LET THEM HAVE DOGGOS AND GEESE
Honestly as a blind person I’m so tired of seeing fictional blind characters who don’t use white canes or other guides. “They have special powers so they know what’s around them” or “they’re confident enough to not need a guide” are common tropes, and I’m tired.
Are people scared that using a white cane will make their blind character seem weak? They can’t use a cane because they’re so special that they already know what’s around them, and other blind people who use guides are inferior because they’re not special?
I’m tired. Give your blind characters white canes and other guides. Let them hold onto their friends, let them have guide dogs. Don’t make white cane users feel ostracized for not being “strong enough” to go without.
Another thing that pisses me off is when a sighted character comes up with the fantasy equivalent of braille and teaches it to the blind character. Braille was invented by Louis Braille, a blind man, in 1824. The blind character should be the one coming up with it.
Tldr I’m blind and tired of sighted people lol
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Sorry but I have a bad schedule and my entries will generally be late @crossoverdanuary Anyway here is day 3 fic will be cross-posted later.
DP x DS
Danny hit the wall, the cracks around him flourishing. He needed to get away. If he could escape to the portal he would be safe. He took his fear and pushed it down. Then he flew.
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Tanjiro’s eyes flew open.
The surroundings haven’t changed, but…something is off. A new smell came through the window. Blood, and something I didn’t recognize, like a burnt wound or cooking meat. I quickly right myself and leave the futon to put on my uniform and haori. Just in time as well, the sun was setting. It was time to find the demon plaguing this town.
Walking through the streets it’s quiet, just like most towns. But there was a string of scents, like they were fighting-there! The scent from earlier, it felt almost; desperate. I rush towards the source, finding along the path strange patches of a glowing green substance, it might be the blood art of the demon. That isn’t good, who knows what it does. It might be a poison. The scent is getting stronger, I must be close! “Hn-ahh!?” Standing here, there is something. Covered in ash it has claws and fangs like a demon, but my brain says otherwise. Blindingly white hair hanging around pale skin, in the center of its face were two eyes glowing green like the puddles from before. It had fangs longer than should be able to fit into it’s mouth and the green dripping from a kimono that seemed to blend in with the night sky. It looks at me and snarls before it shifts into something more human, as if relaxing. Suddenly a giant flash of pure light blinds me, white fading from my vision. “Huh-“ in the creatures place now stands a boy with dark hair and ice blue eyes, he stumbles. I rush forward to catch him, why is he so light?
Upon the forming of the Justice League: Dark, the call logs are checked for anything that needed to be looked into and-...
John was freaking out. Within the call logs he had found over a dozen different children across the world crying for help. In Paris a magic villain that preyed on emotions, in Illanois a CHILD that was constantly fighting interdimentional beings, an Oregon town that had such a high density of magical beings that there were calls listed nearly every third day, until one by one many of them stopped calling. Great. Now he has to go figure out how to recruit or help a bunch of talented kids.
John's first stop was the place they had received the most calls from, that were stupidly ignore because of the lack of magical expertise, Gravity Falls, Oregon.
The Justice League don't specialize in much. If you ask them, they'd say otherwise. Unless they're one of the Bats, because they acknowledge that, especially with magic. They hate it, but they have connections and will at least ask for more details to deal with the situation at hand. Though they'll need proof.
That's the thing really. Proof. Because how are you going to get proof of something if everything gets repaired by the end? Or maybe you're the villain here according to the public. Or maybe everything you say is just plain crazy that nobody even knows what's going on from the start!
It was only when another group was formed when everything became clear. They were frowned upon, unknown, spoke nonsense, and never asked for help. They were the survivors that played hero. They were the shadowed version of the Justice League.
They were Justice League: Dark
A fanfic (or multiple small ones grouped together?) that isn't really about them joining forces, but more about the discovery of more dangerous territory that's being handled by kids/teens. Lift some weight for these kids. They really want a safe net by now in their hero careers.
Like- maybe a few of these wouldn't be the JL's fault. Maybe it was the government (at least for the US). Like Danny Phantom and Gravity Falls mentions the government, maybe they blocked off those regions from outside connections.
I feel like it would be funny if maybe Constantine just ends up collecting kids like Batman with his.
They're just kids! Itty bitty toddlers. It's supposed to be our job to take care o' that shit, ain't it?
And JLD now has a bunch of young professionals cause what the fuck, kid. Why do you know this??? Ya know? Maybe the JL just randomly finds these things, calls Constantine after Zatanna fails to know wtf is going on, and he just calls over a kid. Or a group of them.
JL: We need a professional, why is there a child here?
Constantine: Cause even when you fuckers ignored their calls for help, they still at least try to help where they can
JL: We never-
Constantine: Shut your traps! School's in session
*Child tries to explain*
JL: You have to be kidding me. ___ doesn't exist.
Constantine: Oh bloody hell-
Child: And they wonder why they get more attention than us.
idk, I just like the idea of Constantine being a father for OP characters and desperately want a Young Justice League: Dark. I read a couple of Danny and/or Billy being adopted by him, but the cravings... And if it's a whole big crossover thing, that would be great. Tag me if you see or write about something like this. I wanna read too :)
Don't put too much hope in me writing it though, I'm seriously bad at continuing/finishing stuff. But if I do, I'll edit this post with links to whatever I write.
Happy dannypocalypse guys! I don't know how to edit, and I'm really just a one trick pony, so here you go :)
And a bonus Danno on a Stick!
This is my saving post, English sucks ass
* body language masterlist
* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does
* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes
* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said
* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again
* some more body language help
(hope this helps some ppl)
me: *writes fic*
me: great! time to post to ao3-
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Brianane Holery- She/her, Crime ally gal born and raised. Lean build, and major contortionist, you give her a space she WILL fit (don't try to explain how this 6' 200 lb woman fits soundlessly into a 3" door opening silently). Had a little sister who died of an overdose because of one of the sellers he took down. Loves fighting and ADORES Jordan the little blaze. Named him an avenger of the past because of how he earned her loyalty. Is surprisingly good with the kids but isn't allowed alone because of how she encourages their arson tendencies. Don't mention her parents.
Thinking about the Dies Irae Au (Jason adopts liminal/halfa de-aged phantom & class) And specifically thinkin about his goons. I have ideas for exactly three and could really do with some assistance for other goons lol
site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word
site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition
site that gives you words that rhyme with a word
site that gives you synonyms and antonyms
Happy late national women's day, and somewhat 3 year anniversary
i just remembered a story my first plug told me. she's butch and gets mistaken for a man a lot. one time she was walking home when a guy pulled a knife on her and asked for everything in her pockets. panicking, she said "ok" and the guy hearing her voice was like "oh shit, are you a girl?" and she was like "yeah" and he put the knife away and said something like "sorry. i can't do this to a woman" and left. feminist ally.
Okay so you know have it's common for the like edible blob ghosts and the Lazarus is ghost sewage, so hear me out. Lazarus water is basically ghost zone garbage disposal, all of the "gone bad" blob ghosts get thrown in- causing the rancid ecto smell- and the LOA constantly throwing in bodies just adds to the gross because of the great pain involved often enough. Now I also like to think that blob goo absorbs emotions, so giant pit of rotten, moldy ecto, and this weird old guy who just bathes in liquid suffering. I demand he gets ghost arthritis
Me rn:
What's your take on the Lazarus Pits = Ectoplasm headcanon?
I mostly see people write about how the pits are highly concentrated ecto that has been contaminated from chemicals. But I've seen stuff about how ecto is volatile for people and the Lazarus pits used to be pure ecto until people took a dip into it and made it dirty.
But if we use the hc of Ecto being really bad for the living, how did Lazarus waters revive or rejuvenate people?
Give me headcanons people!