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Ebony | They/Them | 20s
My Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/ebonyheartnet Here to drop off Cryptic Comments, but the short and long of it is that this blog follows the paradox of tolerance: You are welcome so long as you remember that having an asshole doesn’t mean you have to be one.

Hey, hi people who have started following me for some reason. I have no clue why, but welcome! :D

If you need something tagged, my asks are open, and general questions are fine too! NSFW content is tagged as “lemon” or “citrus” btw, and I do ask that minors don’t interact with that content, though anything tagged “sex ed” is fine for all ages.

Also! If you would like to opt out of me being a bigger sap that a maple farm w/ my partner, “schmoop on main” is what you’ll need to blacklist

Aside from trigger tags and such, I also have my general content tags, which are the following:

  • “ebony writes the thing” for all my writing; originally there’d been a plan to split between a serious writing tag and a fiction tag, but ADHD be like that sometimes
  • “ebony makes the thing” for cooking (mis)adventures
  • “ebony answers the thing” for asks
  • “ebony sings the thing” OG lyrics, parodies, and the occasional Actual Recording
  • “ebony crafts the thing” might be crochet related babble, painting, sketching, or anything thereof
  • “ebony goes to the ER” or “wee woo wagon wailing 🚑” is pretty much what it says on the tin; just a semi-live blog around my hospital experiences in general. It can get really triggering, so I do ask that y’all be safe and blacklist this tag if you need to.

Individual projects that are gonna take multiple posts will have their own dedicated tags, which I will actually make a post about (eventually ^^’) but, for now, just check the first post and you’ll see what it is. :3

Also, a very important request: Please don’t tag me in ask memes or send chain letter type asks, especially positive ones, as it’s a particularly bad trigger. I’ll reblog ask memes I’m comfortable with, and it’s okay to ask me privately if I’m okay with being tagged in something, but please, this is the one thing I really need.

Once again, if there are any questions or requests, shoot me an ask and I’ll be quite happy to get back to you as I can! :D

reminder this pride month that disabled people in the US on SSI and SSDI do not have the same marriage equality as people not on SSI and SSDI. its called the marriage penalty.

by getting married, a disabled person can lose their income, benefits, and health insurance.

if a disabled person marries an able bodied person, and combined their assets are $3000 or over they will lose all benefits, including medicaid (health insurance).

if a disabled person marries a disabled person, their assistance is lowered 25%.

we don’t have marriage equality until all disabled marriages are equal.

sources x x x x

When people say "I hate people who walk slow/ use straws/ don't make eye contact/ other thing disabled people do more." then, when told it's often disability related, follow it up with "obviously I wasn't talking about disabled people" I make a mental note they are not safe.

Because the only way this is "obvious" is if you don't think disabled people are people.

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One of my friends said he hated it when people stood still instead of walking on the escalator. I pointed out I always stand still and hold on, since my dyspraxic ass would fall down easily. He said obviously I should hold on, he just meant people being lazy. I pointed out there's no visible signs of a whole bunch of disabilities and even just bad days or transient illnesses that could cause someone to need to stay still on an escalator, or any other way of meeting a person's needs. He sat down and thought about it, called himself an asshole, and admitted he was wrong. He's since got into the habit of asking me "Beckit, this thing really annoys me, am I being a dickhead?" when he's not sure if the thing is potentially related to a disability. It's made him a much more understanding person.

I'm very proud of my friend for reflecting on his behaviour and working to take down that red flag.

no language should be mocked other than french

Birds is “oiseaux” in French.

No letter is pronunced the way it should.

And there are seven of them.

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ITS PRONOUNCED “WAZO” AND YES, I WILL DIE MAD ABOUT IT

oiseaux hits every vowel in the french alphabet and manages to only be pronounced with 2 goddamn syllables

got vowels coming out the oiseaux

This will never not be funny and I will never not reblog it.

soooo.

fuck discord.

Turn these off NOW. If you wait they can use whatever you've said or shared with your friends on there until whenever you turn it off, even after you turn it off.

Turn them off and tell Discord to get their head out of their arse and go fuck themselves.

The first out of three prompts I'm throwing out this month

Featuring my favorite trope of de aging the ghost boy for trauma and angst purposes :D

Okay! So Danny gets captured by the G.I.W or the Fenton's he's experimented on until his body can no longer take it and he retreats back into his core. Since he is still in the G.I.W's/ the Fenton's lab this doesn't exactly help him escape. With Sadistic Joy the G.I.W/ Fenton's start experimenting with Danny's core. They don't manage to break his core fortunately (whether it be because halfa cores are hard to break or the sheer powerhouse that is Danny you decide!)

Danny reforms before they could figure out how to use his core as a weapon and this causes some side effects. Both halves of him were balanced with each other, instincts clicked into place. New organs and features of his body worked perfectly with his newly enhanced human ones. Only problem with this was that he was now a baby. A literal baby like a little under a year old! And worse news he was still in the lab, his memorys blurry and his thinking process babyfied. He didn't know much about the people keeping him captive right now but he knew they hurt him and he wanted out.

The G.I.W/ Fenton's are furious that Danny reformed before they could create the perfect weapon and are now trying to make him retreat back into his core yet again. They do their worst but do to Danny's new balanced forms He. Does. Not. Give. Danny doesn't retreat back into his core he's unable to; his body healing the damage faster than they could deal it. Eventually they decided they'd kill Danny again the same way he died the first time.

They put the now officially 1yo halfa into the portal chamber. He's cuffed and muzzled to keep him from escaping or making any of those ghostly chirps, clicks, and warbles at them. (They think Danny is threatening them but he's just showing distress and calling for an adult to help him)

They quickly turn the portal off and on again with Danny inside but when they look into the chamber there's no Phantom or ghost core.

The portal didn't kill him though. No, it blasted the infant through the infinite realms so fast he clips into a different universe and crashes directly into Bruce Wayne's living room.

The batfam are very startled because they were just having a movie night, they even got Jason to show up! Now they're trying to coax a terrified baby out from under a piece of furniture so they can get the cuffs and muzzle off him.

Everyone's gone from laughing and cringing from embarrassment from the stupid movie made about their vigilante persona's to being concerned, sad, and angry on behalf of their unexpected guest.

Damian leaves the room for a second and returns with a stuffed animal from his room, offering it to the baby. The baby doesn't have the free hands to grab it but crawls out to reach for it. Damian takes the opportunity to scoop the little boy up and removing muzzle and cuffs.

Danny immediately let's out an avalanche of repressed chirps and trills, excited to be free from his chains and happy with the toy he was given. Danny decides the angry child is okay, he didn't know about the bigger people though.

The entire fam has already decided he's theirs now and they're going to destroy whoever had the balls to do something like this to a child.

(Damian would make a great older brother and you can fight me on this! >:(

Whooookay

Let's do this shall we?

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Now that Danny is unmuzzled and is free of the restraints that were holding him and keeping him quiet, he's chirping, warbling, and trilling nonstop.

Jason can understand Danny's warbled speech. (Now yes I know that op said Danny's thinking process was babyfied but hear me out, he can think, and talk somewhat coherent Ghost speak. But he doesn't know that or understand what he's saying.)

So all Jason hears is, "Ye, Gahhh, EEEEEEEE, Whbfdbf, foob, waber, etc."

So whenever Danny's fussing or agitated or anything Jason is the only one able to somewhat understand what he needs. You can also have the Lazarus pit react to Danny's presence and is sending parental and informational messages through his brain about Danny's needs and everything else.

Damian now has competition for the Favorite sibling spot via Halfa/remnant/wraith/ghostly solidarity. >:33

Nononono

It’s not Damian vs Jason for the favorite sibling position.

It’s Bruce vs JASON for the FATHER position.

At first it IS Damian vs Jason for the favorite sibling but once Danny learns the words of Mama and Papa. He thinks of Jason.

The competition for the father position started with Bruce holding Danny. Wanting him to say a variation of the word ‘father’.

Danny being held by Bruce: “Da da da da-”

Dick immediately pulling out his phone: “EVERYONE BE QUIET [insert Danny’s new name or just Danny] IS ABOUT TO SAY HIS FIRST WORD!!!”

Danny: “Da da da da da-”

Jason walks through the door: “Hey guys, my landlord kicked me out-”

Danny bending his head backwards and making grabby hands at Jason: “DADDY!!”

Jason: “-of my apartment so, for the unpresidential time, I’m going to stay here — Did he just say what I think he did?!”

Tim: “Congratulations Jason it’s a boy.”

And the whole room bursts into laughter as Bruce and Jason stand there in shock.

Dick ends the video, without realizing he has been on Live the whole time. And all of this happened in the living room.

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Batman was still sulking a week later when he went to a JL meeting until Clark told him congratulations for his first grandson. Suddenly he wasn’t as sulkey as he now had to plan how to spoil his first grandchild.

Anonymous asked:

You mentioned years ago that you once worked on a project restoring former coal mine land, trying to get plants to grow and break up the compacted soil and so on. Do you know how the site is doing now? I hope you don’t mind me asking, but it sounds like a very cool project and I would love to know if it worked!

Oh, extremely well! The trees are about a third of the height they should be for their age, but there's a little woodland there now. This year my uni is taking over the lease for the site, so investigations continue. We got a lot of papers out of it. Plus, we proved that if you get the trees to grow in, you increase other biodiversity, like birds and earthworms and small mammals and lizards (the place is alive with lizards every summer, actually. Sometimes they sit on your bag.)

The main project site is here, if you want a gander.

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Progress photos, though! First, for clarity's sake:

That's the layout of the site from this vantage point. This photo is from August 1998, and I've labelled it so you can see the sections more clearly. We planted in the blue and white sections, blue first in the 1990s and then white in the mid-2000s onwards. The orange bit is just to show how there really are just bare heaps in these places, still; BUT, the whole site is made of the stuff, with a grass seed cover.

Anyway, the development:

You would be amazed at the lichens that turn up, too. And the butterflies. And the fungi. One of my students is doing her dissertation up there on mycoremediation, in fact. Fantastic place.

Not taken from the same angle exactly - the camera person was standing closer, and towards the bottom right of the earlier photos. But here's May 2023:

What you can see closest to the camera is the result of a lot of willow sticks that we shoved into the ground in 2011, because that corner is very very wet even by the standards of the site, and we wanted to see if it would work. It's going well!

Dc x dp 59

The nasty burger explosion goes off. The problem is Jack and Maddie put Vlad as their choice of guardian in the will.

Danny doesn’t manage to get away from Vlad quick enough. So he is stuck. Danny does manage to avoid the basement.

Vlad gets annoyed of Danny attempting to escape. All his current devices to restrict powers are temporary and need to be constantly re applied. So he comes up with a device that’s just cuts Danny completely off from his powers. Like the belt, just better and no shocking. In reality it basically doesn’t allow him to release his powers. Which is problematic for his core the power has no where to go.

Vlad thinks Danny had just accepted his fate and finally calmed down. Danny is just trying to keep his cool and not have his core explode or something.

They end up at a gala. Because of course they do. Regardless. Danny is in public.

It’s his time to act.

So while at the gala. He does what anyone who wants to get away would do. Danny manages to go up to you’ll never guess it. Bruce Wayne.

Going up to him asking him if he hypothetically punched him would he get kicked out. Just enough to hypothetically get away from a fruit loop trying to force him to be his son.

Obviously this leads to a punch and a getaway.

This then leads to a run in with a bat or bird. Someone gets to miss the last of the gala. By the end of the night Danny has full access to his powers and is away from Vlad.

Danny: Just be sure to have me brought to a meta-proof location. My powers've been blocked and I've no idea what's gonna happen when the suppressor is removed.
Bruce: ...
Bruce: Feel free to hit me hard. Really sell it.

Vlad storms over to make a fuss about Danny being grabbed, that poor baby boy is barely 15! You can’t manhandle him!

One of the guys grabbing Danny (it’s Jason or Dick your pick) whispers “how many obscenities do you know”

Danny twigs and starts screaming just

All the worst stuff he can think of

Swears and curses and eat the rich so that he really does need to be publicly removed and Vlad can’t insist on escorting Danny himself as his guardian, since Danny’s a minor

He tells Vlad he’ll bite his nipples off as extra incentive/stress relief and play fights while he’s wrestled away by two large and bulky men and Bruce tells Vlad he’ll see Danny in the morning

(Vlad does not get to see Danny in the morning)

(Dick or Jason grade him on his curses on their way to the holding room)

It is standard procedure, at least in a family made of vigilantes, to keep comms on at all times. While it is true that when they host their security is second to none, when the Waynes are invited out of their parties they need to take care. Sometimes people take things too far with their obnoxious rich personas, or get too loose lips with the thought to be dumb billionaires, really, there aren't many reasons why they wouldn't have comms on and all the extra security needed to satisfy their special brand of anxiety, that is to say, all of it.

A lot of the time they don't need it, but in the case that they do need it, they must be prepared.

It also allows them to experience these kinds of things.

"Ohhh, adoption bait going your way, B-man!" Steph whispered excitedly to the comms from her spot by the food, it was a wonder what she could get away doing as a 'family friend' and not a part of the gala circus. "Do try to not adopt this one, m'kay? I don't need more fodder in our Minecraft PvP server."

"That's Daniel Fenton, he is a ward of Vlad Masters," Jason said, having lucked out of making a public appearance and instead acting as a last minute addition to the security team, it was a wonder what makeup could do. "Also, shut the fuck up, you didn't last long this time either."

"Someone is salty because Duke shot them just after claiming victory like a dumbass, couldn't be me-"

"At least I don't have to play with the sycophants-"

Three taps to the comm and a Brucie Wayne looking right at Stephanie, yes we get it, we will play nice, yada yada yada.

Still, Bruce couldn't turn around even if he knew the boy was there. He had a lucky moment of peace, he will need to go back and talk to more people but for now he can rest, better to stretch this out as much as possible.

"Hey uh, Mr. Wayne?"

Inhale, think of what Kronk from The Emperor's new groove would say, and smile as you turn around.

"Yes?" he gave an exaggerated blink as his smile wided. "Oh and who are you? Have you tasted some of the hors d'œuvre ? My son quite likes the vegeterian ones-"

"Yeah, that's... nice, uh, question, if I were to punch you, I would get taken to jail, right?"

The comms were blissfully silent for once. Bye bye Brucie, it's Bruce time.

"Well, it depends, but yes. You would probably only be there overnight at most and get out after paying a fine but you would go to jail."

In fact, Gotham's cops don't care for such little issues, but they do think that somehow throwing kids with no criminal history to a cell would 'scare them up straight'. Of course, Gotham also shoves orphans to juvie if the social system is 'too full', so perhaps they aren't the best example.

"Cool, cool, cool. Would my... guardian need to come with me?"

"Nevermind, add him to the server."

"Masters seems to be looking for someone," Dick muttered from afar closer to the crowds. "I will go talk to him."

"... Usually guardians would accompany their wards if they were arrested, however it isn't needed."

"Would it be uh, possible for him not to come?"

"If you make a big scene then he could, theoretically, loose sight of you in the chaos and Gotham's streets are known to be quite dangerous at this hour so not many would help him get to a police station."

"I'm close to the nearest exit, he doesn't look too strong, I could drag him away on my own." Jason said.

In the distance he could see Dick talking to Masters, and despite knowing where they are, making sure to point to the opposite direction. Masters went to that direction afterwards.

Hmm...

The boy, Daniel, shifted slightly. A deepening of his breathing and a slow counting of his fingers. A. grounding technique.

Really, there wasn't any choice.

"... Do it."

"What-"

"We can talk about the reasons why later, but you don't want to see your guardian and are willingly to do something you're not comfortable doing to do it, my security team will drag you outside and you can explain it properly, alright?"

Ice blue eyes stared at him shining under the lights.

"Would you really- Thank you, I-" a slow deep breath in again as his eyes shone a bit too bright. "Just make sure you bring me to a place that can get really cold, meta-proof cold, because I have never been this cut out from my powers and I have to idea what will happen."

Well then, that changes things, doesn't it?

"... Feel free to punch hard, really sell it."

"B, talked with him, he's giving red flags all over the place." Dick whispered. "I'm coming over."

"He has a cuff on his left ankle, I saw it when he moved. It might be the supressor." Jason added.

It would be nice to have Oracle check the boy's meta status but she was busy checking the bat's out patrolling.

"Really? Oh, thank you, you're really nice, I can see why Lady Gotham likes you so much."

"What-"

Pain, blood, a broken nose and a loud scandalised scream.

"Ohhh, nice right hook."

"Hey! What are you doing!" Dick shouted.

He could hear Jason running towards them and quickly restraining the teen.

"Are you okay, Dad?" Dick asked with hidden laughter as he looked for damage. "That looks like it hurt."

"Shit, Masters noticed and is coming over, quick, make a scene."

"How many insults do you know kid? Make sure to shout them." Jason said to the boy's ear, the comm easily relaying the message.

Daniel grinned.

i want to thank the 1920s-1930s third wheel who saw their two friends lying in bed together in their underwear and stocking garters reading a book with their legs wrapped around each other and said “i am going to take a photograph of this”

i hope wherever they are now that everyone involved in the taking of this photograph knows how much joy it is bringing me 80-100 years later

Never before published images of men in love between 1850 and 1950 by Dee Swan, Hugh Nini andNeal Treadwell (Washington Post)

Reblogging this again because please, please click the link and look at the other photos but more importantly read the words written by the owners of the collection because it’s so touching and heart-warming