The Deep Lands 🏕

ghost boy in oregon (gf x dp crossover)

"Billy was right, dear… The stars do look pretty…"

Reblog the fundraisers you mfs!!!!! I don't know why you all skip those to reblog some pic of a banner saying "FREE PALESTINE" or of news from Columbia University! Literally these people from Gaza have made an account on Tumblr and is writing in english to communicate what they need and you all are coming onto my blog or on the tag and not reblogging their posts. We have people both Palestinian and non Palestinian vetting the fundraisers! I mean more the reblogs, more the chance of the fundraisers gaining momemtum, the more there would be a chance of a donation. Please donate if you can and reblog!!! and follow them if it is possible.

@/mohammedayesh has posted getting leaflets telling them to evacuate Rafah. They are very low on funds. Go follow them and reblog their posts and donate if possible.

gofundme.com

Donate to Support My Journey to a New Start, organized by Mohammed Ayesh

‏Hi my name is Abed im making this account on behalf of my friend Muhammad Saeed Ayes… Mohammed Ayesh needs your support for Support My Jour

We have @/haneenatya too whose mother is suffering from eye stroke and need to evacuate. Please I have been following them for some days and it doesn't seem their own posts are getting much attention.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help my family out of Gaza, organized by Suheir Hojok

I am reaching out for your support to help my family get out of Gaza. Ever since October, the… Suheir Hojok needs your support for Help my

Follow them! They are on tumblr. Reblog their posts and donate. The protests in universities are being done on account of them. They should be our focus.

need a danny phantom and gravity falls crossover NEOWWWWWW

Can’t he be well behaved for once?…-

from- @ask-ratchet-the-medic

Wdym? He’s the most perfect little angel, capable of no wrong

I recorded every word that was discovered for the thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com computer console, as of last night (8/9). The video is an hour long. I did this knowing I had work in the morning. God help me.

Musical Chairs

While out on a mission fighting a magician, everyone's powers get swapped. Seeing as this isn't the first time this has happened, most of the League has been able to do a very short training session with each other's powers. Danny, however, is relatively new and hasn't had many normal train sessions with the League, much less the specialized training sessions.

It comes as a bit of a shock how quickly Danny's able to get a grasp on how the "new" powers work and how volatile his actual powers can be.

THIS ^ This is it oh my god ❤️

Sorry for the mention but thank you @ faeriekit and @ mkarchin713 for the ideas!

It was not a a good time for everyone at first

It starts off slow at first.

A small chill down his back as Red Hood begins his reign over the gangs of Gotham, watching over Crime Alley, controlling the drug trade, and planning his revenge on Batman and the Joker.

That's when it starts.

Slowly getting nightmares to chills constantly to the point that he would go into episodes with the Pit Madness— when he feels watched.

Meanwhile for the dead who haunt him, the Lieutenants: they almost aren't doing well too because—YEAH NO SHIT, they're headless and pretty much not in their right minds (HEHE >:]) almost ALL of them don't remember much of their names, blurred memories, what all new ghosts go through.

But they all share one thing: The Red Hood is their killer, and they want their own pound of flesh.

There's no pure ectoplasm around, nothing to really help them... the strongest they got is Red Hood's corrupted energy, the Pit Madness. Even though they know it's wrong, that there's something wrong with their killer. It just stresses everyone out, they've never seen before The Red Hood killed them.

It just amplifies the bitterness and hate they have towards each other, it makes them feel worse.

So they try to hurt him–to make him feel what it's like to have his head ripped off. Their killer will struggle to sleep. He feels something on his throat, a pressure on his head, the chills become more violent that he trembles.

They try to get him caught when he's on a stealth mission, make him angrier because they know he'll verbally attack or fight a batmember.

It's a bitter arrangement that despite the want for revenge, no one is happy with the situation.

Until one day, watching their killer as he enters an alley; the headless bodies freeze.

Jason for the first time since his return doesn't not feel the chill nor the lonesome pressure as he picks up a tiny bundle crying and whimpering.

The moment Jason checks to see the little baby's face, they are met with baby blue eyes and fluffy black hair, cuddling up to Jason for warmth with whimpers. Jason rocking the little baby before tucking the tiny thing close.

Their killer turns away to take the baby home; baby blue eyes look over their killer's large shoulders. The baby stops whimpering as he looks at them, curiosity in his eyes...

Making Heads Turn 🫨

Jason had become a father to a little baby boy, taking him in when he found the poor thing on the streets, in a cardboard box, wrapped in a space themed blanket.

While the obstacles a new parent goes through is tough. He knows it's worth it to have Danny, his baby, his son in his life. He doesn't regret adopting him.

Danny is now at the stage of his little life that he babbles and giggles, Jason always had fun having a conversation with his baby. Although Jason's sure that his hair is getting whiter with the chaos Danny brings now ever since his baby brain realizes that he can CRAWL to PLACES >:D

However this new development... is a little strange.

Whenever Jason puts Danny down in his crib to make dinner or any other important errand. Danny will begin to babble to the air, as if his little tyke is trying to talk to someone, making grabbing hands and scooching over to grab someone's attention.

Ever since he made his introduction to Gotham as Red Hood, for the first time to those gang leaders with the bang of the AK-47. Taking over the Gotham underworld by storm with anger and precision.

He always felt a chill down his spine... When he was alone, yet... the Pit Madness flared always making him feel enraged and paranoid. As if he was just waiting for a fight... for a confrontation...

Being alone in his apartment, having nightmares, more like repressed memories of what he had done... Lots of things, but for some reason—his mind... keeps going back to the moment he threw that duffel bag at the table infront of the gang leaders that night... the night he went after the lieutenants, taking their heads.

He doesn't know why.

But ever since the precious cargo that was his baby Danny, arrived in his life. That all went away as he took care, fed, and loved his baby boy.

Jason never had an episode with Danny; he couldn't bare the thought of hurting the child.

Jason was even having less episodes when he was with the Bats!

The chills; however, Jason still feels them occasionally... but they would always disappear the moment Danny would demand attention or to nap.

And instead he would feel something else hang over his baby everytime Danny slept peacefully...

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Second ever DPxDC prompt that I've ALSO been getting brainrot over ❤️ I'm having fun 😄

Basically this prompt idea is Jason adopting a baby Danny, while seemingly unaware that he's being haunted/watched by the people's he's killed to become a crime lord. More specifically, being haunted by the heads/headless ghosts of the lieutenants Jason killed as Red Hood.

While Jason can't seem to see them, he can feel 'chills' from them. Danny, however, CAN see them mostly because I based this on that thing where babies/toddlers can see spirits in those typical YouTube videos that list ToP 5 ScArY gHOstZ VidEOz!1!1

Whatever happened though, this causes the ghosts to instead focus more on Danny than on Jason.

How much will Jason freak the fuck out when he finds out? Who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Although Danny is absolutely having fun here ^^

Anyways, I might add extra stuff soon to this!

My baby, my baby

DPxDC

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Jason has been having dreams. Dreams of him living a different life. Almost every night he would go to bed and wake up in a different apartment. One that was cleaner but had more possessions in it. He would walk down the hall to a room that was space-themed, with glow-in-the-dark stars filling the ceiling, planet stickers making up the galaxy on the wall, and a soft black rug on the floor with toys littered about.

In the middle of the room, there was a crib and in every dream, a baby was waiting for him. The baby never cried, just sat there waiting for him with the biggest smile. He had the bluest eyes and dark hair that curled at the end. His freckles matched the stars on the ceiling.

Jason would pick him up gently and place him on his hip, bouncing him softly which would make the baby laugh. His chubby little hands would clap together when Jason placed him in his high chair. His legs would kick impatiently waiting for his food.

The dream would go on as Jason goes through his day with his baby. He would play with him and put him down for naps throughout the day. Jason would carry him from room to room in this apartment.

He rarely put his baby down, rarely separated from him. Always holding him close as the dream went on.

Then Jason would wake up. He would wake up to no baby in the room down the hall, in a shitty apartment that is supposed to be just a safe house. There is no space-themed room and no high chair in the kitchen. Jason would curl up in his bed clutching his chest as grief for a baby that is not real invades his heart.

He will mourn for the few quiet moments of the morning before he locks it away to start his day.

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Jason was getting to the end of patrol as he made his final rounds. It was a quiet night which made him wary and on edge. He was heading to his apartment, grappling across the rooftops when he heard something from an alley just below him.

The noise quickly caught his attention, making him jump down into the alley. As he got closer to the source of the sound he could make it out as the crying of a baby. Hidden by trash bags and behind a dumpster was a baby.

A baby with pale skin and trembling chubby arms. He had dark hair that curled at the ends and his eyes were scrunched tight. His face was red from how hard he was crying.

Jason knew this baby.

His baby.

Jason gently picked up the baby causing the crying to stop. Looking up at him were teary blue eyes. The bluest eyes he has ever seen.

The baby was swaddled up tight in a black blanket with yellow stars with a green sticky note stuck to the front.

“Danny, the beloved

CW”

Was written in the note.

“Danny…” Jason whispered softly as he looked at the babe like he was the most precious thing to ever grace the earth. “Let’s go home.”

A collection of screams