There Can Only One (Big Brother) Extras

So, um, I feel like I need approval for most of my actions, so here I am. Well, I have not yet reached 18 year old, but I'm kinda worried about what I will do when I grow up and if my parents will be okay with it.

I already have an idea, I plan to get into the gastronomy industry(a not so good one in my country), but I go to one of the best and expensive schools in my country, And I feel really bad about it, because if I go to a really good school+a expensive one, I should be something big to pay back right?

But I just don't feel like I can be something big! Just not my thing. Life is a competion now! Getting a job is a competition! Especially jobs like medicine etc. I don't like competition, that means I have to fight for something, I DON'T LIKE FIGHTING.

Anyway, back to the topic, I want to be something simple, not a doctor, not a scientist, I want to be a chef or maybe even a bartender(sounds like a dream job to me). I know I'm still young, I know I have time to think about things, but being in a school like mine, where each one of us is expected to be something big, it feels like I have no choice. I also want to mention that I don't have the best grades in things like math or science(the others are good....except French), they would probably be better if I put in the effort (which I don't).

My friend has a similar case, she wants to be an English teacher, her psychologist (clearly not from school (although the school is good there are a lot of shitty people and bullying)) says that the school does nothing to help her at all in achieving that goal. And she is very good at English, a C1 if I'm not mistaken (English is not our first lenguage).

So, I need opinions, please

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The Blob

Dpxdc Prompt #20

Danny is a blob ghost now and he's fine with that.

Turns out all blob ghosts are just regular ghosts who have expended to much energy and turn into balls of pure ectoplasm and emotion to recharge.

It's honestly a much needed and much appreciated vacation from all of his responsibilities.

He doesn't understand why he's getting so many worship-fear-cowed emotions from these people, but he's a blob right now, he doesn't have to care.

There's one boy that constantly projects awed-love-infatuated towards him. Danny likes him a lot more than all of the other guys.

In the mean time, Ra's Al Ghul has just found what he believes to be the conscious personification of the Lazarus Pits and there is no way he is going to let any of his assassins offend it. If only he didn't have to worry about his grandson being so enamored with the being as well.

Grandfather never let Damian have any pets.

"Distractions," he would say, "Unnecessary attachments."

Damian disagreed, but he was smart enough not to voice his belief. The Demon Head's word is law and he bows to nobody.

Or at least... nobody until the little blob of sentient Lazarus Water.

Grandfather says that it must be the pits personified and therefore needed to be treated with respect so there would be no chance of them being taken away.

Damian has no problem following this rule, he finds the little blob cute, like the pet Damian would never get to have. When nobody's watching he pets the blob, tells it stories about his day, and stays silent as it does happy little purrs.

In the hell that is Nanba Parbat, the blob is a bright spot in Damian's days.

So obviously when he leaves to meet his Father and claim his right as heir to the Cowl he slips the blob into his go-bag. No one will notice, the blob normally floats around as it wishes, sometimes going missing for hours.

By the time Grandfather realizes the blob has been away too long for it to have been without intervention it will have been too late. No one will suspect that Damian took the blob with him.

At least, that's what Damian tells himself to justify taking the little guy with him. He is comforted by the low hum in his bag, the blob is happy, if no one else.

Adopt a Bat Dad

AKA "Danny becomes de-aged in Gotham and finds the only person he knows who can probably help. Bruce Wayne, the Batman. Except Bruce thinks Danny is a kid mistaking him for his dad??" prompt idea!!

HC that Bruce Wayne and Jack Fenton look super similar. Therefore, Danny and Bruce also look pretty similar!!

I love the idea that Danny already knows Bruce Wayne is Batman. Maybe it's his aura or because the amount of kids Bruce has directly correlates to the amount of bat-themed sidekicks there are. Who knows? Anyway, Danny comes into a small bit of trouble. He may or may not have insulted an immortal witch who cursed him because he's an "immature child, may as well look as young as you act!"

So. Now Danny looks a solid 3-4 years old. It's a good thing that Sam and Tucker briefed him on all he celebrity gossip before he came to Gotham, because he coincidentally knows where the Wayne Enterprise building is. He... can figure it out. Probably. It's actually alarming how many people watch what they think is an unaccompanied kid huff and puff his way in downtown Gotham. (Also, wow, Danny severely underestimated how difficult it is to run after being babified.) But he does make it to the general area of where WE is supposed to be!

His legs are practically shaking at this point, sweating through his toddler-sized NASA hoodie, and searching frantically for Bruce Wayne. Because he really didn't think of it before, but it's Friday afternoon. What if Mr. Batman isn't at WE today? What if Danny gets to WE after 5pm and he's gone until Monday? Would Danny even be able to find the Wayne Manor, much less get transportation there?

Except as Danny's becoming increasingly worried (don't cry, don't cry, don't cry), he spots... his dad?? in the coffee shop windows beside him. No, not his dad. Bruce fucking Wayne! Hell, yeah! Danny smacks open the doors of the coffee shop with single-minded toddler-clumsy determination. Makes a bee-line straight to the coffee pick-up. Bruce Wayne is standing off to the side, quietly speaking on his phone, as Danny practically slams face-first into his knees. Thankfully, it doesn't take either of them down, but it is particularly embarrassing.

Especially when Danny clutches to Batman's pant leg and confidently shouts, "Batman!" Except... he doesn't. A weird jumble of words come out of his mouth that sound more like baba! It's like the world screeches to a stop because, first of all, what the fuck. Second, that bitch witch! She must've made it so whatever he says comes out in toddler-speak despite the fact that he should be able to say somewhat comprehensible sentences, being he's physically 3-4.

That doesn't stop him from trying, though, so he ends up babbling baba, baba, baba in an increasingly frustrated tone.

And Bruce Wayne, who's become used to Damian calling him baba instead of Father, can only stare down at this child who could pass as his clone. The similarities are striking. Even if the toddler is huffing, red-cheeked and clearly on the verge of crying, he looks so much like Bruce that he wonders momentarily if it's another Damian situation.

Regardless, there's a kid crying in front of him, tugging on his pant leg and calling for his dad. And Bruce is nothing if not absolutely weak-hearted against stuff like this. So, he leans down and just... scoops the kid up. Murmurs, "Shh, it's okay, kiddo. You're okay." Pats the kid's back, sways. Completely forgets he's in a crowded coffee (this is definitely going on YouTube, posted under 'Wayne Adopts Another??') and that he's on a phone call with Dick. It's like his Dad Instincts kick in and he's completely focused on Danny.

Danny is... bewildered. Because why is the Batman coddling him?? Except he notices that others have noticed, and have their phones out recording, which is really Not Good. He's not super confident that his parents would be able to recognize him while he's de-aged, but the fact that they might? That's opening a can of worms he can't handle at the moment. So his little string bean arms loop around Bruce's neck and he shoves his face into the collar of the man's suit. Much to his irritation, he can hear several girls next to him coo and giggle about him being such a cute baby. Danny's really regretting not approaching Batman privately now.

And it doesn't end!!

Bruce calms the kid down and then immediately goes to the store manager, asking if any parents have lost their child. He doesn't trust that someone may claim Danny as theirs when that may not be the case. Then, he calls up Gordon, asks about any missing person reports on a child the ages of 2-5 with average height, medium build, and black hair. No hits. Eventually, Bruce makes up his mind and takes Danny home with him. Oracle will likely be able to pull more information than the GCPD anyways.

Meanwhile, Danny zonks out. Like full on, toddler-sprawl open-mouth drooling, because it's been a long day and he got Batman. He did it! And from the way Bruce is still carrying him, Danny will likely be with him for a little while. A little catnap will do him some good. Maybe when he wakes up, he'll magically have the ability to speak normally instead of hysterically babble.

(Four hours later, Danny wakes up on the couch at Wayne Manor, bundled up in super soft blankets with Bruce talking on the phone with some woman. Bruce smiles at the way Danny says baba again. Danny's ready to throw that witch into Bruce's well-maintained fireplace because screaming son of bitch isn't as satisfying when it sounds like sa-bA-BAH!!")

Cue Danny doing increasingly ridiculous things to make The "Greatest Detective" Batman realize he's not a literal baby and Bruce Wayne so enamored with this little kid that he does not realize.

i read a lot of pjo x hp crossovers where the demigods we’re familiar with, typically the seven and co, go to hogwarts that i’ve been blinded to other possibilities

like, let’s say, demigod hermione granger (child of athena, duh) who religiously goes to camp every summer since she found out she was a demigod. let’s also say she misses a whole year at hogwarts to help with the two wars. and then she come back after a year of being missing for all intents and purposes, with the trauma of a war veteran and pissed off beyond comprehension that there’s a third war she needs to go through

Headcanon of Dick hiding in Superman's cape whenever Batman isn't around.

Whether as Robin or sometimes even as Nightwing, he doesn't hide from danger... He just covers up because he can and because he's comfortable.

He's like, his other dad, so, He feels comfortable being with him, obviously when he can't hide under Batman's cape, he uses Superman's... Clark even started wearing a slightly heavier cape because Dick liked weighted blankets (which is why he loved Batman's cape).

(When he was the only kid hero and was with the League, it wasn't unusual to see other members wearing capes, just to give themselves the pleasure of having little Robin sit next to them and hide under their capes).

Sam wants to be disowned, but it won't happen unless she does something big. So she, Danny, and Tucker set up a fake "cheater" scenario.

It's well known that Sam and Danny are dating. It's less well known that Sam, Danny, and Tucker are dating.

Tucker is the newest addition to their love life, having agreed that he wanted to take that step. That being said, the only ones who know that it's now a polycule instead of a couple are the three of them.

So.

Danny and Tucker stage having a makeout session at a Charity Function in Star City, and Sam pretends to walk by while they're doing that.

Sam.

Goes.

Ballistic.

She ruins the charity function; she breaks glass, flips tables, punches the police when they show up, sets the decorative paper streamers on fire, thereby setting off the sprinkler system, and effectively smears her family's name in the dirt.

Could she have been the ones to disown her parents? Yes.

But she wants to be disowned by them.

That way they won't try to talk to her at all.

So she goes over the top, a little bit, in her efforts to ensure this.

She uses a little more liminal strength than she should have.

...

Black Canary and Green Arrow end up being the ones to restrain her.

Now she's in prison, definitely disowned, and Danny and Tucker are trying to bail her out.

Danny keeps on meeting Brucie Wayne at Galas when he goes to keep Sam company. He hates the man. There is no adoption, no adoption jokes, he never meets Batman. Give me Danny Fenton and his unending beef with Brucie Wayne. Bruce finds this absolutely hilarious. This feisty 14 year old is incredibly fun to antagonize.

Sometimes I like to think that maybe I'm not bad at expressing myself in words, that people simply don't understand what I said, as if I were speaking another language, which will possibly happen one day because I know 3 languages and almost all the people I talk to also know those same 3 languages.

Anyway, I'm not stupid, much less an unintelligent being, definitely distracted to my surroundings, but I find it difficult to express myself, words are like alphabet soup, if you find the right mixes you'll get one meaning, but for some reason I understand it as another, so I say a mix of words that mean something to me but not the same to others, it's complicated.

People say I'm confused, that I don't understand, I'm not confused, I understand (most of the time), but I don't know how to express it, I just can't express it correctly, thats why I like to read, it distracts me, it opens up a small world for me which writers open up for readers, detailing scenarios, characters, places, feelings. I don't have to express myself, because someone else is expressing themselves, they are sharing a piece of their mind, their soul, their way of writing is telling me about them, telling me a story that I end up becoming fond of.

I'm not a fan of life, but reading makes me feel alive, I will cry, I will laugh, I will feel sorry, I will change my perspective, a lot more, and all because I simply love it. I'm not very expressive, I don't know how to communicate properly, probably won't for a long time, but I can read, I can see how someone else expresses themselves, and that makes me happy.

The Dreamcatcher

Dpxdc Prompt #26

All vigilantes get bad dreams. Of the ones they couldn't save, the criminals that got away, even of their fellow heroes dying. When you take up the cape you are practically signing an agreement for nightmares to haunt your sleep.

It's apart of the job, no matter how terrible.

One night after a long patrol, when the Bats were all dreading sleep, it was Steph that brought it up.

"We should get dreamcatchers. Hang em up on our doors, they'd help."

No one responded immediately, every single one of them knew that was a pipedream, including Steph.

"If it makes you feel better, go for it Steph." Dick finally obliged, after a too-long awkward silence.

When the intricate dreamcatchers appeared on the doors to their bedrooms a week later no one took them down. They all had ways to cope and if Steph giving all of them dreamcatchers gave her comfort who were they to deny it? Plus it was nice to have a bit of hope, no matter how fragile.

They didn't expect the dreamcatchers to actually work.

Danny had been dragged, beaten, and broken beyond repair by the GIW. He barely escaped their clutches with his half-life still intact and ran off to the closest city he could find, Gotham.

He built a life there, and slowly but surely the threat of the GIW only appeared as a background thought of his waking mind. It was a different story, however, when he was asleep.

They still hurt him every night, only difference was they weren't there to document it and look at him like guinea pig.

So Danny, like the problem-solver he was, made his own solution. After a few too many close calls with Nocturn he had found a way to infuse dreamcatchers with just enough ectoplasm to make them actually work. If they could repel an ancient ghost what was a few bad nightmares? He didn't have money to spare to buy one so he made his own and hung it up by his door.

He started sleeping better, with no nightmares of his own to haunt him, but that didn't mean his nights stopped being interrupted by screams. Not his own, no, apparently living in a city with so much crime and grime could lead to it's own traumatic experiences.

His neighbor's daughter had been kidnapped and trafficked, only recently brought back into his custody. She was 5 and Danny's heart broke every time he woke up to her shrieking.

So he made her a dreamcatcher too.

And then she told some of her friends who had also been hurt by someone, because who in Gotham hadn't, and they requested some dreamcatchers from him as well.

Word spread and soon Danny had a suitably profitable business on his hands.

He didn't charge much, most of his clientele could barely afford food, but he still needed to eat too.

Then the vigilante Spoiler came up to him and asked if he did custom orders.

Danny could see the hope behind the white eyes of her domino, desperation from years of built of pain and suffering.

"No usually, no, but if it's for the heroes of Gotham I can make an exception."