This Feels Like N Incomplete Acrylic Painting-

HC—Luo Binghe looks almost identical to Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky. (basically Airplane is hot but doesn’t realize it.)

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Shen Yuan woke up back in modern China after spending sixty years in PIDW, so, of course, the first thing he did was message Airplane.

(That’s actually the second… third?…thing he did. The first was trying reach out to the system. The second was crying.) ((But if Shen Yuan were asked why he was crying he’d scoff. Tears? No way! His eyes were just dry.))

Anyway, he reached out to Shang Qinghua—who, by the grace of God, came back with him—and found out that they both lived in Hong Kong. And not only that, but in the same neighborhood! Which was insane, but also very lucky. Maybe even too lucky? The universe never usually helped them out. Maybe this kindness of them being so near each other was an apology from The System? Whatever it was, it was best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The two agreed to meet on a Saturday, when Shen Yuan didn’t have school (being back as a senior in high school sucked).

Here’s the thing, Shang Qinghua sent a long winded text as a warning about how he looked very different. Which…fair. Everyone in PIDW was gorgeous, and people in the real world were not like that.

They agreed to meet at a café. Shen Yuan had sent Shang Qinghua a selfie so the man knew who to look for. It was a decent selfie, one Shen Yuan may have spent too much time on. It was a mirror selfie, showing off a nice outfit and Shen Yuan throwing up a peace sign. The photo showed an older teenager, with black hair that fell to his shoulders, large black eyes, and a silly smile. (He sent the picture to his mom too.) ((Seeing his family again was a whole other story better never to be told. There were a lot of tears and hugs on Shen Yuan’s part. It was a little embarrassing.))

Shen Yuan had gotten to the café early, snagging a corner table and waited with two iced lattes. He watched people out of the window. The streets were busy with both pedestrians and cars, there were delivery bicyclists and people carrying shopping bags. It was crowded. And loud. And dirty.

Being back was weird.

But, having indoor air conditioning was nice. And the internet! Oh God, he’d sell his kidney for the internet back home.

He blinked his eyes, his contacts felt harsh against them. Years without needing them made him forget what they were like. He should’ve worn his glasses, but had honestly forgotten where he put them. Maybe he should buy another pair? It wasn’t like he lacked the funds and he wasn’t sure how long he’d be in the modern world.

It was the chair across from him scrapping across the wooden floor that startled Shen Yuan back into focus.

His phone told him that Airplane was five minutes late.

“About time you showed u—Binghe?” Shen Yuan gapped.

“Close-ish?” Shang Qinghua flushed and adjusted his black framed glasses. His curly hair was kept in an undercut, he had pierced ears and a lip piercing and a sleeve tattoo on his right arm. He had freckles, dimples, and a 5 o’clock shadow too. Which. What? Okay. “Hi.”

That was Shen Yuan’s husbands face looking back at him! Sure, the eyes were black and there was no demon mark, but he intimately knew that face.

“Qinghua?!” Shen Yuan wheezed his name, his heart doing weird things in his chest at the fucking shock. “You look…you’re nearly identical to…”

“Yeah,” Shang Qinghua sighed, “imagine how surprised I was the first time I saw Binghe. The system stole my face!”

The voice was the same as Luo Binghe’s, even though the pitch was a little different.

And the body. Because…Shang Qinghua was tall? And muscular? And he was mother fucking LUO BINGHE.

“What the fuck?” Shen Yuan stared.

Shang Qinghua sighed as he grabbed his iced latte. His nails were painted black.

“My brain can’t—” comprehend this. Shen Yuan’s mind was static. Error 404 bounced around in his brain.

Was this some sick joke? Did The System do this? Was he really back in the bamboo house resting in bed and having a weird as fuck dream?!

“Wanna take this somewhere else?” Shang Qinghua asked, his eyes darted around the establishment uncomfortably. People were staring. At him. Because he was fucking gorgeous.

Shen Yuan had So. Many. Questions.

“Is it as bad as your office at An Ding?” Shen Yuan asked, his lips curled disdain.

Shang Qinghua huffed a soft sound of amusement. “Where do you think Binghe gets his clean freak mentality from?”

“Wait,” Shen Yuan stood up when Shang Qinghua did. “When you said you wrote a self-insert, you didn’t mean Shang Qinghua??? You meant Luo Binghe?!”

“Well, yeah, bro.” It was surreal to hear the word ‘bro’ come out of that mouth. “Binghe is all the good, bad and ugly of me, amped up to eleven. Well…with bad at a fifteen.”

“Wait, what?” The hamster in Shen Yuan’s wheel of a brain began to run faster as thoughts began to practically explode. But there was one that was louder than any of the other:

Did this mean that Shen Yuan basically married Shang Qinghua?!

Hello Deadpool and Wolverine fandom

I'd like to bring this golden post back in light of the Honda Odyssey scene

Hey random but do you have the Danny phantom google drive? I lost my copy sry sry

i looked all over but i can't find it im so sorry king

Ok Ok so.

In dpxdc stories. Danny always gets assumed to be sick or uses it as an excuse or whatever to hide his powers right?

What if he wasn't lying?

It wasn't something easily noticed, not when half a dozen other things could explain it after all.

The shakes lingering? Well he'd used his ice powers a lot the night before fighting Skulker.

The faint feeling and lightheadedness? Well his mom had a good shot when people didn't interfere, and while he healed fast, it wasn't from nothing; he felt better after he ate anyway.

Heart racing suddenly? Probably just attempting to regulate the low beat on reflex again to seem normal but over shot it.

But the getting out of breath or spotty vision hadn't really been easily explained.

It was Mr. Lancer who asked about it after he'd gotten up from his seat in detention-happening less and less for actual reasons and more an opportunity to safely do his work and rest, after the truce with the ghosts to leave him and the town be during certain hours-only for the next thing he knew he was on the floor, head pillowed on Mr. Lancer's sweater, and a cool wet paper towel on his forehead and neck.

POTS. Post orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Not uncommon for those who had had injuries too their hearts to get.

It made sense when the teacher asked if he could have it. Apparently a friend of his's daughter had it.

From there, it made things easier to an extent. Salt was pretty easy to add, he figured out a wrist brace that he could extend into a cane if needed to.

In ghost form he didn't need it at all, but human form had its limits.

Despite all that he'd gone through, he graduates and even gets accepted to a college near jazz, hers was in Metropolis but Gotham had the ambient ectoplasm that he needed, and it was a day trip away.

And so Gotham U became his home, especially after his parents couldn't take that he wasn't "their son" anymore when he told them-after moving everything and getting his cheap apartment set up just in case. He considered it lucky that they loved their son enough they couldn't hunt "his ghost".

Last he'd heard they were working closer with the GIW but hadn't had much luck since the portal strangely closed soon after he left and the other ghosts didn't feel much reason to visit Amity anymore without him there.

It was Gotham U where he met Dick by literally fainting into his arms after a long day where he'd forgotten to eat and the early dinner the night before plus the going down the stairs at a quick pace and leaning forward with gravity.

"sorry, couldn't help falling for you~" the cheesy pick up line was the only thing his foggy brain could comprehend before he fainted.

They'll talk about it after the party..

(i'm not good making comics)

GUH

I HATE IT. I HATE IT SO MUCH. IT COULD BE SO GOOD BUT ITS LEANING TOO FAR INTO STEREOTYPES AND TRYING TOO HARD TO MAKE THE CHARACTERS “ZANEY” AND “ADULT” WITH NOTICEABLY FORCED MOMENTS, BUT IT COULD BE SO GOOD. IT COULD BE SUCH A GENUINELY WONDERFUL DEPICTION OF POLYAMORY AND FINDING WAYS TO NOT LET YOUR TRAUMA HOLD YOU BACK EVEN WHEN IT TRIES TO COME BACK TO HAUNT YOU, OF THE ABUSE AND HOMOPHOBIA QUEER PEOPLE OFTENTIMES FACE FIRST IN THEIR OWN HOME. ITS TRYING TOO HARD TO BE THE ADULT VERSION OF THE 12+ SHOW ITS EMULATING, AND I CAN UNDERSTAND WHERE THE WANT FOR SOMETHING LIKE THAT COMES FROM CONSIDERING I MYSELF NOTICE HOW IT FEELS LIKE THE ORIGINAL GOT MORE AND MORE BABY SENSORY BRAIN-ROT AS WE ALL GREW YP AND MATURED, LIKE IT WAS GOING BACKWARD WHILE WE ALL MOVED FORWARDS, PROGRESSING IN REVERSE AND ALL THAT, BUT ITS LEANING TOO FAR INTO IT. ITS CRAPPY AND CRINGY AND NOT IN THE CRONGE BUT FREE WAY BUT ALSO YES IN THE CRINGE BUT FREE WAY AS IN IT COULD BE CRINGE BUT FREE AND GOOD BUT IT ISNT BECAUSE OF HOW HARD THEIR PUSHING, AND HOLY SHIT IS THIS HOW SHEN YUAN FELT ABOUT PIDW CAUSE DAMN AM I ABOUT TO FUCKING RIOT.

SCORPIO IS LEANING WAY TOO HARD INTO THE SOFT BUT FIRM VOCAL TONES TROPE, LIKE THE WOLF THAT FEARS THE EFFECTS OF ITS OWN BITE AND THUS PULLS ITS TEETH, AND THAT COULD BE WONDERFUL IF THEY WERENT SO SET ON IT BEING BLACK AND WHITE, THEY CONSTANTLY EITHER MAKE HIM COMEDIC BUT SILENT OR TRAUMATIZED BUT SILENT, AND THE SWITCH UPS ARE VERY JARRING- PLUS HIS MOMS VOCAL INFLECTIONS, DESIGN, AND GENERAL BEHAVIOR MAKE HER FEEL LESS LIKE THE MANIPULATIVE NARCISSISTIC ANTAGONIST SHE SHOULD BE AND MORE LIKE A VILLAIN ONLY PUT IN TO EITHER BE THE EVIL VERSION OF HER COUNTERPART IN THE ORIGINAL SHOW OR A PRETTY OLDER LATINA LADY TO DRAW IN VIEWS.

SCORPIOS BEST FRIEND WHOS NAME I CANNOT CURRENTLY REMEMBER WHO IS POSSIBLY THE SECOND ML IS VERY SWEET BUT THEY LEAN TOO FAR INTO MAKING HIM THE DUMBASS WHO ONLY THINKS ABOUT FOOD, WHICH COULD BE GOOD IF HE AT LEAST HAD SOME LEVEL OF EMOTIONAL OR SITUATIONAL AWARENESS, BUT BOTH HE AND SCORPIO ARE INCREDIBLY PUSHY, CONSTANTLY BREAKING THEIR WAY THROUGH OTHERS BOUNDARIES AND PUSHING INTO THE FIRST ML’S SPACE. 1ST ML CLEARLY STATES A MULTITUDE OF TIMES THAT HES CREEPED OUT, UNCOMFORTABLE, AND THAT HE WANTS THEM TO LEAVE HIM ALONE, AND THEY NEVER DO. THE WORST PART IS, THIS WORKS FOR THEM. 1ST ML IS THE CLASSIC TSUNDERE CHARACTER-TYPE AND HE APPARENTLY SECRETLY LIKES THEM PUSHING PAST HIS BOUNDARIES WITH ZERO REGARD FOR THE WORDS HE SAYS TO THEM WHICH IS AN INACCURATE DEPICTION OF ACTUAL SOCIAL SITUATIONS AND WILL, WETHER INTENDED TO OR NOT, TEACH YOUNGER VIEWERS (FINDING IT BY ACCIDENT BECAUSE IT LOOKS VERY SIMILAR TO APHMAU VIDEOS) THE ABSOLUTE WRONGEST INTERPRETATION OF CONSENT, THIS WILL TEACH KIDS THAT PEOPLE WILL LIKE IT IF YOU NEVER STOP PUSHING PAST THEIR BOUNDARIES.

ITS FUCKED. ITS ALL FUCKED. AND THE PACING IS SO RUSHED TOO, SECOND EPISODE AND THEIR ATILL FRESHLY MET NEIGHBORS ON THE SECOND DAY OF INTERACTING AND 1ST ML IS ‘SUBCONSCIOUSLY’ THROWING AROUND WORDS LIKE LOVE AND LIKE (romantic sense of like). ITS HORRIFIC. IM NOT ASKING FOR A SLOWBURN BUT DAMN GIRLIE IT AINT A SPEED ROUND YOU CAN SETTLE INTO IT GENTLY CANT YA? ITS SO INCREDIBLY UNHEALTHY THE WAY THEY ALL THREE IMMEDIATELY ATTACH THEMSELVES TO EACHOTHER, AND THE PLOT IS BERY CLEARLY TRYING TO PUSH 2ND ML INTO THE ROMANCE ITS DEVELOPING BUT IT STARTED TOO FAR INTO THE STRICTLY SUPPORTIVE BESTIE FOR IT TO NOT FEEL EVEN MORE UNNATURAL.

IF THEY WOULD JUST SLOW DOWN THE PACING TO SOMETHING GENTLER AND TINE DOWN THE ATTEMPTS TO MAKE THEIR CHARACTERS CONSTANTLY EITHER ZANEY AND RELATABLE OR ADULT AND SHIT THEN IT WOULD BE SO GOOD- THEY JUST NEED TO ACTUALLY FLESH OUT THEIR CHARACTERS AND THEIR FUCKING **DIALOGUE** ISTG ITS SO STILTED THE DIALAUGE MAKES ME WANNA CRY SOMETIMES BUT THEN OTHER TIMES ITS SUPER FUNNY AND THAT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY EVEN MORE BECAUSE IT WOULD BE SO GOOD IF ANYONE ACTUALLY BETA READ THIS HORRIFIC WATTPAD FANFIC OF A YOUTUBE SERIES.

SO- I’ve been going to Momo-con all week this week, and I’ve been looking around for dc comics, to get a better idea of the general Batfam storyline, and I found a good fair few- I got two redhood comics detailing his backstory and what happened after, and a copy of nightwings 1st solo series debut, AND TELL ME WHY HIS HAIR IS SO- SO GLORIOUS IN HIS SOLO SERIES DEBUT COMIC. I COULD NEVER-

AND THE EYES???? IS MANS IS MADE OF BEAUTY OR SUM??

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