If you can't take the clowns, get out of the circus

But what if I wanna take the clowns out of the circus?

You can take a clown out of the circus. But you can't take the circus out of the clown.

give a man a circus and he'll clown for a day, but teach a man to clown and he'll circus for a lifetime

A clown in the hand is better than two in the circus

uhh, you can lead a horse to circus but you can't make him clown?

Does a Clown shit in the Circus?

Only if you put all your clowns in one circus

When in the circus, do as the clowns do.

We’ve opened a whole can of clowns with this one.

Not my clowns, not my circus.

circus and clown waits for no man...

Clowns of an alley troupe together

a circus divided against itself cannot clown

Curiosity killed the clown. The circus brought it back.

Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy

Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE

Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted

Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying

Call me old school but having to search for a book or some sort of information is actually a part of what feeds our hunter gatherer instinct and letting a rando guide you through content is uh… not wise

Snail drinking a dew drop from an acorn head 

Fun fact: snails can have up to 14 000 teeth - they are tiny and positioned on their tongue called the radula. 

effervescent

Meeting the uncle

Later: Danny hands Jason two small roundish disk shaped bloody bones. Jason knows exactly what they are. Jason: "Who did these come from?" Danny: smiles, turns on the news News: "Joker has been admitted to Gotham general due to having his kneecaps forcibly removed with a crow bar." Jason: feels equal parts pride and horror at his adopted son's behavior. "Let me get these framed for you to put on the wall." Later: Dick pops into the living room through the window, gets kneecapped by an invisible nephew he hasn't met yet. Danny: "Tell me who you are and why you are breaking in or I will take your knee caps." Dick: "A kid like you wouldn't steal knee caps." he says with a pained grin. Danny: points with the baseball bat to the frame on the wall. Dick: "My mistake." 'This answers one question I had and raises several others.'

The hero’s secret identity is revealed. Surprisingly, their enemies have enough honor to not go after their loved ones or lord over their personal life.

With very occasional exceptions, this is just Danny Phantom.

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A Funny Take On Summoning Danny, featuring another crossover

You've seen this. Danny gets summoned by the JL or JLD and they make demands. Now here's the humorous take, guest starring...

Danny looks at the assembled people outside the summoning circle that bound him to the location

Danny: I will not speak to you without my lawyer present

Superman: Son, that's not how this works

Danny: I will not speak to you without my lawyer present

Constantine: Kid, you can't just ask for a ghost lawyer—

A pink and green portal opens up and out comes a teen wizard with pink robes and green pants

Wizard teen: My client will not be taking questions until we establish exactly why he's being detained

Flash: Who are you?

Wizard teen: Timmy Hartman, his lawyer. Now, shall we proceed or shall I rescue my client from his unlawful detainment?

if i ever tell you "i cant possibly read a book in a day!" i am LYING. i am a FUCKING LIAR. because last night i read a 50k word fanfic in three fucking hours.

Danny, talking to Batman as Phantom: Trust me, I'm the least of your worries when it comes to my fraid in Gotham.

Bruce, narrowing his eyes while trying to figure out the threat: How so?

Danny: My sister is a huge fan of Har-sorry-Dr. Quinn's works and is inspired to go down a path as her as a psychologist. She's also one bad thing away from happening from also following down her path as a mad doctor.

Danny: My parents believe that you, your sidekicks, and your rogue gallery are all ghosts of some kind and want to capture you for experiments or tear you apart. And trust me, it is not fun.

Bruce, now worried: Wait-

Danny, still going: One of my friends is obsessed with plants and justice for the ecosystem. And when she got possesed by Undergrowth, she gained some powers to back it up. She also looks up to Poison Ivy and would definitely join her at the drop of the hat if she was asked. That, and Gotham is pretty much heaven on Earth for her. It had goth in the name!

Danny: My other friend is obsessed with technology and Oracle. He compliments your passwords and firewalls frequently. Calls them an exercise to make sure he hasn't lost his touch.

Bruce: Hang on-

Danny: But don't get me started on Wayne Industries. If he was here, he would've broken in and stolen all the tech for himself.

Danny: Dani might not stay long, but even if she did, she will cause trouble. Whether it's a few fights or a bit of graffiti, she will do something. Especially if you tell her not to.

Danny: And Dan? Well, I know how that will go, and it won't be a good thing if he's messed with.

Bruce:.....

Danny:.....

Bruce: And....and you?

Danny: Oh, I don't really care for Gotham. The skies are full of smog that you can't see the stars at night, and I hate clowns. The only reason I'm here is because Gotham University has all the classes I wanna take.

Bruce:.....I see.

Still can’t believe the Phandom gaslit ourselves into thinking so much that is headcanon is canon.

Ghost King Danny isn’t a thing, Wes Weston doesn’t exist, Ghost Cores are debatable, Red Huntress isn’t Valerie’s ghost hunter name, Bones is not Youngblood’s parrot’s name. Etc.

It just goes to show how powerful, creative and influential one person’s idea has spread amongst the community, many times, and I love that for us.

The Fentons might have settled in the middle of bumfuck nowhere but they did have quite the reputation from their crazy antics. It is well known that:

1. Atleast one of the partner pair is always built like a brick shit house.

2. They all have a time period where they pick up a ton of random skills and useless knowledge before settling down on their particular niche.

3. A person of Fenton descent will always fall for the most dangerous person around them.

4. A Fenton will always bounce back from anything. They can die but they cannot be killed by mortal means.

5. They have the bad habit of unconsciously putting themselves in harms way.

The traits mentioned wouldn't have been a problem if the heros found out about them however due to facts 2, 3, 4 and, 5 the Fentons were well known to the villains.

This leads to the situation Danny now found himself in after he tripped off of a rooftop and got hit by a car into a warehouse building.

Picking himself up from the rubble with groan and a crack of his back Danny took stock of his situation. The closest was a pretty lady that vaguely looked familiar along with a few goons and a dude in a bat furry costume with a bunch of people. The youngest was cosplaying a traffic light. A girl with a purple cloak. A girl in black was dressed similarly enough to the bat furry. Etc.

It looked like he interrupted some kind of fight and now they all just stood there uncertain of what to do.

The lady suddenly grabbed him by the collar and yanked his head down to her level as she examined him. "Oh fuck me sideways your a Fenton... If your here then..." She quickly let go of him.

It took Danny half a second before he could place her. "Oh yeah! You are that lady uncle Robby was pinning after, Shiv something."

The cosplayers all looked uncertain and he could feel the concern radiating from them.

"I am Lady Shiva and yes Robert certainly is something. First time I found a man I couldn't kill." The lady, Shiva, a fond look on her face.

"You got any allergies? Mom and dad's 30th anniversary is coming up this November. Just about the whole family is coming." Danny said giving her a piece of paper with the date and location.

"is Alicia going to be there?" Lady Shiva said as she gripped her blades tighter, a predatory smile on her face.

"I did say the *whole* family. Even Gruncle Ra is coming." Danny explained with a shrug.

"Yes!" Shiva exclaimed. "Between you and me I still don't know how Cheetah manages to pull your aunt."

"I try to forget. I just remember that they are banned from 40 countries." Danny said as he shuddered. After a quick glance at his watch he bolted for the hole in the wall. "Oh shit I have to go pick up my sister from Arkham!"

As he ran he distantly heard Lady Shiva yell "I'll be there and call me aunt Shiva!"

Batman is going to get that invite to the Evil Convention (for all that he knows, that's exactly what it is), even if it takes wrestling the God with only his left hand.

The first person he stumbles upon when he shows up there?

Clark motherfucking Kent, who's there because Fentons are literally the only people who would throw punches with him for fun.

More Danny and Sad Trench-Coat Man

Danny: You know what I’ve realized?

Constantine: Some thoughts are better left unsaid?

Danny: Nice try, anyways-

—

Danny: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but—

Constantine: Thats because your too short to do so.

Danny: ...Listen here you fucking—

—

Danny: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face?

Constantine: What?

Danny: You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that?

—

Constantine: Danny, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

Danny, wearing a jacket that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

—

Danny: Am I in trouble?

Constantine: Take a guess.

Danny: No?

Constantine: Take another guess.

—

Danny: Hold on, I can explain!

Constantine: Really? Can you now?

Danny: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

—

Danny, talking to Constantine: With all due respect, which is none…

My favorite flavor of Danny Phantom in the dpxdc universes is the ordinary on the first glance teenager who stands before an unimaginable, indestructible threat and throws his hands up to yell BITCH DO I LOOK LIKE I GOT TIME FOR THIS I GOT FINALS NEXT WEEK FUCK OFF and the threat retreats and crawls back where it came from

The sky outside the coffee shop had been darkening for the last few minutes. Tim hadn't paid much attention; a cloudy day in Gotham was more common than not, and rain was usually a safe prediction. Wrapping his hands around his hot chocolate, he smiled and listened to his boyfriend.

". . . and honestly, ghosts just don't like change. They're kind of frozen at their deaths. Not to say that they can't change! Dora took over from her brother and now everyone's pretty okay, with it, but . . . oh. Great."

Tim blinked as Danny's back straightened. Without transforming, Danny changed before his eyes; the smart, goofy guy with the chocolate mustache became a tall, hard-eyed man who'd just been pushed one inch too far.

(He still had a chocolate mustache.)

Sliding out of the booth, Danny waved absently for Tim to stay in place. Patrons scattered as Danny strode towards the door, yanking it open so hard that a woman's receipt fluttered out of her hand in the sudden gust.

"VORTEX!" Danny bellowed up at the darkening sky. "I HAVE FINALS THIS WEEK, AND IF I MISS AN EXAM BECAUSE OF YOU I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU TO CLOCKWORK IN EXCHANGE FOR A RE-DO!"

The boiling clouds somehow paused.

"DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!"

People shouted at the sky all the time in Gotham for one reason on another, but it was rare that the weather actually listened.

This time, it worked.

The clouds skidded away so fast that Bruce Wayne, in a meeting in Wayne Tower, suspected acts of supervillainy and quietly notified Oracle. Back at the coffee shop, an apologetic beam of sunlight shone down on Danny.

Danny raised an eyebrow.

The sun, freed from its cloudy oppression, spread its light to cover the street and beyond. Danny nodded sharply, then walked back indoors. People still moved aside, but the look on their faces was more awe than fear.

(Three miles away, the Signal squinted against the sudden brightness.)

Settling in opposite Tim, Danny grinned at Tim and finally wiped the still-damp chocolate from his upper lip. "Sorry about that. Where were we?"

YES

DPxDC The Witch and The Ghost

On the subject that came up in my recent post, in my head, Sam and Danny are constantly having beef with each other. But never seriously.

The thing is, Danny has a lot of issues with a lot of things. He is not dead and not alive and then somehow both at the same time. He lives with parents who literally hunt him for sport, even if they are shit at it. His godfather is another can of worms that he refuses to touch entirely. On top of that, there's school, and occasional bullying, and hormones acting up, and ghost problems to deal with.

Which is why Danny is frustrated most of the time. He does a good job at keeping it at bay and not snapping at people for the tiniest inconveniences - partially, it's because he knows that his mild snapping can possibly leave the recipient frozen in a block of ice and humans are prone to hypothermia.

So, Danny is putting a lot of effort into staying reasonable and calm. And he is doing a good job at it!

And then, there's Sam. Sam is used to arguing with her parents at any given moment over literally anything. Sam is an activist who can and will insist on coming out victorious out of any fight she picks at, be it the choice of a salad dressing or discussion of global warming. Sam has opinions and is not afraid to share - more like enforce, actually - them. What's more, Sam is liminal, and she can withstand a lot more blunt ghostly force than any other human being.

Sam and Danny are friends, there's no doubt there. They love each other, they support each other, they will quite literally tear the world apart for each other.

They also argue about every fucking thing on earth. They fight over whose turn it is to pay for burgers every time they get them - which is at least thrice a week - and over the best phrase to teach a pet parrot, and the difference between 'affect' and 'effect' used in context. They put some discussions on pause just in order to find and provide research, and then they slap each other with piles of said research across the faces and get into a fist fight over water pollution.

Sam treats it as a fun activity and maybe a test run for her other fights and discussions with other people. She doesn't mind Danny's frustration and his occasional violence in the slightest, knowing perfectly well that he is no danger to her, and if she asks, he would stop at once.

Danny, on the other hand, gets a great outlet to vent and release all his pent-up emotional baggage. Sure, sometimes their fights get gruesome, and sometimes they hold grudges for days, and sometimes they can barely tolerate seeing each other because of it. But he also knows that in the end, they are friends, they are fraid, and he is safe with Sam no matter what he says or how offensive something sounds to her. Because in the end, it doesn't really matter to her. Not more than him.

Tucker is just very chill with both of them. He doesn't bother sticking with any of the sides of the arguments, switching between them or not taking part at all. He knows they are fine. He knows they just like fighting, for some weird reason. To be fair, he also picks an occasional fight or two with Sam just for the fun of it.

Gotham in general, and Batfam specifically (or Justice League, if you want) are so not prepared for the three of them when they move out of Amity. Especially if there's also Dani and/or Jazz thrown in the mix to spice things up. None of them truly bother to keep from using their powers, albeit mildly: some little hex and jinx here and there from Sam, a frozen patch on the pavement to make someone slip from Danny, some minor hacking from Tucker, a prank or two using the intangibility from Dani.

It leads to a lot of very confusing situations.

Like Batman showing up to the recent Riddler scheme to find two random teens loudly arguing over the answer to the puzzle while Riddler himself looks completely given up on getting their attention back to the important thing. The important thing being a bomb with a ticking timer on it.

Or Robin finding two siblings brawling on the rooftop, growling and screaming, rolling around and kicking their feet. He is not quick enough to catch them from falling off the edge of the three-story building, but when he peeks down, the siblings are still fighting down on the street, seemingly not even noticing the fall.

Or Red Hood having his guns miraculously stolen midfight because three kids have decided to have a sharpshooter competition with the goons acting as target practice. He honestly can't bring himself to mind, though, they really are great at hitting all the kneecaps within range. He is rather grateful they haven't included his own kneecaps in the heat of it. At least their responsible adult - a very pretty redhead - had apologized and returned his guns back.

Spoiler absolutely loves it when, right as she is about to get caught in Poison Ivy's trap, two teens show up to simultaneously wrestle with the mad greenery with their bare hands and lecture Ivy on the imprint she is leaving on the ecosystem of Gotham.

However, Red Robin absolutely hates that someone keeps getting through all of his firewalls just to leave a few cheeky comments on his recent case files. It doesn't matter that they leave some valuable intel and provide a good conclusion as well, it's the principle of the thing.

All in all, Danny and Sam are the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object, but they trade and switch places constantly and they are most definitely enjoying themselves while at it.

Everyone else, though? That depends on the circumstances.