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Today in high school,as I was going to my life skills class, I found a headstone of someone at the barrior of the English building and everything else, and so I picked it up and brought it into the bulding.
When I went into my class, everyone was confused about how and why I suddenly brought a tombstone into class, and so the teacher called the office to take it away.
It was supper heavy and now my and hurt like hell.
What’s heavier?
Gryffindor: Got a question for you. What’s heavier? A kilogram of steel? Or a kilogram of feathers?
Time ticks
Gryffindor: That’s right. It’s a kilogram of steel. Because steel is heavier than feathers.
Gryffindor’s Show!
Gryffindor: What do you mean?
Slytherin: They’re both a kilogram.
Gryffindor: But steel is heavier than feathers...
Slytherin: Heh. I know, but they’re both a kilogram.
Gryffindor:...Wha?
Gryffindor’s Show!
A scale holding both a kilogram of feathers and steel stands before gryffindor. The scale is balanced.
Gryffindor: That doesn’t prove anything, because steel is heavier than feathers.
Hufflepuff: I know, but look. They’re both a kilogram. Right? So they’re the same.
Gryffindor: Ok, but look at the size of this. *points to the huge bag of feathers* That’s cheating!
Slytherin: *laughs* No, they’re the same weight!
Hufflepuff: *also laughing* it’s a kilogram!
Gryffindor: But steels heavier than feathers...
Gryffindor’s Show!
Ravenclaw examining the scale.
Ravenclaw: They’re both a kilogram.
Gryffindor: Oh no...oh, no, you, ah...no...
Hufflepuff: You alright?
Gryffindor: *sadly* I don’t get it.
Slytherin: Sorry...
Ravenclaw: Yeah...Don’t worry about it!
House Shenanigans
*Gryffindor sitting on the opposite side of the desk from Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff*
Ravenclaw: *reading Gryffindor’s resume* Says here you’re proficient at fighting ghost?
Gryffindor: *feet kicked up. Arms behind head* Yeah.
Slytherin: *looking over Ravenclaw’s shoulder* But...*looking up* This place isn’t haunted.
Gryffindor: *finger guns* You’re welcome.
Ravenclaw and Slytherin: *looks directly at the camera like Ben from Parks and rec*
Hufflepuff: Holy shit!
Don't we all love some chaotic siblings shenanigans at the gala?
Ah! The annual Wayne gala...
Every year, Bruce Wayne attempts to throw a normal gala.
You, know. The kind every other billionaire throws.
But somehow
Somehow
Something weird happens.
Whether Damian lets Batcow into the ballroom, or Steph sets off the sprinkler system, or (God forbid) Jason mixes laxatives into the cake; something always goes wrong.
And. It. Is. Always. His. Kids'. Fault.
It's become a running joke in the media!
"The Wayne Kids at it again!!! Read their latest gala antics below!"
Bruce just wants to jump into that bottomless pit in the Batcave...
Why WHY are his... lovely children like this? Can't they just give him some peace.
Of course not, Dick is sitting on the chandelier and everyone is staring.
Dick waves at him.
He can only stare blankly until Tim comes over and hands him a cup of coffee, Tim holding one himself.
Not really a typical gala drink, but he deserves it. Takes a big drink and almost spits it out. He give Tim and incredulous look.
The coffee is spiked.
He can't tell if it has monster, whisky, or a fucking 5 hour energy in it though.
Tim just shrugs and takes the cup back.
"More for me"
Cass walks over and gives him a pity pat on the shoulder.
God help him.
He loves these kids.
But God help him...
So, I wrote this fanfic here, it's a classic one of those where the League has no brain and has never met Bruce's children or even knows his identity, everyone thinks he's some kind of cryptid, and being the way he is, the bat never confirmed but also never denied the allegations, and then he bitterly regrets it when this leads everyone to believe that Nightwing is his husband, and the Batkids have a great time with this unique opportunity, later on I also intend to add Young Justice and the Titans to the pranks. I hope you like it!
Here is! But just to you know, the updates may be not coherents.
And this also makes part of a series named "Wrong dynamics" where i wrote those fics to traine and etc.
So, I'm in Las Vegas and we're going around getting boys numbers for prank calls. They ask me if I like any of the boys there and I got the amazing chance to say, "I have a girlfriend."
One girl fell to the ground laughing.
5 were in shock.
One ran to the other side of the arcade.
And 2 told me congratulations.
I love my girlfriend, she's my everything. I've known her for 9 years and she's my world.
What if, as he gets older and the need to explain how he got in somewhere, or how he got something, or how he got out of something gets to be so abysmally frequent that he just decides: fuck it. I’m gonna be that guy. You know, that guy that just Knows Weird Shit. That guy that just Does Things because he’s a little feral.
Instead of risking his identity and/or getting shot at as Phantom he just...becomes the delinquent that breaks into random places just to see if he could. Just ‘cause he’s bored. If they coincide with Phantom’s activities? Well. Phantom’s a cool guy. Maybe he’s got taste.
He’ll break out some card tricks, do a little invisibility, make a little telekinesis happen--just cool little party tricks in the middle of the day. Break into locked closets just to ditch class purely because “fiddling with his magic tricks is better than class” (and totally not because he’s out there fighting ghosts, no sirree).
Practices incessantly during lunch hours. Starts trying to break out of handcuffs in math class. A little bit of a routine with escape artist tricks applied liberally to get out of English class. Tries to see if a teacher can catch him in the act. (They never can, and it only takes a couple months for it to be purely on his skill, and not with a little help from his powers).
Loudly proclaims he’s trying to hunt Phantom, but not to “rip him apart,” just to hang because Danny thinks he’s really neat.
Imagine that being Danny’s best fucking cover, cause at this point, whose gonna question why Danny is standing right where Phantom just disappeared to? Danny probably broke in just to stalk the poor ghost. Jesus. He’s been in weirder places for weirder reasons. He once pulled a rabbit out of some kid’s ear. His reason?
“I just thought the coin trick was so dull. Plus, you know, bunny ears? ...No? Too much of a stretch? Yeah I thought so too. Oh, well. Back to the drawing board I guess.”
Isn’t this basically how all fanfiction plotting turns out? XD
14 chapters (???) of chaotic worldbuilding/plotting later, and my brain has decided I want to fit intergalactic space travel into this damn kinda-a-prison-au fic. Where? I'm not sure. Will I fit it in? Damn right I will, as a treat.
Freddy Freeman is the type of guy ask Billy to hold his crutch, pretend to fall over, then scream “HE STOLE MY CRUTCH!!!!” in public.
Love fics where Batman’s identity is revealed as Bruce Wayne and the JL is just not connecting the dots.
But I need a fic specifically where the JL is in a situation where they have to lay low in a safe house or whatever for a few days while they figure out their next move and Bruce just takes off his cowl without explanation and somebody looks up to see BRUCE WAYNE in their secret hideout.
The entire JL: *tired from fighting and crashing in the nearest safe house to hide out in for the next few days while they figure out their next move*
Batman, putting a lot of thought into it: ‘well I don’t want to have to wear all my body armour and my cowl for the next few days, and I trust these people with my life, so I think I can safely take my mask off and reveal my identity’
Batman, without a word even though he should probably say a whole speech and explain why: *takes his cowl off and silently continues with his work in the corner of the room*
The ENTIRE JL: *doesn’t notice*
Someone, probably Hal Jordan: *looks up to see BRUCIE fucking WAYNE sitting in the shadows of their top secret hideout*
Hal:
Hal: WHAT THE FUCK
The JL: *freaking out because why is a civilian billionaire in the secret safe house and how did he get in without the worlds strongest and smartest heroes knowing?*
Also the JL: WHERE THE HELL IS BATMAN????
Bruce: *politely sitting in the corner, still working while he waits for someone to ask him a question instead of incoherently screaming at each other about him*
bros before hoes.
what else can i say?
Brain: what if-
Me: No Don't I Already Have Too Many WIPs!
Brain: Kon/Danny with Danny being an accidental sugar daddy except its mostly just letting Kon crash on his couch, feeding him and giving him cool things that Danny built.
Me:....Fuck
Regular D&D sesh
sibling:(using bird whistle filled with water) what happens if I use the other end?
Bird whistle: shoots out water from whistle part.
Bonus: sibling does this again in the mirror so they can make a drawing of this experience
Bonus bonus (prequel): in my head: bird whistle sounds like a sci-fi gun firing at me. Imma pretend to dodge
@doritoplayz-xi is sibling
Danny, whose been dealing with this for about a month now and is just annoyed: *Tiredly groans* Why, must you torment me this way.
Jazz, definitely the one who opened the door: *Wiping tears from her eyes*
The batclan: *Le confusion*
They do not, in fact, tell him.
They instead make it a game of "Get down, Mr. President!" and dogpile him from perceived threats. Threats like the toaster. Or Dash Baxter. Or Mr. Lancer. A stray cat that walked out of an alley. A fight with Skulker.
A bird.
The worst bit is, even the GIW and his parents have stopped attacking those specific ghosts, because it's far more interesting that beings that mimic human behavior have picked up a childs game to mimic.
So he'll be home, at the kitchen, and with an almighty cry of "GET DOWN MR. PRESIDENT" one of the three ghosts will launch themselves over him dramatically.
There is not escape.
The security system in his house has been programmed to ignore them.
His parents love the opportunity to talk to a ghost, and are starting to go back on their "all ghosts are evil" thing.
you are amazing
there is truly nothing like mcrp with people you have never met irl and probably never will to make you say the wildest shit
^-^
are you excited for tomorrow?
yes i am!!! i am nervous but intrigued... and also am noticing the fact that the name of the event is the freezing temps for C and F sooo something with the cryochambers which is. EXTRA concerning
SOUP
Blake: What is this?
Yang: Soup. Ruby and Jaune made for me.
Blake: It smells good. Can i taste it?
Yang: I would not.
Blake: Come on, it cant be that bad.
Yang: Its not bad, its delicious. *She takes a spoon* Its just too...
*Blake put her mouth on the spoon, drinking it. Suddenly...*
Blake: AAAAHHHHHH *Spitting fire*
Yang: ...Too Spicy.
Blake: I NEED MILK!!!!!!!
Jaune: *Watching with Ruby in the Kitchen* I told you we shouldnt put that much Hot sauce.
Ruby: But Yang loves it hot!
Blake: AND I DO NOT!!!!!!!
My OC is a lot like Joyce Byers in that her child is missing and we should all be very concerned for her mental health.
Another common trope for fan made Deltarune Secret Bosses is a corrupted Ice-E boss so here's Sl-Ice-E
An old animatronic for Ice-E pizza who use to serve pizza and smiles until a strange (kinda purplish black) man (strange guy really) approached and tampered with him
And he acted out and ate a child and got cancelled
He now what's be free of this alter ego
I saw this cool theory about Jevil representing ADHD and Spamton representing Autism so he represents DID having a disturbing alter ego inside his code
He uses pizza cutter blades as weapons and roller skates with pizza cutter wheels
He randomly adds hyphens into sentences because it's kinda funny yo
If you haven't gathered he's very FNAF but slightly colder