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Cam & Ma$e been in rare form this week with the silly takes....
They were clowning about Draya & Jalen Green…. they may not know sports but their takes are hilarious….
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#cam&039;ron#draya michele#it is what it is#jalen green#jordan poole#mase#maurice clarrett#podcast#Sports#stat baby
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Sen City aka SL-99 "Freeee" Starring Mr. Cam'ron and Donnadadondodda
yo.... those commercials are 🔥 🧲
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Something about how physically small Ellie looks in this episode just makes it all so much more intense. How little she is curled next to Joel, how big the rifle looks when she holds it, the way David is able to pick her up so easily. The contrast in the size of their hands when he's telling her that she, a 14-year-old, is his only equal, and how tiny hers look when she wraps her arms around Joel; the way his coat reaches her knees when he drapes it over her. Every second the camera spends on her is forcing you to look at how young she is and it just makes it all so much more awful.
#honestly hats off to bella ramsey they deserve an emmy stat for this episode#also proves the point that the problem with the way teens/young people are shown on screen isnt just that they're played by actors much#older but that everything about the way they're written styled and framed wants you to see them as 25 year olds instead of babies#bella is obviously on the younger side of 'older' casting but the show is actively trying to make her look like a child and it works#the last of us#tlou#the last of us spoilers#tlou spoilers#the last of us episode 8 spoilers#ellie williams#ellie tlou#joel miller
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Health and Hybrids 👽👻💚
[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]
[Here's part one or whatever. If I feel like making more I'll make more and/or post it to ao333333.]
💚👻👽👻💚
The world is on fire, and Danny is burning.
The GAV is in shreds; wherever he’s crashed, there’s no way to determine up or down. He’s entombed in wreckage. Everything is on fire and everything burns, and it takes Danny all his strength to peel himself from where he’s contorted around the driver’s seat chair, to drag himself through the twisted metal and shards of glass with nothing but his hands and his tears.
He hurts.
It hurts so badly.
He crawls, because he can’t tell if he has legs or a tail right now, and is too afraid to find out he can’t walk by injuring one of his legs permanently. It’s hard to see through the smoke and the tears. He can’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe even if he wanted to.
There are instincts unique to being dead. Danny can’t tell up or down, and he can’t tell where he is or remember how he got here, but his core tugs him towards somewhere dark. Somewhere cool. Somewhere enclosed, even—even better, so Danny can curl up and sob in peace.
Danny wedges himself into a dark corner, curls himself up as much as he can, and lets himself drop into his core.
*
Something is touching him somethingistouchinghimsomethingistouchinghim—
Danny pops out of his core with a scream. No words. No coherency. Everything hurts, and all he can do is scream.
Someone is touching him. The thing touching him is body-shaped. Human-shaped. Danny screams higher, louder—some part of his hindbrain knows that if he screams for real then there won’t be a human but there will be guts and gore and blood, but Danny’s too tired to scream for real, and too weak. His scream is only enough to send the human sprawling back instead.
More humans take the place of the first. Danny keens, fights back a sob—when another tries to rouse him from his hiding spot with an exposed hand, Danny flashes his teeth.
The human flinches, but doesn’t go away.
Danny feigns a fanged bite. The figure jumps back. Good.
He’s too weak to run. He’s too weak to walk through the walls of his hiding spot and dart away. His visibility flickers—probably how a human found him in the first place. He’s so tired. Everything hurts. But if he looks dangerous and acts dangerous, maybe they’ll leave him alone. They have to leave him alone.
Please, please leave him alone.
They don’t.
There’s something in his face. Danny doesn’t recognize the shape immediately, but eventually something clicks: a loop on a stick is a catchpole. The strangers are trying to capture him.
He’s so afraid of something else around his neck. His whole body racks with shivers. He can’t run. He can’t bite. Please, please, please—
It doesn’t latch to his hand. It latches to his wrist.
Danny is only peripherally aware of being dragged onto his knees, of being dragged into a container. By the time the doors shut in around him, his mind is empty of anything that isn’t fear and pain, pain, pain.
He drops into his core.
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Danny wakes up in a container.
It’s not the same container. But all containers are the same.
Danny screams. The soundwaves vibrate the glass until it shakes, slamming against the floor until cracks form in the concrete beneath him.
Still, no cracks form in the container. When he wails a second time, there’s no strength behind it. He just sobs.
He’s alone. He’s alone and he’s contained and no one is coming to get him. His transportation is in pieces. He’s injured and he’s scared. He’s so scared. Everything hurts. He wants to hide in his core and he wants to run away and he wants to slither through the wall and he doesn’t have the energy into any of it.
Danny curls up in a corner, hopes he’s left alone—or better, released—and hides.
He doesn’t know how much time passes before he hears a click.
…But he hears a click. Danny peeks open an eye.
There’s…food. He thinks it’s food, anyway. Oatmeal? It’s in a bowl and it’s beige and it’s on a tray on the ground.
Danny sniffs. …The last captors hadn’t offered him food. They hadn’t thought he’d had needs, or that they ought to feed him.
It’s a miserable, aching feeling when he thinks this is a step up.
There’s a flimsy plastic spoon on the tray. When Danny jumps on the bowl, devouring the contents as quickly as his body will let him, the spoon goes down the hatch with the gruel.
Danny falls back asleep in the far corner of the container miserable, cold, in pain, and injured. But he falls asleep full.
It’s a luxury to not be hungry.
*
There’s a click.
Danny ignores it. He’s not hungry. He’s sleepy. His body is trying to conserve calories and metabolize new ones. He doesn’t want to wake up.
The oatmeal goes uneaten.
*
There’s a click. Danny’s eyes crack open.
Apparently he’s been asleep for a while, because there are three bowls of uneaten oatmeal on the ground, waiting for him. All are in varying stages of crusting over.
Whatever. Free food. Danny wolfs it down anyway, and tucks himself back into his corner. He’s almost him-shaped again. His human traits are slowly returning, cell by cell, piece by piece. He can almost feel the fractures he knows he’ll have in his legs!
…Wait. Wasn’t his container opaque?
It’s…not anymore. The walls are clear. Danny can see—or, well, until he gets his eyes back, can sort of feel—the room around him, and the trace presences of the beings who occupy it.
It’s a lab. Danny knew it would be, but his core still drops down, down down. He had been praying he’d never see a live specimen lab ever again. He certainly hadn’t wanted to see yet another one from inside the cage.
Humans come and go from the lab. Most are in white coats and pants, but they’re not GIW. Or, well, they’re probably not GIW, anyway, considering that they’ve been feeding him. The guys in white never think of his needs, since they don’t care if he Ends or not. There are monitors that fuzz and warp in his not-vision with details he can’t make out on screen, but knows instinctively that the monitors pertain to him.
And to his capture.
There are some visitors in odd colored suits. They talk. The colorful ones don’t approach him, but they…watch.
No one approaches. Good. Danny will bite them if they do.
With the see-through window, Danny can see the bright-suited blob shove a tray of food through a slot in his container.
It doesn’t fall to the floor, though. There’s a little mechanical thing that brings the oatmeal and flimsy spoon to a safe rest on the steel floor.
…Alright. Bone appetite. Danny’s hungry, and food is food. He pours most of the bowl straight into his stretched mouth and scrapes the rest in with a spoon.
More of his wounds are sealing. Healing. His core doesn’t throb so horribly with pain. The cracks in his soul are smoothing out. With consistent food and rest, Danny will be able to actually mount an escape.
Good. Danny licks the flecks of meal from the edges of his mouth. Good.
When he naps, this time, it’s on purpose.
Soon he’ll be healed enough to leave.
*
The clear window doesn’t go away. Danny’s poor sight doesn’t improve, but he can see people come and go. Danny’s never truly left alone. There is always at least one brightly-colored human around (or one dark, silent human), and an assortment of white-coated scientists milling about.
The clear window lets them see him, presumably. If Danny wants to escape, he’ll have to be careful not to be seen.
Quietly, so quietly. Danny slo-o-o-owly amps up the resonance of his core.
There are cameras. There must be. There are always cameras. Disrupting the electrical flow in and around his container is essential to getting himself out of sight.
The lights flicker. The human milling about all flock to monitors, silent voices coming muffled through the see-though walls of the container. Danny reels in his resonance just a touch—whoops.
But no one is looking.
Something twinges in Danny. Well…no one is looking.
Very, very quietly, Danny peels a relatively safe amount of ectoplasm away from his core. A Danny-shaped shadow forms, and, yeesh, does he really look that bad?
Whatever. There’s no time.
Danny turns himself invisible. He slips through the walls of his container, and leaves the lab to explore the base.
#the JL: uh. what the hell is this#the JL: I guess we can...it looks vaguely humanoid? Should we assume it's sentient? Let's get it to medbay— AH IT'S GONNA BITE ME#JL: Feral Baby Jail. STAT.#another Everyone in DP Is Dead Or Otherwise Inaccessible AU™#dp x dc#dpxdc#danny phantom#dcu#dcu crossover#cryptid!au#tw injury#tw medical#I guess#There are VERY enthusiastic doctors on hand at all time WAITING to slap a bandaid on him as soon as they figure out communication#in the meantime#allergen friendly nutrient gruel it is baby!
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everyone always complains about the big sparkly dead fish eyes of modern day beanie babies, but no one every talks about the REAL problem, which is the criminally low amount of BEANS inside of today's BEANie baby.
WHERE'S THE BEANS TY. WHERE ARE THE BEANS FOR MY BABY
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I'd love to see a drawing of Jason recovering, and Bruce showing his support 🖤✨ if he survived the Joker -- your work is amazing!
#jason todd#bruce wayne#jason survived Ethiopia#batdad#batson who needs tlc stat#and reassurance hes not about to be replaced#batfamily#prompt response#nga mihi <3#batinson#baby jason
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UB after meeting the most unhinged and in danger human they could get their hands on
#the vamps said they can’t age and the detective said you wanna bet#my tech stat is at zero baby let’s try to solve my problems that way#if there isn’t trouble the detective can just brew some up real quick#the wayhaven chronicles#wayhaven chronicles#adam du mortain#ava du mortain#nate sewell#nat sewell#felix hauville#farah hauville#twc Mason#twc morgan#twc adam#twc ava#twc nate#twc nat#twc felix#twc farah#twc detective
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I watch It Is What It Is everyday like I used to watch Worldstar.
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she’s a chronic pessimist she’s a blorbo she’s a meow meow but most of all.... she’s the tumblrina of all time i think
#needed to draw smth simple after that stupid train!!!! so here she is the girl of all time i love her so#went and looked back at my old drawings of her oughghh my literal baby... alice is offline quick someone get me some adoption papers STAT!!#osemanverse#tori spring#solitaire#heartstopper#doodles#art#alice oseman
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Baby Stats
With permababy skins confirmed to be on the horizon and templates already available, I wanted to quickly gather the stats on the popularity of each breed under the eternally youthful effect. You'd have a hard time selling a skin for a permababy when there's only a few hundred of that breed's babies in the game, after all. The stats are interesting! I've bolded top 5 most popular, and italicized the top 5 least.
All: 73,089
Abberation: 4384
Aether: 2347
Auraboa: 540
Banescale: 2139
Bogsneak: 1452
Coatl: 9366
Dusthide: 124
Fae: 1696
Gaoler: 7459
Guardian: 1811
Imperial: 4492
Mirror: 2740
Nocturne: 6131
Obelisk: 3616
Pearlcatcher 2038
Ridgeback: 865
Sandsurge: 496
Skydancer: 2868
Snapper: 5000
Spiral: 6185
Tundra: 1776
Undertide: 1787
Veilspun: 2510
Wildclaw: 1268
Coatls are winning by a LANDSLIDE here. Not surprisingly, they're widely accepted as Very Cute. Not surprising to see dusthide and auraboas so low considering they're both still very new, particularly dusthides. Little surprising to see surges are that low, but most of all I was shocked to see wildclaws make bottom 5!
#fr#I will be very curious to check these stats again after baby skins have been a thing for a while#i think we're gonna see a big increase in permababies#god knows im considering getting more now that they can get skins#and i know many others feel the same
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Dean in the bunker is something else… making his room all pretty, walking around in a robe (with no pants(important)) and slippers sipping his coffee, “im nesting” 🤨🕶️🤏 , making sam dinner and waiting for him to take a bite and praise deans cooking before he eats his own burger, gushing to sam about how nice his new mattress is (is that an invitation dean)…
He wants to be a housewife soooo bad (he’d be good at it too, dude is as maternal as they come)
#i haven’t finished season 8#hoping the wifey dean moments keep coming#spn#supernatural#wincest#samdean#dean winchester#hes so good with kids too (sans that ooc ep with the shifter baby)#me: eh mpreg kinda ick tbh#dean winchester: exists#me: actually scratch that… this man needs a pregnancy glow STAT
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