So... Ghosts are made of ectoplasm and emotion. And one of the ways a ghost generates the ectoplasm they need to continue existing is through emotion.

So in theory, ghosts could heal eachother by ANNOYING eachother.

Thus implying:

Jason: Ough. Tired.

Danny: Last assignment really took it out of you?

Jason: Yeah. I just feel drained as hell. Maybe I'm gonna go take a nap or-

Danny: Mathematically speaking, some infinities are larger than others.

Jason:

Jason: Fuck you. Fuck you, and your math, and your stupid technicalities, and your-

Jason: Wait, why do I feel better

Phantom and Red hood screaming profanities at each other. Then people who know (other heroes they work with) claim they are the closest friends but imagine if everyone else in the world, villains included, think they hate each other’s guts. Like the personification of ‘kick you while you’re down’.

Then Harley Quinn walks in on the making out sloppy style and records it for the internet, confusing villains and civilians everywhere.

Making out also raises your emotions. Just different ones 😎

Now no one can figure out if they're actually together, or are just using that as another way to feed. (it's both)

Danny throws Gotham for a loop by making the Red Hood a bottom.

Nobody expects the big muscular crimelord to be a massive fuckin' sub. Or the TINY space nerd who exclusively wears hoodies that go down to his knees to be a dom top.

And yet, Danny has Hood's legs around his waist, and VERY MUCH has him pinned. Jason is significantly vocal, and is clearly into it. His neck is fucking COVERED in lovebites. Danny is just holding Jason up, entirely on his own strength and making him whimper.

It goes fucking viral before getting taken down due to being too explicit, and Bruce gets to know far more than he ever wanted to.

Jason: Hmm... Our height mismatch kind of makes hugs awkward. I wonder if it's awkward for Danny..?

Danny: I can smush my entire face into his boobs every time we hug and he doesn't even think it's weird and it's fucking AMAZING.

Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3

I know a lot of emphasis is placed on a naked body.

Burlesque shows are a teasing display, peeling off bits at a time. Strip clubs, strip tease, strip poker. It's the slow dismantle of that damned clothing, the one thing in the way of seeing the naked form in all its clothing.

But my clothing is armor. A knitted breastplate and wool, pressed cruisses. They keep me safe from the touch of unwanted textures and hands. They make the body look good. Peeling it off piece by piece just makes me feel like a naked bird, the loss of beautiful plumage.

Will you still call me pretty when my clothes come off? Will you rub circles into the soft skin of my exposed underbelly the same way you feel the fabric of my sweater? Will you still want to be pressed close without the buffer of soft polyester and cotton?

Clothing is an Armour. It hides and shields from all that watches, though rather ineffectively. They still see the shape of my breast, my fatty sides, my slouched shoulders from too heavy chest.

I can hide my imperfections, or I can highlight them in a way that flatter my personality and stature. I don't know what others would choose.

But I do wonder, will there come a day when I will be without a cloth upon my skin, as if mother born, and there would be no malice from a gaze upon myself.

Because I feel like I have a nurturing body, that of a carer, and I would like for you to take a rest upon my stomach, where I'm softest of it all, and hold no ulterior motive, except for dreams where you did the same with your own mother.

I was not created to be a part of a passionate embrace, but mother's caress.

Francisco Goya - Boy Staring at an Apparition, (1824–25)

GUESS WHO FOUND their Tumblr password after 2 years ...me

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

Reblog if you're a writer who doesn't use AI.

Do not go gentle into that good knight. He likes to be fucked much harder than that.

Valid

Dead on Main Omegaverse

Jason is having a brothers day out with Dick. The once a month they let the other in on their inner most thoughts.

“So any thoughts of dating?” Dick asked, setting a beer in front of Jason before sitting with his own.

Jason snorts, “An alpha wouldn’t want me.”

“Come on Little Wing,” Dick insists, “a traditional alpha would like the fact you cook and take care of kids well. A non traditional alpha would love your independence and resourcefulness. What’s not to like about you!”

“No alpha wants an omega that can break them in half.”

900 miles away Danny Fenton sits at Nasty Burger with his friends. He was the only alpha in Amity Park that weighed 180 pounds soaking wet.

“Look, there might be someone outside of this small town that likes small alphas,” Sam tries to point out.

“Yeah,” Tucker backs her up, “statistically you’ll find a better match in a global city like New York or Gotham.”

“I did qualify for a Gotham U scholarship,” Danny says. Tucker grasps Danny’s shoulder and shakes it while Sam slaps the table excitedly.

“See!” She exclaims, “already looking at the bright side! We’ll help you pack, set up a dating profile, and plan rogue attack escape routes.”

“Oh! And catch you up to speed on the bats—”

Danny smiled sadly as his friends talked about to do lists and must haves. He’s grateful for them but he knows that there’s no omega out there that would want an alpha they could push over with their pinkie.

oopsie i tripped and spilled my link to archive dot org's downloadable copy of Microsoft office suite for 2007, which features no AI tools and is a powerful word processor that still holds up just fine on windows 10!

reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

We’ll find you Amanda.

world heritage post

I HAVE to reblog this eleven million note post. That’s the most notes I’ve ever seen on tumblr. Also my name is Jade, not Amanda.

Not Amanda.

Do y'all ever read a fic so good that it makes you want to elevate your own craft and also befriend the writer? It's almost like, "Hi! You write so well that you've inspired me to embark on a creative training arc. Also, can I yell about the character in your dms because you get it?"

"i don't comment on ao3 because i don't wanna be annoying or weird" skill issue + you greatly underestimate the power dynamic here, writing multi paragraph comments is like feeding a bunch of deeply insane and possibly starved ducks at the park and watch them go completely mad over having received a piece of bread

Pls comment cause it's life juice

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

As I swear, So MOTE IT BE

Writers, here’s your reminder that you should be doing warm-ups!

Athletes need to warm up. Musicians need to warm up. Artists need to warm up. Heck, I even have to play a few matches in video games before I get into a groove every day.

Warm-ups help you get into the right headspace, give you more control of your actions and word choice, get you comfortable in your physical setting (eg: with your keyboard, notebook, tablet, or whatever you're writing with), and spark creativity.

Even if you don’t think you have spoons to write, sit down and do a couple warm-ups. If you still don’t want to, that’s alright. But. I think you’ll be surprised how often they help break that ice.

5-15 minutes is all you need. I personally set a timer for ten minutes each time and do not stop writing until the time is up. Your warm-up can be anything at all so long as it gets you writing and starts nudging those creative juices.

Here's some common warm-ups:

I've officially rambled far too much, but I hope that helps even a little bit. Live well and write often, my friends. Best of luck to you <3

Ooh! Ooh! I LOVE THIS IDEA. gbless