I Know Its The Mets, But This Is The Coolest Shit I’ve Ever Seen A Human Being Do

what if we took the kid from this post …

AND GAVE HIM THE BACKGROUND/PERSONALITY OF THIS POST

AND MAYBE WE CALL HIM GREG OR SOMETHING.

you guys made luigi mangione trend for days and I need to see the same energy for brianna boston. she is a 43 year old mother of three who ended a phone call with blue cross blue shield (after being denied a claim) “delay deny depose, you people are next” and is now being held under a 100,000$ bond and could face FIFTEEN years of prison if charged. she has no weapons, her record is clean, and yet she is being held behind bars. they are afraid of the public and are trying to subdue. do not let them!!!! be outraged that our freedom of speech is being threatened!!!!! deny defend depose! free brianna boston!

Danny, unable to get a scholarship due to his grades, has another plan for college funding. He's going to do an insurance scam.

It's easy.

He's a halfa, and he can slow down his own healing factor as much as he needs to. He learned how to do it to stop the school nurse from asking questions about bruises disappearing.

So he's going to get hit by a bus or car owned either by the city or by something owned by a rich person, ham it up since he's human on paper, sue, get money, and go get his education.

Problem.

He keeps getting saved by the Flash.

Or; Wally has never met anyone as accident prone as the guy that works on landscaping at the park, Danny Fenton, but now he does rounds just to check on the guy along with checking on everyone else who's safety he's invested in. Honestly, it's getting concerning; even his regular villains, if they see Danny walk nearby, will stop whatever crime they're committing to safely escort him to wherever he's going.

Every night a beautiful spectre named You've Got Kudos appears and haunts me with the knowledge I should be writing fanfic

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

REMEMBER THAT POST WITH CINDERELLA WHERE HER DRESS CHANGES TO THE COLOR OF YOUR BLOG?

THIS ONE DOES IT TOO!!

I found a bunch more!!

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Story was just posted to Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, and AO3 yesterday!

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@boohoobeach you asked to be tagged if someone wrote about this prompt

Jon Kent, current Superman and son of the ORIGINAL Superman, may have just panicked and done something stupid.

Ghosts are, apparently, not sentient in the eyes of the government.

Ghosts are, apparently, actively hunted by the government.

His new buddy Phantom, who helped him fight off Metallo, is actually a legitimate ghosts, and now there's a lot of weapons pointed at him.

Jon, unable to really see straight anymore, maybe, perhaps, just a little bit, panics.

"You can't shoot him, he's my pet!"

The GIW agents freeze.

"He's your what?"

"I'm your fucking what?"

Jon needs to stop talking.

Jon does not stop talking.

".....Pet. Pet's don't have to be...be sentient. Like rocks. Pet rocks."

Everyone is staring at him. He needs to clarify that he's bad at coming up with excuses and tell Phantom to run.

Instead, his concussed brain makes him reach out a hand and grab Phantom's sleeve.

"Mine. No takey."

Phantom has gone from looking outraged to concerned.

"You can't-!"

"No, no, it's true. Also; we're late for walkies." Phantom says, giving a nervous fake laugh as he moves closer and holds Jon up. This is a good thing, because Jon isn't too sure he should be standing anymore.

"But pet rocks don't need to be taken for walks?" One of the agents asks, bewildered.

"No, moron, it was an example." Another agent snaps, thumb blurring as he scrolls through his phone.

"Can a ghost go for a walk, or does it just float? Like a balloon." A third wonders, gun lowering.

Phantom takes advantage of their confusion and hoists Jon in the air and through multiple buildings, making them intangible.

Jon stops paying attention after the fifth one.

He decides to take a short little nap instead.