Denny’s is your local, friendly diner open 24 hours a day every day of the year. A place to relax and enjoy a breakfast at any hour, a fulfilling lunch or delicious dinner. All are welcome at Denny’s, and it’s your safest location, provided you follow this very simple guide for the nightly hours.
Never close your eyes in a Denny’s parking lot.
Walk calmly to the door; you will hear sounds. Do not look behind you.
Always make sure the door closes behind you, unless it was already open when you arrived, in which case do not touch the door.
Never sit at the table farthest from the front door. Your server will sometimes try to seat you there. Politely refuse and ask for another table.
If you see a table with two salt-shakers, walk past it; that table is taken. Sit at the table directly across from it instead.
Eat your pancakes. Box any leftovers; it would be a shame to waste food. It might attract something.
Do not, under any circumstance, look into the eyes of your own reflection in the bathroom.
If your server’s eyes turn black, do not panic; order a coffee with extra cream. Do not ask for a refill. Do not stare.
Think you recognize someone who just walked in? Best to ignore it. It’s probably not what it seems. They will proceed to sit at the table farthest from the door.
If you are walking past a Denny’s and you see yourself sitting in the corner booth through the window, keep walking. Do not eat at Denny’s that night.
Did you tip? You better double check. It’s only polite to leave a tip.
Do not ask questions. They will Notice.
Your local Denny’s is the perfect place for a delicious meal at all hours of the day. Hope you enjoy your next visit to any Denny’s Diner!
How to take care of a cat stuck in a tree the russian way.
I’m 85% sure the subtitles are accurate.
Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
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“Okay so let me see if I understand what you’re telling me.” Tony picked at the vegetables on his dish, narrowing his eyes when he saw Steve pull the fish from the stove after only a minute or two. “No no wait, sorry. Are you eating that raw?”
“Not all the way raw.” Steve frowned at him and slid the barely cooked fish onto his own plate. “But Winter brings me fish and expects me to eat it like he does, so I’ve gotten used to the taste.”
“Oh.” Tony blew out a deep breath. “Right, cos that sentence made all the sense in the world. Alright, start at the beginning. I brought you to the beach and lent you my house because the doc thought the sea air would do you some good and then you… you what? Starting cavorting with a mermaid?”
“Don’t call it cavortin’.” Steve scowled over a bite of fish. “We aren’t cavortin’, we’re soulmates.”
“Soulmates.” Tony echoed. “Sure that’s–that’s fine. You still haven’t explained anything though so…”
“Alright, alright.” Steve wiped his mouth and took a drink of his milk. “Alright, so I found him one day in a tide pool, got bit by a shark so I offered to stitch him up.”
“…you offered to stitch a mermaid up?”
“Merman.”
“Of course.” Tony did one of those dramatic eye rolls Pepper–and everyone else– hated so much. “My mistake. Go on.”
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I AM DECEASED 😭😭
for the love of god UNMUTE this
The way in the last half a second it starts walking and you can hear his scream really ties this video together
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"Why don't we all head inside, yes?" Mr. Wayne suggested, waving his arm in the doors general direction.
"Yes, that sounds great," Ms. Clance agreed, turning to Danny like she was debating whether or not she should drag him inside. Danny was very against that idea and glared at her. She huffed but turned and started making her way up the stairs.
The other, he can't really say kids because he's pretty sure half the people standing in front of him were over the age of eighteen, but they still lived with Mr. Wayne, apparently, so kids it was. The other kids continued to try to stealthily watch him as they made their way into the building. (He refused to call this place a house; it was bigger than Sam's manor for Ancients' sake.)
The gray-eyed girl waited for him, the not-so-happy but happy sparkle back as she watched him approach. Pausing for a moment, Danny turned and gently patted the bush closest to him, it had been practically begging for attention for the past ten minutes and Sam would have throttled him if he had just ignored it.
She treated them like demented puppies, and it's against every unspoken law (in danny's books, atleast) to ignore a puppy.
The gray-eyed girl (man, he was going to have to learn their names, Ancients, why were there so many people here?) tilted her head curiously, eyeing the plant he just patted.
"My friend has plant powers," Danny huffed, which was true. Sam still had lingering plant control and a connection to the green because of Undergrowth. Danny was just leaving out the fact that he also had plant powers. He wasn't sure why he always got new powers after beating new powerful ghosts, but it happens, and now he needs to pet the plants because they get sad if he doesn't.
(Jazz theorized once that the new powers were due to his half-a nature, but then they looked at Vlad and decided it was probably something else.) (Also, why in the world did he get ice powers and then almost immediately plant powers? like, seriously, why?)
"Close friend?" Gray asked, turning to follow Danny inside.
"One of my best friends," Danny agreed. Man, he missed them. He'd have to figure out how to get out of here soon; there was no way he was going to just not see his friends on Tucker's birthday. Which meant he had about a week to bust out of here and get back to Amity. Oh, and stay under the radar so Vlad doesn't find him.
Glancing around the entry hall, or was the term foyer? like, the place was fancier then most five star hotels he's seen (which he wants to make clear, was against his dying wishes. fuck vlad and his not hard earned money.) like, sure, it wasn't all white modern minimalist like the hotels, but he's pretty sure the vase just sitting a little too close to the edge of a table was worth more then a human heart on the black market.
"Welcome to Wayne Manor," Mr. Pennyworth started, closing the doors with a heavy thud. He didn't lock it, though, Danny noted. Probably because Ms. Clance still needed to leave.
"may I have your coats?" he asked, holding out his arm to Ms. Clance and looking over to Danny. Ms. Clance immediately started to shrug off her jacket and dropped it onto his arm without a second glance, trying to talk to Mr. Wayne about an office or something.
Danny shook his head, "No thanks. I prefer to keep my things with me." especially in a new place, who knows what they'd do to his stuff. last time he handed anything over it had been locked up and never returned. (or well, not returned until he stole it back right before leaving, but that's getting into semantics.)
"So, Daniel was it?" the older guy from the first three asked, smiling brightly and trying to act casual. He was failing.
"It's Danny," Danny huffed, glancing around to study the others.
Gray was nice, he had a feeling they'd get a long fine. she was like an open book, all her opinions and emotions right there for him to see. Though that just meant she was awear of them and could easily hide them.
The others not so much.
Eyebags looked tired but alert, watching Danny like he was a new puzzle. Which was fine, Danny could deal with that. He probably wasn't as bad as Jazz or his parents were when obsessed with new things, so he goes lower on the list but not off.
Mr. Casual over here was watching him AND the others, which meant he was probably the peacekeeper. That or he was the one who antagonized the others into acting without them noticing. Same as eyebags, then.
Blondie looked like she was planning how to prank him right then and there, but also like she was evaluating him for something. Like he thought earlier, she'll probably stick around until she gets bored. So, hmmm. Keep an eye on more than eyebags, but probably not a problem.
there was a kid maybe two-three years younger than him trying to hide on the stairs out of view, he looked pissed off and annoyed. Something was telling Danny he should stay away from him. So, definitely going to the top of his list right next to butler man.
And finally, Mr. Wayne. He was smiling and chatting with Ms. Clance like he didn't have a care in the world. And it would have been believable if it wasn't for the fact that the man was easily steering the conversation away from the stuff Ms. Clance wanted to talk about, without Danny around, before leaving. Which means Mr. Wayne wanted Danny to be part of the conversation, probably to get both sides of the story.
He was smart and knew how to manipulate situations without people catching on.
Also, top of the list, then.
"Only people who want to kill me call me Daniel," Danny added, watching as Ms. Clance tried to bring up his file and fell for another diversion.
"Really?" Eyebags asked, actually surprised for some reason.
Oh, wait, murder isn't normal. Ha, to live a normal life. It must be boring. Couldn't be him, even if he wanted it. There was nothing normal about growing up with mad scientists, and nothing normal about being half dead and a vigilante.
"Yeah, my friends and I made a chart and everything. Granted, we didn't have many people to add to the list to compare with, but it's checked out so far." Danny admitted, turning to face Eyebags.
Honestly, it was just Vlad, his parents, a few GIW agents, and those very few times his friends almost killed him. But come on, they all called him Daniel at some point. Therefore, it totally checks out.
"Huh," Mr. Casual blinked, glancing at his siblings before shaking his head. "Right, so uh, why do people want to kill you?"
"Because they're Fruit Loops," Danny grumbled, finally deciding to approach Ms. Clance. Might as well get this done and over with. The longer she stayed, the less time Danny would have to scout the place by himself later, after all the introductions.
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Tony had had every intention of stopping by the beach house at least once every few weeks to check in on Steve, but summer had a way of slipping away faster than anyone ever realized and with things getting tense on the war front, Tony spent more days in the office and on the telephone than he did even at home.
Visiting Steve to make sure he was alright had somehow fallen by the wayside and it was most of the way through July before Tony made it out to the coast.
The road to the beach house was as rattly as it ever was, and Tony noted fresh tracks in still wet mud which meant the delivery van from town had been out to bring Steve fresh food recently. And the house itself looked neat and tidy as he pulled to a stop in the yard, windows wide open to let in the sea breeze, a broom leaning against the well swept deck.
Tony smiled to himself when he saw the collection of shells lining the porch railing and knocked on the door a few times before letting himself in.
“Steve?” he called. “It’s Tony! You in here or down at the beach?”
There was no answer, which was an answer all in itself, so Tony stepped out the back door and heading down across the sand. Shielding his eyes from the glare of sun off sand, Tony could just barely make out a blond head bobbing in the waves right off the boat dock and that– that was weird, was there someone else in the water too?
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