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Steve actually loves science fiction but it’s infinitely funnier to piss Dustin off by repeatedly mispronouncing the names is the characters in Star Wars because, “It’s Skywalker, Steve. Not Stair-Master! And his name is Luke, not Lucas! No one is named Lucas.”

“I think at least one person is.”

“In the movie.”

Dustin has recently discovered Doctor Who and is kinda a dick about explaining it to Steve. He heavily implies that Steve isn’t smart enough for the show like Steve’s mom doesn’t have a friend in England that tapes the new episodes and mails it to them.

Steve could share that information with Dustin but he’s not going to. Instead, when Dustin brings up The Doctor, Steve says, “Woah, Doc Hagan got a tv show?”

“It’s not a show about your dentist, Steve!”

If Steve is trying to round up all the kids and they’re being particularly annoying, he’ll clap his hands together and says, “C’mon, Ghost-bangers.”

The first thing he did after facing the demo-dogs was to memorize the entire D&D monster guide. He could tell Dustin this but D&D seems insufferable to him and it’s going to be way more satisfying when he catches the kid bullshitting an explanation and can call him out.

Robin knows about the stack of HG Wells books shelved in the den and Eddie definitely knows something is up. But Dustin? Nope.

There’s literally a picture on the mantle in the living room of him and his mom dressed as Spock and Nurse Chappell at a Star Trek convention when he was eight. Dustin walks passed it twice a week and has never noticed.

Alien: how are you doing that task with your eyes closed?

Human, knitting with their eyes closed: muscle memory.

Alien: muscle what now?

Human, opening their eyes: our muscles learn how to perform tasks without us thinking about it. So I can close my eyes while I knit because I know how a stitch should feel, and my muscles can do it with very little visual supervision.

Alien: you can do regular tasks without seeing what you're doing? You just do these tasks automatically? Because your muscles have their own brain?? That's terrifying!

Human: that's not quite...

Alien: fucking terrifying

Human: OK yeah sure that's how it works. Why not.

I’m actually a dumbass. I’ve identified as asexual for years and as Demi-romantic for at least a few months comfortably by now and I literally only just now realised why I like the childhood friends to lovers trope so much. Genuinely pretty much all my favourite ships are that or at least in a similar vain of friends to lovers and I never fricking realised. It’s not like it’s the nearly exact way that my brain processes attraction nooo especially not when its friends to lovers with years of pining added into the mix like no duh why did you think you liked it, it’s not like you have any other kind of type. I am very annoyed by myself cause I knew that my demi-aro-ness was why I didn’t like so much when characters will have known each other for a week and then fallen in love or whatever other bullshit like that. But I genuinely did not make this connection in the slightest, somehow amazingly somehow I missed it entirely. 

y’all ever just wobble your head skin like just shake it back and forth

Bruce finally caves (heh caves) and asks Danny about the cookies, only after scowling at Danny and his plate of cookies for an hour 5 minutes trying to figure out what this meant so he wouldn’t have to ask.

All Danny says is something about him having finally perfected the recipe and wanting to share the results, Bruce takes this to mean that Danny created the recipe not just followed it.

There is now a folder on the Batcomputer dedicated to collecting evidence that Danny might be a young alternate version of Alfred, it’s existence is of course hidden from Alfred.

Alfred knows about it anyway of course but lets the boys have their secrets

Bruce had just started to trust the new member of the Justice League, a 14 year old ghost king named Danny Phantom whom had helped save the planet on multiple occasions.

Just started to trust that he could leave the maybe ancient forever 14 year old with his kids in HQ when he was busy.

Just started to trust he had absolutely no intention of interacting with his family besides hero work.

So when danny came into HQ with a steaming pile of very familiar, very delicious cookies that tastes exactly like the ones he had 40 minutes before arriving, he knew it was inevitable.

Meanwhile, danny is wondering why batman was staring him down while sneaking a few cookies into the inside of his Cape.

Oh well, at least he finally perfected the very confusing recipe clocky gave him with a mischievous smile.

Soz it's a bit confusing, I'm very tired rn and my vocabulary is not vocabularing rn but u get the idea

Jason is at the limit of limitality, a single drop more of ectoplasm and he'd be a hafta. With so much ectoplasm and still able to be possessed his body is the perfect place for a ghost to hideout in or just take a nap. I have no clue if this makes sense it's 3am. I just am giggling over the thought of Danny hanging out in the back of Jason's mind and chest bursting out of him to freak people out in emergencies. Of Danny taking a nap, he rolls over and his tail flops out of Jason's chest and he has to quickly shove it back in.

That would be hilarious.

If Jason doesn't know about this it would be funny, but it would be even better if he did and they conspired together to prank people

Jason: *knocks politely on his chest armor*

The bats: ?

Danny: *pops his head out of Jason's chest* Hello :D

Pandemonium ensues

POV you're about to get curb stomped to death

So, there’s this idea that Captain Marvel is the idealized form of Billy Batson, right? Like, the version of himself he aspires to be. The hero he wants to become. The face he wants the world to see-- strong, bright, safe, inspiring.

And, well… Captain Marvel looks a lot like C.C. Batson. His father. That’s Billy’s hero. That’s the face that makes him believe in good. The smile that gives him hope and faith in his dreams. With a few traces of his mom, like her eyelashes, her ears, nose

But… that can change. Right?

Billy’s going to meet new people. He’s going to have new heroes in his life. New people to look up to. New versions of “who I want to be like.”

So one day, Marvel looks like a perfect blend of C.C. and Marilyn. And then, after a particularly emotional moment with John Constantine, he shows up at the Watchtower… with a different jawline.

His bone structure is slightly off. You wouldn’t notice unless you were really paying attention. But Bruce was. Bruce always is. He doesn’t say anything, just quietly writes it down with some suspicion of a possible shapeshifter.

And then, boom-- WHERE THE HELL ARE MARVEL’S DIMPLES?! They’re gone. Just gone. When he smiles, it’s a completely different smile. No dimples. There’s… are those canines? Slightly unhuman teeth and-- wait, Is that SUPERMAN’S smile? A perfect, radiant replica??

The next day, the dimples are back. Because Marvel caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and he missed them. Not consciously. He didn’t even realize it. But they’re back anyway.

It all happens unconsciously. And it changes from time to time.

One day he’s got feline eyes and sharp little teeth, a goofy yet oddly charming (and a little predatory) grin. That’s Tawky Tawny’s influence.

Another day, his eyes aren’t blue anymore, they’re green. Sharp. Focused. But also warm. You feel seen, and still, oddly… safe. (Catwoman likes Cap. She’s been nice to him ever since he introduced her to Tawny.)

Then-- No freaking way he’s BLONDE. (Thanks, Constantine.)

One day, his eyes are still blue, but now they’re icy. Almost crystal. Batman nearly has a heart attack because it’s his father’s eyes. His father’s eyebrows too. (Billy was just really happy with Bruce Waynbe since he donated a massive bunch of money to Fawcett’s homeless shelters.)

And then.. pointy ears. A different nose. (Kon.)

J’onn shares his special cookies with him one afternoon and now Marvel’s got a little green tint in his cheeks instead of red.

He never hides it. If someone asks, he just shrugs and goes, “Oh yeah, my features kinda shift based on people I admire? I guess. I don’t really notice until you guys point it out. I can’t control it.”

A lot of people think his tall, muscular body comes from Superman. But nope. It’s from Diana.

Billy sees her: tall, powerful, graceful, hair always a little wild but somehow perfect. Elegant. Commanding. He thinks she’s incredible. So he becomes tall, powerful, elegant. Hair that never moves out of place (but still has a charmingly messy style). All that’s missing is a little more confidence and posture.

And Flash? Flash nearly dies of happiness when Marvel shows up one day— with his awkward little half-smile.

So. Today in class we assigned Macbeth roles to students to read. When I asked the class who wants to be Lady Macbeth, a young man raised his hand. I kind of stared at him like “Lady Macbeth,” and he nodded like “I know what I’m about ma’am.” So then the student who ended up as Macbeth raised his hand and said “HE’S THE ONE, HE’S MY WIFE!” So I said “yeah sure why not,” and the entire class period they were blowing kisses to each other and winking at each other, and every now and then Macbeth would say “I’m the luckiest man on Earth” and Lady Macbeth would put a hand to his chest, and be like “BABE!”.

I just stared at them, knowing that they CLEARLY have never read ‘Macbeth’ before, so… all this lovey dovey… I don’t know if I have the heart to tell them the truth.