I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
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this disability pride month, stop making jokes about people in wheelchairs standing up or walking.
can I stand and walk? sure, for a short while and with pain. the consequences for trying to be out all day without a wheelchair are that I'll be in bed for the rest of the week, too tired and in too much pain to move.
but the government won't give me my own wheelchair because they have the same attitude as these jokes - I can stand up, so I don't need one. exercise is good for you, you should walk!
it keeps me trapped in the house, unable to do anything more than short stints anywhere without borrowing or hiring a wheelchair - one that causes me pain to sit in and relies on someone to push me (usually with difficulty), because they're not going to have a high-end chair for that sort of thing.
it's not a miracle that a wheelchair user can stand or walk. it's something we should aspire to see more often.
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love at first sight
[ID: a painting of three silos seen from below with a silhouetted person in the corner, and an outdoor staircase connected to it which is intertwined with a heart & cardiovascular system painted on the right side of the canvas. piercing the anatomical heart is a heart-tipped arrow. a few white hearts with red borders are drawn by the silos & in the bottom is red text that reads: "squeeze me, shrink me, suffocate me!" End ID]
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It really is incredible the way succession will keep showing you just how amoral and callous the Roy kids can be and you'll hit the point where you start to question why you're even watching anymore because they're all just so awful, and then they'll do something so pathetically human and broken that you can't imagine ever looking away or not caring anymore. The writers always seem to know exactly when to stop and it's genuinely stunning.
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hello! i really hate doing this, but my state has been going through the worst flood we've had in over 80 years, and i just spoke to my dad on the phone and he told me there's a high chance the water might've reached the ceiling in our house — and if it didn't, it still reached pretty high anyway, as we've been informed —, which means there's a very high chance we lost everything (or almost everything) we own, except for the things we could pack up and carry with us when we evacuated. the area where we live is completely flooded and the roads are closed, and although i managed to make it back to my hometown before things got too bad and am staying at my mom's house where it's safe for now, i'm still dreading the moment i have to go back, and i don't know what we're gonna do and how we're gonna start rebuilding our lives.
so if you're able to donate anything at all (literally anything helps), here's the link to my ko-fi (e se vc for brasileire e quiser doar pelo pix, pode me mandar mensagem que eu mando a chave em pvt)
if you can't help financially, reblogging this post is also really helpful!
thank you and stay safe 💜
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