CHECK OUT THESE GREAT SOUNDS ON MY HOME ORGAN. VIDEO 2.
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Please reblog if you can, I'd like to get as many different results as possible!
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Do you guys notice how when Shawn Fain, president of the United Auto Workers union, started planning a general strike, he did it by a) targeting his messaging towards unions with the ability to safely and effectively strike in large numbers, b) laid out a clear, actionable plan for those unions to follow (setting contracts to all expire at the same time, since many unions cannot strike while under contract), c) is using union contracts to set clear, actionable demands that can be met in order to gauge success and provide an end goal, and d) started organizing FOUR YEARS before the proposed strike date to give people the chance to plan accordingly, because it takes a really freaking long time to get tens of millions of people organized?
You notice how he didn't do it by slapping a message on Twitter saying 'hey nobody go to work on Monday, that'll really show 'em'?
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Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!
"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.
All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.
Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.
"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was rode up on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.
The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)
The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.
"Jason Peter Todd,
You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.
Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.
Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.
You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposable and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.
Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.
PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.
I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.
Ah, one more thing.
The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."
Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.
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CHECK OUT THESE GREAT SOUNDS ON MY HOME ORGAN
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#Danny Fenton is so done
In light of your recent repost, I'd like to see what you do with the above tag, please!
"I DON'T NEED A DEAD GUY!!" Danny howls, ice swirling around the room. "What the hell???? I'm already dead?? What's a dead guy going to do for me that I can't do for myself?!?!"
"My Lord—" the cultist chokes out, voice rasping with cold. His fingertips and lips are slowly turning black. Danny can't find it in himself to feel badly about it. The body in his arms is slowly cooling— but if Danny can get it cold enough, maybe, just maybe, his heart will slow down enough to get him some help.
Please. Please let it be in time.
"I'm not your lord!!" Danny shrieks— some of his wail slips out, and human cultists go flying. Some of them are smart enough to flee.
Not all of them, though. Those, Danny freezes in place with his eyes, because he can't let go of the bleeding teen in his arms.
He can't. He can't let go.
This summoning will be the last one. Most of them before this had been sleepovers and slumber parties and silly games and backyard rituals— but if that implied that he was summonable, if that caused this, they will never happen again.
Danny feels something pull on the injured teenager. There's someone in front of him, and Danny doesn't know them, and they're not in medical gear. They're a threat.
He opens his mouth and SCREAMS.
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