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may i ask for some more bkdk fic recs because ypur last one was SO GOOD

sure!! the theme for today is (relatively?) short, sfw, and sweet. read the tags etc etc

starting with some of my mutuals !! penny for your thoughts, wait for me, "whats your type?", you got a boyfriend?, the chosen of the dragonborn, and autumn metamorphosis

then from some of my absolute fave writers that arent my mutuals ((YET💪💪💪)) Romeo and Romeo, play it cool, a nerd's guide to flirting, but the entrails are the best part!, they took the wisdom with the teeth, and boom badoom boom

honorable mentions! how ikea sells all their beds, a challenger appears, and child's play

I love Phandom and phanfiction because y’all put greater emphasis on the ghostliness than the original show did.

I love when Batman and Spider-man are treated as the main identities, and Bruce and Peter are the alter egos. So likewise, I want Phantom to be the main identity and Danny to be the alter ego.

The TV series (as much as I love it) mostly focuses on Danny, and being Phantom gets in the way of real life. Like oops, Danny can’t do this normal teen thing because he has to fight ghosts. Oh no. And my favorite episodes are ones that focus more on his ghostliness, like Public Enemies. But in so many fics, being Danny gets in the way of ghost activities, or they highlight how much he has to suppress ghostliness while in human form. I frikkin LOVE it.

Furthermore, apparently in Butch’s imagination ghosts aren’t actually dead people, but basically just a kind of monster. Fanon is like no, he’s half dead. Let’s focus on how dead he is and his struggle with being both dead and alive. I LOVE it. That’s the angst I want. That’s the whump fodder I want.

Tldr I love the Danny Phantom series but fanon gives us a ghost-focused, half-dead angsty hero whose humanity gets in the way of his ghost life, and I love it.

This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.

A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a plus-size body, and wanted some tips on how to make the most of her wardrobe in a fashion culture which deliberately puts her body at a disadvantage.

Her first question for him was this: how do celebrities make a plain white t-shirt and a pair of weekend jeans look chic?  She always assumed it was because so many celebrities have, by nature or by design, very slender frames, and because they can afford very expensive clothing.  But when she watched What Not To Wear, she noticed that women of all sizes ended up in cute clothes that really fit their bodies and looked great.  She had tried to apply some guidelines from the show into her own wardrobe, but with only mixed success.  So - what gives?

His answer was that everything you will ever see on a celebrity’s body, including their outfits when they’re out and about and they just get caught by a paparazzo, has been tailored, and the same goes for everything on What Not To Wear.  Jeans, blazers, dresses - everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles.  He pointed out that historically, up until the last few generations, the vast majority of people either made their own clothing or had their clothing made by tailors and seamstresses.  You had your clothing made to accommodate the measurements of your individual body, and then you moved the fuck on.  Nothing on the show or in People magazine is off the rack and unaltered.  He said that what they do is ignore the actual size numbers on the tags, find something that fits an individual’s widest place, and then have it completely altered to fit.  That’s how celebrities have jeans that magically fit them all over, and the rest of us chumps can’t ever find a pair that doesn’t gape here or ride up or slouch down or have about four yards of extra fabric here and there.

I knew that having dresses and blazers altered was probably something they were doing, but to me, having alterations done generally means having my jeans hemmed and then simply living with the fact that I will always be adjusting my clothing while I’m wearing it because I have curves from here to ya-ya, some things don’t fit right, and the world is just unfair that way.  I didn’t think that having everything tailored was something that people did. 

It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t know this.  But no one ever told me.  I was told about bikini season and dieting and targeting your “problem areas” and avoiding horizontal stripes.  No one told me that Jennifer Aniston is out there wearing a bigger size of Ralph Lauren t-shirt and having it altered to fit her.

I sat there after I was told this story, and I really thought about how hard I have worked not to care about the number or the letter on the tag of my clothes, how hard I have tried to just love my body the way it is, and where I’ve succeeded and failed.  I thought about all the times I’ve stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way it’s supposed to.  No one told me that it wasn’t supposed to.  I guess I just didn’t know.  I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didn’t fit.

I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are “wrong,” who can’t find a good pair of work trousers, who can’t fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesn’t mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.

I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.

So, I have to take that and sit with it for a while.  But in the meantime, I thought perhaps I should post this, because maybe my friend, her friend, and I are the only clueless people who did not realise this, but maybe we’re not.  Maybe some of you have tried to embrace the arbitrary size you are, but still couldn’t find a cute pair of jeans, and didn’t know why.

Phantom comic

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Chapter 2

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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. “Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.” 

“I can’t help it,” said the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”

___

…But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.

“It was going to sting me anyway,” muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. “It was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.”

___

…But no sooner had they cast off from the bank, the frog felt the tip of a stinger pressed lightly against the back of its neck. “What do you think you’re doing?” said the frog.

“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

They swam in silence to the other end of the river, where the scorpion climbed off, leaving the frog fuming.

“After the kindness I showed you!” said the frog. “And you threatened to kill me in return?”

“Kindness?” said the scorpion. “To only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpion’s sting.”

___

…“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

“You have a point,” the frog acknowledged. “But once we get to dry land, couldn’t you sting me then without repercussion?”

“All I want is to cross the river safely,” said the scorpion. “Once I’m on the other side I would gladly let you be.”

“But I would have to trust you on that,” said the frog. “While you’re pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land I’d be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.”

“But by the same logic, I can’t possibly withdraw my stinger while we’re still over water,” the scorpion protested.

The frog paused in the middle of the river, treading water. “So, I suppose we’re at an impasse.”

The river rushed around them. The scorpion’s stinger twitched against the frog’s unbroken skin. “I suppose so,” the scorpion said.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Absolutely not!” said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.

___

A scorpion, being unable to swim, asked a turtle (as in the original Persian version of the fable) to carry it across the river. The turtle readily agreed, and allowed the scorpion aboard its shell. Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell. The turtle, swimming placidly, failed to notice.

They reached the other side of the river, and parted ways as friends.

___

…Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell.

The turtle, hearing the tap of the scorpion’s sting, was offended at the scorpion’s ungratefulness. Thankfully, having been granted the powers to both defend itself and to punish evil, the turtle sank beneath the waters and drowned the scorpion out of principle.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” sneered the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back.”

The scorpion pleaded earnestly. “Do you think so little of me? Please, I must cross the river. What would I gain from stinging you? I would only end up drowning myself!”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Even a scorpion knows to look out for its own skin. Climb aboard, then!”

But as they forged through the rushing waters, the scorpion grew worried. This frog thinks me a ruthless killer, it thought. Would it not be justified in throwing me off now and ridding the world of me? Why else would it agree to this? Every jostle made the scorpion more and more anxious, until the frog surged forward with a particularly large splash, and in panic the scorpion lashed out with its stinger.

“I knew it,” snarled the frog, as they both thrashed and drowned. “A scorpion cannot change its nature.”

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog agreed, but no sooner than they were halfway across the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown.

“I’ve only myself to blame,” sighed the frog, as they both sank beneath the waters. “You, you’re a scorpion, I couldn’t have expected anything better. But I knew better, and yet I went against my judgement! And now I’ve doomed us both!”

“You couldn’t help it,” said the scorpion mildly. “It’s your nature.” 

___

…“Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”

“Alas, I was of two natures,” said the scorpion. “One said to gratefully ride your back across the river, and the other said to sting you where you stood. And so both fought, and neither won.” It smiled wistfully. “Ah, it would be nice to be just one thing, wouldn’t it? Unadulterated in nature. Without the capacity for conflict or regret.”

___

“By the way,” said the frog, as they swam, “I’ve been meaning to ask: What’s on the other side of the river?”

“It’s the journey,” said the scorpion. “Not the destination.”

___

…“What’s on the other side of anything?” said the scorpion. “A new beginning.”

___

…”Another scorpion to mate with,” said the scorpion. “And more prey to kill, and more living bodies to poison, and a forthcoming lineage of cruelties that you will be culpable in.”

___

…”Nothing we will live to see, I fear,” said the scorpion. “Already the currents are growing stronger, and the river seems like it shall swallow us both. We surge forward, and the shoreline recedes. But does that mean our striving was in vain?”

___

“I love you,” said the scorpion.

The frog glanced upward. “Do you?”

“Absolutely. Can you imagine the fear of drowning? Of course not. You’re a frog. Might as well be scared of breathing air. And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isn’t that love? Isn’t that trust? Isn’t that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?”

The frog swam on, the both of them silent.

___

“I’m so tired,” murmured the frog eventually. “How much further to the other side? I don’t know how long we’ve been swimming. I’ve been treading water. And it’s getting so very dark.”

“Shh,” the scorpion said. “Don’t be afraid.”

The frog’s legs kicked out weakly. “How long has it been? We’re lost. We’re lost! We’re doomed to be cast about the waters forever. There is no land. There’s nothing on the other side, don’t you see!”

“Shh, shh,” said the scorpion. “My venom is a hallucinogenic. Beneath its surface, the river is endlessly deep, its currents carrying many things.” 

“You - You’ve killed us both,” said the frog, and began to laugh deliriously. “Is this - is this what it’s like to drown?” 

“We’ve killed each other,” said the scorpion soothingly. “My venom in my glands now pulsing through your veins, the waters of your birthing pool suffusing my lungs. We are engulfing each other now, drowning in each other. I am breathless. Do you feel it? Do you feel my sting pierced through your heart?”

“What a foolish thing to do,” murmured the frog. “No logic. No logic to it at all.”

“We couldn’t help it,” whispered the scorpion. “It’s our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable. What a crazy thing it is to fall in love, and yet - It’s all our fault! We are both blameless. We’re together now, darling. It couldn’t have happened any other way.”

___

“It’s funny,” said the frog. “I can’t say that I trust you, really. Or that I even think very much of you and that nasty little stinger of yours to begin with. But I’m doing this for you regardless. It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s strange. Why would I do this? I want to help you, want to go out of my way to help you. I let you climb right onto my back! Now, whyever would I go and do a foolish thing like that?”

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”  

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Come aboard, then!” But no sooner had the scorpion mounted the frog’s back than it began to sting, repeatedly, while still safely on the river’s bank.

The frog groaned, thrashing weakly as the venom coursed through its veins, beginning to liquefy its flesh. “Ah,” it muttered. “For some reason I never considered this possibility.”

“Because you were never scared of me,” the scorpion whispered in its ear. “You were never scared of dying. In a past life you wore a shell and sat in judgement. And then you were reborn: soft-skinned, swift, unburdened, as new and vulnerable as a child, moving anew through a world of children. How could anyone ever be cruel, you thought, seeing the precariousness of it all?” The scorpion bowed its head and drank. “How could anyone kill you without killing themselves?”

Hey I'm new to the Danny Phantom fandom and I need some good fics. Got any good recommends?

First off, welcome to the fandom! And hon, I /got/ you. 

Flu Shot: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20513513/chapters/48684473 (Sorry it’s not letting me put in links properly?? Anyway.) Unashamed self-advertisement, basically Danny finds out there is a more civilized part of the ghost zone and things go crazy from there. 

How to Summon Eldritch Entities with Strawberry Jam by In_The_Ghost_Mode: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14146716 Summary; Listen, Danny didn’t ask for a summoning circle, alright? And if he’s going to get called at any time and place, he might as well wear whatever he wants, including arriving in his human form in his favorite PJs. Got it? Good. 

Beyond Beasts by CatalystOfTheSoul: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8388307/chapters/19217140 Summary: Danny’s abilities are getting less reliable by the minute, Tucker can barely keep up with damage control, and it doesn’t help that Dash decided to tag along. There’s something fishy about this vacation, and it’s not the lake. The forest is playing tricks, water is appearing in places it shouldn’t, and there’s a vacancy expected at Algernon’s Summer Camp for Boys. (Dear reader, this is by-all-means intended as a ghost story for ghosts. Proceed with caution.) How You've 

Changed by: thatgirl_youknowtheone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11440641 Summary: Danny wasn’t a ghost, at least, not a ghost pretending to be their child. He was… he was still their child. He was just, wrong. 

Shots Fired by RedHeadsRock1010: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16015694 Summary: School shooter meet Danny Fenton. Vlad Masters does not get paid enough to deal with this. (On a personal note this obviously has a school shooting but it has gallows humor so it’s not, straight-up traumatic but heads up and proceed with caution) 

It’s Like Time Stops by anthrop: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1569932 Summary: Danny though, Danny was as average as anybody. He was nice (if a bit snarky), clever (if a bit naive), and once puberty stopped stretching him like a rubber band he might even be handsome one day. But then, not even halfway through his first semester at Casper High, Danny Fenton changed. 

Silvertongue by proximally: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4044955 Summary: According to his friends and family, Danny is a terrible liar. Truth is, he’s lying about that. 

Bloodsucker by: S.N. Rainsworth: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7225350/1/Bloodsucker Summary: A few misconceptions causes the student population of Casper High to take a guess at the mystery that is Danny Fenton. 

Phantom of Truth by: HaiJu: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7476808/1/Phantom-of-Truth Summary: Locked away in a secret government lab with Phantom as her subject, nothing stands between Maddie and the truth… except, perhaps, herself. (Personal note, this is a phandom favorite, and while I should have had read it, I, in fact, did not) 

Shadow of a Doubt by: HaiJu: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9683169/1/Shadow-of-a-Doubt Summary: The truth was supposed to save Danny. Fix things. The lab, the experiments, the lies, those were all in the past. Weren’t they? Sequel to Phantom of Truth. 

What Little Girls Are Made Of by: HaiJu: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11592126/1/What-Little-Girls-Are-Made-Of Summary: Phantom and his younger double save Amity Park from a monstrous ghost, nearly destroying themselves in the process. The Fentons have always hunted ghosts; now it’s time to save one. 

Green Jacket, Red Sleeves by: LunarMothim: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9117967/1/Green-Jacket-Red-Sleeves Summary: Two secrets: Danny’s mysterious injury and Phantom’s bizarre ectosignature. In her quest to find the answers to both, Maddie finds out more than she could ever have anticipated. Revelation fic, no PP 

Running Blind by: Dejah Thoris of Mars: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3049214/1/Running-Blind Summary: Crossover with CSI. Something supernatural is killing people in Las Vegas… and it all seems to lead back to a fifteenyearold runaway named Danny Fenton. 

A Different Sort of House Call by: Hornswaggler: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6481092/2/A-Different-Sort-of-House-Call Summary: House’s new case is a little tougher to diagnose, primarily because the patient should be, quite literally, already dead. A continuation of AnneriaWings’ Lab Rat 

Everything Was White by: lexosaurus: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16467191/chapters/38565494 Summary: After being accidentally revealed to the public and taken away by the government, Danny deals with the aftermath of his time with the GiW. 

You Should Be Dead by: SaphireDragon11: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9375525/1/You-Should-Be-Dead Summary: Dash and Kwan are horrified to discover they’ve accidentally killed their classmate, but perhaps even more so when he shows up at school the next day. With his secret on the line, Danny soon discovers Dash and Kwan are the least of his worries. A 

Snapping Sound by: Represent: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11535920/1/A-Snapping-Sound Summary: COMPLETE — “You’re new Sam, so you don’t know. This will be the only warning you get. Don’t trust your eyes or you’ll be tricked. Nobody in Amity is who they seem. Nobody.” (personal note, another clasic of the phandom) 

Dead Man’s Blood by anthrop: https://archiveofourown.org/works/991204 Summary: “Pfah! What good’re cops in a town like this?” The old man waves dismissively. “Nah, Phantom’ll take care of things, same as he always does.” Dean pauses in fishing out his wallet. “Phantom? Who’s Phantom?” 

we are all walking each other home by anthrop: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16007549 Summary: Danny’s eyes flare. “What?” “Nothing,” Tucker says quickly, because he has a healthy sense of self-preservation and respect for the stupid amount of super strength and speed Danny’s got in ghost mode. “It’s just weird to see Phantom look so casual,” Sam drawls, because her favorite thing in the world is to push a guy’s buttons when he’s already down, apparently. 

when the sun burns out by: anthrop: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5594869 Summary: “Storm?” Vlad scoffs. “This is no mere storm bearing down on us. He has opened a door, and He’s stepping through it now. He will reach down from beyond the stars to pluck you and I out of our weak meat with neither fuss nor flair. Don’t you see it, Daniel? We’re finally going to die.” 

feel the outside turning in By: anthrop: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12292512/1/feel-the-outside-turning-in Summary: You remember falling out of the portal, and the dizzying twist in perception as you watched yourself fall. You watched the awful jitter of your body’s limbs, writhing like a dying insect, your white jumpsuit burnt black and smoking. You watched Sam and Tucker stagger away, the flashing lights carving terror deep into their faces. (personal note, It’s actually still Danny’s perspective but 2nd person is used) 

Ghost speak; the Teacher By: @phantomrose96 http://phantomrose96.tumblr.com/post/45888938801/ghost-speak-the-teacher Summary: Danny slips into ghost speak and Lancer, Like the good teacher he is, tries to translate 

From Ashes to Ashes by: @phantomrose96 http://phantomrose96.tumblr.com/post/74683295739/from-the-ashes Summary: Danny becomes less and less himself in the worst way possible From Ashes to 

Ashes (Part 2) by: @phantomrose96 http://phantomrose96.tumblr.com/post/92381491182/from-the-ashes-part-2 Summary: It’s Part 2 I aint gonna spoil it 

A Ghost Story By: Cordria: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11590571/1/A-Ghost-Story Summary: Maddie finds a strange toy airplane in a field, and it leads her to learning some very interesting things about her family. A spooky oneshot to celebrate the dead. 

Masks By: Cordria https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3831182/1/Masks Summary: Sometimes, people hide who they truly are behind masks. This is a short story about the day that Lancer decides enough is enough when it comes to Daniel Fenton. Sequel is ‘Plunge’. 

Plunge By: Cordria https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4759041/1/Plunge Summary: Sequel to ‘Masks’. Now that Lancer has learned the truth and has let Danny out of his office, Danny needs to face the next hurdle: his parents. 

Pits By: Cordria https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3283823/1/Pits Summary: Danny has been captured and thrown into the Pits by Walker to fight for his life. Listen in as he tells his dark, twisted tale of surviving despite the odds. Warning: dark and depressing. Sequel is ‘Final Exam’. 

Final Exam By: Cordria https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3240983/1/Final-Exam Summary:When Danny has to write a paper for Lancer detailing one of his most traumatic experiences, this is his creation. Caution: extremely depressing and dark. Sequel to ‘Pits’. (Personal note, this was in 1st perspective? I had no memories if that but when I came into the phantom and read this + Pits I sobbed my self to sleep. Cordia has a Tumblr too? Anyway her stuff is off the shits) 

Some blogs that could interest you are: @d-o-t-s @anonymousapparition @ghostrift @lexosaurus @danthectoman @ectoplasmbender @diddly-darn-ghost @danphanwritingprompts @cordria

Anyway absolutely NONE of my links are working, so you miiight have to copy and paste and the layout might be wonky cuz it’s acting WEIRD But!!! I hope this helps! Happy reading, and thanks for dropping an ask!

(Edit) Fixed it!

I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

Can you send the link of the new episode? Lies? Please?

the ep with english subs my beloved

at what age do you think you’re going to stop having interests or a personality, turn off your brain, and become an Income Generator Bot and/or Mombot with no internal life

I still can’t believe that in the last 10 years Superman, Green Arrow, Flash and Supergirl all had live-action shows about them with 100-200 episodes, meanwhile Batman literally didn’t have his own show since the 60′s??

Like yeah he’s definitely overexposed on the big screen, but the fact fact that he (nor any of the Batkids) never had their own TV show is crazy to me.