and danny z

Danny: We’re here to stop the senseless slaughter of our people!

Pariah: 92.

Danny: This has gone on for too long, and now you’re going to pay!

Pariah: 355.

Danny: We are… we… what are you…?

Pariah: No. Go on. Continue. Don’t mind me.

Danny: And… we are the ones who will stop you!

Pariah: Oh, wow. 419.

Danny: That’s it! What the hell are you doing?

Pariah: Oh, sorry. It’s a little hobby of mine. I hear these heroic speeches so wearily often. So I started keeping a mental list of how often I hear certain lines.

Danny: You… you insane bastard!

Pariah: 190.

Danny: Yeah? Well, uh… we’re going to… fuck your face!

Pariah: Oh, oh, my! 12.

Jay-Z, photographed backstage after winning his eighth, ninth and tenth “Gramophone Awards” by Danny Clinch in 2010. 

Hov won “Best Rap Solo Performance” for “D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune)” and “Best Rap/Sung Collaboration” and “Best Rap Song” for “Run This Town." 

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It’s a harmless prank. Dani knows that, she does them often enough. It’s just that her need to know how the movie ends just barely overwhelms the fear that hollows out her chest.

She doesn’t like scary movies. Consider it a remnant of her time spent with… Father. Dani saw enough horror in his experiments to last a lifetime. So. Yeah.

Anyway, it’s not like she’s made a big deal of it. So, Danny probably didn’t think more than it might spook her a little, and conveniently left out the fact that the movie was The Grudge. 

In another lifetime, Dani’s sure she would have loved this stuff. But, as is

Dani sits through the movie, and it’s only when the credits roll, and Sam flicks on a lamp do they see her invisible form wrapped in the comforter, trembling. 

“… Dani?”

Her form bleeds back into visibility, and Dani wipes furiously at her eyes, breathing a little uneven as she clutches at the blanket with one hand. “Y-Yeah, good m-movie, let’s not do this a-again anytime soon, alright?” she mumbles, mostly to herself, but from the stillness of the room, they hear her.

“Oh my god,” goes Tucker, and embarrassment floods her, pushes forward another wave of tears, “ we totally didn’t have to watch that Dani, geez, Danny didn’t you tell her it was a horror movie?”

“… I may have left that out.”

Sam groans. “You’re such as ass,” she says, and then Danny yelps. There’s some shifting to her left, but Dani keeps her eyes on the floor. An arm curls across her shoulders. “Listen, Dani, if a movie is too scary, you don’t have to watch it. We have a lot of other movies we could watch.”

“I k-kinda… wanted to know h-how it ended,” she admits, weakly, and shakily exhales. 

“That’s what the internet is for,” Tucker says. “Synopsises are easy to look up.”

More shifting. Then Danny is in front of her, peering into the hood she’s made out of the comforter. “I’m sorry Dani, I… I should have told you.”

“It’s okay,” she grumbles, uncomfortable. “Dunno how I’m gonna sleep tonight, but I know you didn’t really mean it.”

With a huff, Sam squeezes her shoulders briefly. “It’s not okay, and he should totally have to do something for you now. Maybe buy you burgers for a week or something.”

“Hey now… a week is a bit much,” he protests, but Dani makes a considering noise, beginning to feel better now. “Dani, please, think of my wallet.”

“A bacon and cheese triple patty Nasty Burger for seven whole days,” she whispers, struggling to hold back a laugh as the color drains from Danny’s face. 

Tucker and Sam roar with laughter.