
So
Isolated
And burnt out
Decided to stay through the holidays
jobs weren’t moving anyway
Christmas passes
Mid January mom nopes out
Didn’t leave
Thought my dad was gonna go next
He was drinking into disaster
it was scary
So i stayed
He was drunk through my birthday
Still stayed
But threw all the alcohol away
Then my aderall prescription got yeeted
yote?
whatever
lost my SHIT
Last person i was vaguely irritated at took full force
yikes
i
ya
anyway
Got out of Kentucky for a while
Started to recover
Had to go back to Kentucky
Worked for a little
That was a hot mess
Not my fault, management made zero sense
Bad timing
Back at home
Dad was sober
Minus grass and nicotine
Same
Coping
So i didn’t say anything to him about it
But it was a lot
Got back on aderall
kinda
tried
i mean
I tried
But i had no one
Except him
And i was exhausted
Am exhausted
So then he starts to loose it
Get to be impossible
So i lost it a couple times
Not crazy lost it
Not like with the soot stuff
But screamed
Yelled
Slammed a couple doors
broke a wall
(That was an accident, thing hanging on the door handle flung off and hit the wall 😞)
Then he lost it worse
So i slept with that bat
Lights on
Door locked
Then the cops came
So he was gone for 72 hours
So i packed fast
Got the pets handled
Got my route plotted
Left before he could get me
Not that he was angry yet
Still manic
Got to California
Cats hq falls through because im not boosted
So i had to find a new place for her
Then the internet thinks im a racist
When honestly
I was just in fight or flight mode
and ya i didn’t hear myself
or think through what the fuck i was saying
nearly enough
But i was terrified
And exhausted
And used to fighting really really hard
So
it was hard to turn that off
but they accused me of doing nothing?
where’ve i been?
why haven’t i done a hundred things more?
it’s not that i didn’t care
i was just busy trying to survive
am, i guess
fuck im reading through this and im still missing stuff
Oh btw went to the ER on the 28th with a kidney infection ✌️😜
30/05/2022
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Molly!Warden vs Amgarrak
Into Amgarrak we go
Molly: Okay. So. We’re stuck here until we can wreck enough shit to find an exit. Guess we should do what we can about your brother. Also ... notes. Huh.
Jerrick: What?
Molly: I’m not getting much out of this. People were going a little nugshit crazy in here. Which ... honestly doesn’t surprise me. Every time someone goes after golem-making, that someone goes nugshit crazy.
Jerrick: Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad.
Molly: Carridin got made into one and was so traumatised by it that he yeeted himself into lava so he didn’t have to live with it--
Jerrick: ...’yeeted’?
Molly: Yeeted. Yote? Yoted? I dunno. Anyway. Then there was Branka. Who ... you don’t even wanna know. Now this Doriak guy. I mean, close and continuous proximity to lyrium, whatever the fuck Tevinter taught him... This is going to get weird.
Jerrick: How ‘weird’?
Brogan: *in blue-shift mode* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Molly: Given the colourful forcefields and the look of your brother? ‘Colour-coded nugshit’ weird.
Jerrick: He’s ... alive, right? I mean, I see him, and dwarves don’t leave ghosts. Right?
Molly: Wrong! I’ve seen more dwarven ghosts than any other kind. Which makes sense, since we don’t go to the Fade. We go to the Stone, and ... well. *gestures very expansively around her*
Jerrick: So he’s ... not ... alive?
Molly: No, I’m pretty sure he is. We can go to the Fade physically. I don’t think he’s in the Fade so much as ... kind of ... shifted in between. That’s what these notes are saying, sort of.
Jerrick: So ... can we...?
Molly: Colour-coded nugshit mode engaged. Gotcha.
Amgarrak, blue-shift
Molly: So they left more notes and a lot of blue-shifted walking corpses. This is nugshit on another level and Dagna would be creaming her smalls in joy over some of this. And hey, there’s Brogan! Hey, salroka; what’s shapin’?
Brogan: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! RIPPING TEARING THING AAAAAAAAA!
Jerrick: ...Okay, he’s not normally like this. I bet it’s the lyrium.
Molly: I’m more thinking “ripping tearing thing”. I’ve seen good dwarves get driven to meeble by that kind of thing. Especially when you ram them into the spot where Fade and physical mesh. ...Though I guess I’ve never seen that before. I’m going to have to write a nug-humping research paper for Dagna, yeesh. Anyway. Dude. Brogan. I promise you I have killed weirder. Wanna get less blue?
Brogan: Wh-what else is there?
Molly: ...Purple, apparently.
Brogan: *meeble*
Amgarrak, purple shift
Jerrick: We’re looking for red. But the gems outside this door read green. And there’s nothing else green in this place that I saw.
Molly: Well, best to look around. There’s not exactly a map of switches, y’know, and I can’t tell if there’s a red switch here or what. Plus, if we’re going to have our big metal friend here, it’d be nice to have some more upgrades. I’ve found some spiffy ones, y’know.
Jerrick: And to think you didn’t want it.
Molly: I want them sentient, thank you. Now. Switch.
Golems: RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Jerrick: Oh nugfuck.
Molly: *looks around* Okay! Okay I have an idea! Just focus on one!
Jerrick: What, while the others pound us to a smear?!?
Brogan: None of you get to call me crazy ever again!
Golem: *dies*
Other Golems: *roflstomp*
Jerrick: Ow ow ow oh fuck STOMPY ow!
Molly: *stealths*
Molly: *hits green switch*
Green-shift: *happens, taking all the golems away*
Jerrick: ...what. The fuck.
Molly: Okay! We’ve got this! Slap a poultice on Stompy, rest up your stabbing arm, and in a couple of minutes, I’ll hit this again! If the dead golem doesn’t revive, we’ve got our strategy!
Brogan: D-did you ... just ... make the creepifying nasty of this place work ... for us?
Molly: I’m a Warden. Making creepifying nasty work for us since ... I think -200 or so Ancient! ...Also apparently originally Tevinter Imperium soldiers who renounced the whole thing, which ... makes a lot of sense, given the Joining.
Jerrick: And again. What. The fuck.
Molly: What, you think the Shaperate has the monopoly on history? Anyway, focus the other stone one when I hit the switch, okay?
Jerrick: You are so weird. But fine.
Eventually, red-shift
Molly: Why do you keep looking at me like that?
Jerrick: I just ... have no idea why you’re so good at poking these things and making them work.
Molly: Careful reading of the notes, and a couple of years of practice. Plus I used to make traps for the Carta. You get a sense for what to poke and what not to. Anyway. Since Brogan’s meebling has hit a fever pitch now--
Brogan: No no no no no no not here not here NOT HERE...
Molly: I figure we’re getting pretty close to where that lizardy thing was--
Harvester: *goes big and bipedal*
Jerrick; Brogan: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Molly: ...Oh please. I’ve taken scarier shits than you.
Jerrick: You ... are so very, very weird.
Molly: And that is why you wrote me. C’mon. It’s got spindly legs; let’s take ‘em off!
Jerrick: Okay ... blades ... not working so well...
Molly: *pokes switch*
Red-shift: *off*
Jerrick: ...Or ... okay, maybe blades work fine!
Molly: MAKING CREEPIFYING NASTY WORK FOR US SINCE -200 OR SO ANCIENT!
Stabnation: *ensues*
Finally, with the death of the Harvester
Jerrick: No! It can’t collapse! My notes! My research!
Molly; Brogan: YOUR research?!?
Jerrick: But I funnelled so much coin into this!
Molly: And you want to follow it up with your blood?
Brogan: I ... thought you came to rescue me, not just for the research...
Jerrick: ...Okay, I can’t take the big sad eyes. I’ll eat the financial loss; let’s go.
Molly: And I’d avoid this area for awhile. If that thing was breeding down here, I honestly don’t want to know about it. Let its hypothetical babbies get lost in the Deep Roads for awhile. Keep the darkspawn company. Give the darkspawn something to stab that isn’t dwarves. That’s a net win for the expedition, right?
Jerrick: I wanted golems.
Molly: You have a golem!
Golem: *is crushed by falling rock*
Jerrick: ...you were saying?
Molly: ......Stone rest you, Steele. You were a good companion.
Brogan: You named it?
Jerrick: It was a good companion? How?!?
Molly: Healed us, threw stones and lightning, and was conspicuously absent any meebling about eldritch horrors or research notes. I put Stompy in the same category, by the way.
Jerrick: Riiiiiiiiight. Thank you for helping me save my brother. And ... all right probably saving me from the crazy.
Molly: Any time. ...Well, okay, no, not any time. I would like to go back to my vacation now, please.
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Radical Emotions
Josh and Sam have gotten close since the disappearance of Hannah and Beth, and that makes things complicated for the reader, who has crushed on Josh for as long as she can remember.
A/n: Requested by @fahrenheit39! This is gonna be a miniseries because I like how this turned out. Sorry it took so long!
Warnings: strong emotions, conclusion jumping, and angst. No smut, sorry! This is really sappy. Like... you won’t find a tree as sappy as this fic.
For so long, all I wanted was to see Josh smile. All I wanted was to see him become playful again. I found myself longing for the days when he would run up behind me and scare the crap out of me, with that smirk on his face and that laugh looming in his throat.
Time after time, I wanted to forget what happened that night. I wanted to forget splashing water on his face to wake him up from his drunken stupor only to tell him we had to find Hannah and Beth. The look of desperation on his face when he realized the severity of the situation... it still haunts me. I wish I could unsee it.
But now, someone else is making him smile right in front of me. My best friend. Sam.
I noticed it sooner rather than later, but I almost wish I hadn’t noticed it at all. Josh started hanging out with her, talking to her more. I would often text Sam and ask to hang out to receive that text, that damn text that made me want to scream. ‘I can’t, Josh needs some support.’
Support.
What was that? Support... it had to mean something else. It had to mean more than Sam talking him through what happened, keeping the demons of his mind away, telling him it would be alright. It had to be more. When Josh and Sam were together, it often felt like I was third wheeling, like I was floating around in their orbit, Josh was clearly so deeply into Sam that our friendship didn’t matter anymore.
Was it something I had done? The prank on Hannah, I hadn’t been involved. I had walked away, told everyone how childish it was. Because it was, and look at what it had caused. The rift in our once content circle of friends had become massive.
Josh was a wreck. And it killed me to see it, to see him like that. Even with his meds, he was sad. That grin had less power, his jokes weren’t as funny but I laughed anyway because he was Josh, and Josh was perfect to me.
Even if he had the stability of a house on a pin needle, he was still Josh and he still made my heart flutter. His eyes still made goosebumps over my skin, his voice made my hair stand up on edge.
His scent was intoxicating too. Josh smelled like lavender, patchouli, hemp, and musky cologne. Those scents had become my favorite a long time ago, because of him. I found myself diffusing lavender essential oil in my bedroom, burning patchouli sticks, and using hemp-based shampoo just to bask in a taste of what it would be like if he held me.
I soon realized why he smelled of lavender and patchouli after doing just a minute of research... anxiety, grounding. Those two scents were fantastic for keeping yourself grounded in reality when delusions or anxiety started to boil over. Josh had smelled like this for a long time, he had anxiety for a while. And it made me sad to realize it.
It was hard to pull myself out of bed. For the first time in years, I turned off my diffuser and stopped the flow of lavender into my senses. It would probably take years to get the scents out of my room, for so long I had kept those smells close to my mind, to my very soul. For so long I drowned myself in lavender patchouli and hemp, how could I get my soul to unlatch from them?
I almost felt sick to my stomach thinking about it. It physically pained me to even fathom losing things that kept me happy. Losing the closeness Josh and I had, had hurt too. But maybe it was time to let go.
When my phone vibrated, it almost startled me, and I was thankful I was already on the toilet. It was a text from Sam. I didn’t even have to read it for my heart to drop to my stomach. Did I want to read it? These days I expected it to be the big announcement... something about her and Josh being official.
Without looking, I held my thumb down on our conversation and deleted it, breathing a sigh of relief into my bathroom mirror... until the group chat buzzed. Sam.
That had to be it. It had to be the big reveal. I could see it all in my head, how everyone would be happy Josh was coming back to reality, how everyone would congratulate them and anger would boil in me. I didn’t want that yet. Not yet.
I swallowed hard, blindly thumbing through my phone as I left the group chat, and held the power button on my phone, turning it off... not today. I wasn’t ready for it, I was not ready to watch Josh officially be in love with my best friend.
Avoiding my phone? That was the easiest part of the day. But I couldn’t avoid my mind, that had no applicable power button. There was no delete function on the emotions I had for the flannel-wearing son of a millionaire.
How I wished there were. I wished it was that simple, easy to pluck him from my brain altogether and go on with my life.
Personal care... that would be the key to surviving that day. I took another deep breath, exhaling again and leaving the bathroom, shutting the door to my bedroom on the way to the living room. I had to avoid my lavender haven, my patchouli paradise like it was the plague if I wanted to keep my emotions calm.
Mentally I made a plan to try new essential oils and replace the filter in the diffuser, and maybe new incense. Perhaps... peppermint? My knowledge of essential oil and incense was very limited aside from... well, the scents Josh gave off.
I barely knew what to do with myself. I turned the TV on and scrolled through my DVR, and settled on reruns of (tv show), even though it made my heart drop. The last time I had watched this show had been with Sam the night before the trip to the lodge, before everything changed.
Ignoring the pain in my stomach, I started the show at the beginning of the first season, tossed a blanket over my legs and laid down on the couch.
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Bang! Bang! Bang! Ring! Bang! Ring! Ring!
I jumped hard, startled by the sounds coming from my front door. It was dark now, at some point I had fallen asleep... I didn’t remember which episode I had fallen asleep on, but now my DVR was off, the blue light of the screen saver mocking me in the darkness of the living room as someone banged on my front door and furiously rang my door bell.
Swallowing hard, I stood up, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders as I approached the door... I could see him through the window, the imprint of flannel and short brown hair.
Josh.
My eyes closed, as if they were pained by the fact he was there, even though I was confused beyond reason. I had no idea why Josh was on my doorstep. But I couldn’t stand there in the dark and stare at his distorted frame in the window anymore... I had to talk to him, he was right there.
“I’m coming!”
Pulling the door open, Josh walked in, making me step back a bit as he turned my hallway light on. His eyes were filled to the brim with worry, scanning me up and down before walking past me and looking into my living room.
“What happened? You yote out of the group chat, and no one heard from you for a solid seven hours...”
I tilted my head, pinching the brim of my nose. “Please stop using ‘yeet’ in the past sense, Josh...”
But it was clear to me that he wasn’t joking, Josh was purely serious as he turned around, his hands moving to rub down his face in frustration.
“You... you can’t do that. You can’t just disappear and not tell me why,” he scolded, and for some reason it hurt more than I anticipated. “So spill it. What the fuck?”
I groaned loudly, running my hand through my (y/h/c) hair and trying not to look at him. I could get lost in those eyes, the scent of lavender could draw me back in if I wasn’t careful... I had to avoid him.
“Josh my dad’s gonna flip if he comes home and I have a boy over...”
“Fuck your dad, (y/n)! I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s happening!”
Shivers ran down my spine in waves, I hadn’t liked hearing Josh yell, it always made me nervous, always told me how serious his issues were but this time... they were my issues he was screaming about, my problems, my inability to handle Josh Washington being in love with my best friend. I could feel the hot tears peaking in my eyes, threatening to spill out and boil over.
What was I supposed to say? Seconds of silence continued to pass between us, my eyes dropping to the floor. It simply hurt to look at him, to be so close to him.
Josh began closing the gap between us before I could try to move away, grabbing my face and forcing me to look up at him. I hadn’t seen him so distraught in almost a year, hadn’t seen him so desperate for answers since that fateful night everything changed... I had to tell him. He deserved to know.
My hands moved upward, grabbing his wrists and yanking his hands off of me, making his jaw drop softly, a look of shock on his face. I decided not to let him wonder why I had done that, and immediately spoke.
“I can’t handle the anxiety of wondering when you and Sam are gonna come out with it! I figured today was the day, and I shut myself off from all of you.”
His eyes narrowed. “Come out with what?”
Another groan passed from my lips, was he serious?! Josh had a tendency to be dense but this was more than I was expecting from even him.
“I’ve seen you two. She’s blown me off so much just to be with you. I’m not stupid and I’m not ready for it, I’m just not!”
Confusion washed over his face, he seemed to be putting together what I said in his mind, mulling it over, and trying to figure out what to say, perhaps how to let me down easy.
“Why couldn’t you handle Sam and I being together, (y/n)?”‘
I swallowed hard again, and the tears finally spilled from my eyes, hot and heavy, streaming down my face. I sniffled hard and could feel my breathing becoming jagged, the blanket falling from my shoulders as I tossed my hands up in defeat.
I had to tell him. I had to say it so we could move past it.
“Josh... That night... at the lodge, the night Hannah and Beth disappeared...” Could I do it? Could I finish my sentence, could I even say it?... I had to, no going back. “Beth was helping me...”
“Helping you with what, (y/n)? Just... just come out with it already!”
Josh looked like he was at his wits end with the whole situation, I couldn’t keep him in the dark for a moment longer about how I felt.
“She was helping me figure out how to tell you I loved you! Three shots in and I chickened out...”
I watched his face, watched it soften a bit, almost in shock, my most intimate secret on the table to the person it pertained to. Every second felt like literal hours, waiting for him to response, watching as he looked away from me and turned his head to the side, staring at the floor as if he was shocked.
“Dammit, (y/n)...” Josh cursed my name, sending chills down my spine. “I’m not, I’m not dating Sam, I’m not taking her to the bone zone, I’m not... courting her, whatever you’re thinking we’re doing that’s not it. I’m into someone else.”
I felt my heart drop to my knees, anxiety releasing itself all over my body, my chest swelling with heart palpitations. What was I supposed to say to that? How was I supposed to handle it? At least... it wasn’t Sam. That fact did make me breathe a sigh of relief.
“Well whoever she is... she’s--”
“You. She’s you.”
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