#AsOne

[shesthedoll]

1st gen kpop banners , various artists

[tanarin]

Up the ladder into Spiljari, Montenegro we found unbelievable views and met the most interesting people - never to forget the infamous “Milo Filo” who’s withstood the test of time and change - we should all be so lucky 😉 Exploring the Chapel of St Ivan, the Church of our lady and the Castle is San Giovanni, Kotor delivers a classic lens into medevil life prior to the commercial perversion that comes with membership into the EU. We should all make an effort to know our authentic world before it’s too late. #knowyourself #intheworld #asone (at Kotor, Montenegro) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnVevEgtAUd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[omanxl1]

Atjazz Mix | Atjazz Tribute Mix

Digital Crate Digging Continues as we proceed and continue with this Throwback Thursday  / Thankful Thursday edition. The saga  / struggle continues as we continue to get breakbeat scientific dropping this good word plus O-Dog Day Partying or Afternoon Jazzing! That way we’re not out here spazzing due to prevailing conditions, but Brotha O is still tripping; he stared off into the distance;…

[orecoltd]

Chúc mừng quốc tế phụ nữ 8/3 Chúc một nửa thế giới toả sáng✨ mỗi ngày. 🍀✨ Happy International Women's Day To all the women in the world, shine on✨not just today but every single day. #ore #oremro #Ridgid #joplax #strapack #asone #nsmaquinas #maple #Pikal #gestar #crossman #Mro #hospitality #happyinternationalwomensday https://www.instagram.com/p/CphdMQvu8Mn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[probablyasocialecologist]

"We saw a woman, around 30 years old, [and] she was lying on the floor in a large puddle of blood, facing the ground," said a Zaka volunteer tearfully in an account posted on Zaka's social media accounts. "We turned her over in order to place her into the bag. "She was pregnant," he added and stopped to take a breath. "Her stomach was swollen, and the baby was still attached by the umbilical cord when it was stabbed, and she was shot in the back of the head. I don't know if she suffered and saw her baby murdered or not." This horrific incident, which the Zaka volunteer alleged occurred in Be'eri, simply didn't happen, and was one of several stories that have been circulated without any basis. There is no evidence for this incident, and no one in the kibbutz has heard of this woman. A Zaka senior official admitted in a conversation with Haaretz that the organization knows the incident didn't occur. In another video, which features the same volunteer, he describes, weeping, how he found the burnt and mutilated bodies of 20 children in one of the kibbutzim. He told Haaretz that this was behind the dining hall in Kfar Azza, while in another instance, he said it was in Be'eri. However, the children who were killed in Kfar Azza are Yiftach Kutz, 14, and his brother, Yonatan, 16. Ten children were killed in Be'eri, but at least some were known to have been with a parent and were killed in their homes. The organization has been accused of spreading false information before. In December 2022, Haaretz reported that Zaka had inflated its stated number of volunteers for years in order to receive more funding.

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[triumph-of-adaptation]

Wu Tang - ODB

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[imperatrice21]

I hope with Damian going through all his character development and becoming a better person DC doesn't change everything about him because for some reason I love him when he's being a total brat 😭

[stochastique-blog]

Dont do that

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[underground-hip-hop-affiliated]

ODB photographed for Time Out Mag. 1999 by Gavin Evans

[sleptwithinthesun]

Tim anon here! Maybe he’s dealing with hayfever while he’s trying to patrol? Also very happy to read whatever you have already going !

HI SORRY I DUCKED OUT FOR TWO MONTHS I WAS. OCCUPIED

and yes ofc!! please forgive me if this is poor in quality; i haven't written any snz content in three months now sO im out of practice and i was falling asleep while i wrote this. here's 1.3K of sneezy t/im and annoyed but caring j/ason :D

(if you're still looking for whatever stories i have for d/c, you can look at my fic masterlist and check out the t/imber college au!!)

Tim always was a stubborn little son of a bitch, Jason'll give him that. And, out of every villain Red Robin had fought, he'd know that best; he'd tried to kill the Replacement enough times to say he's almost like a cockroach, refusing to die no matter what Jason did.

It shouldn't be surprising, then, for Jason to find Tim on patrol, crouching silently on a rooftop. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be an issue, except for the fact that the pollen's the highest it's been thus far, and Timmy has some of the worst pollen allergies Jason's ever seen.

"What're you doing out here, Red?"

His voice comes out low and distorted with fuzz, the warping effect of the modulator in his helmet. He alights next to Red Robin with little more than a soft crunch of his boots on the rooftop. It takes him a moment too long to react and look at him, and just by observing Tim's posture, Jason can tell he's not doing well. There's a slump to his shoulders, a slight tremor in his hands as he holds his bō out defensively. He relaxes the moment he clocks Jason, though, stumbling forward into the elder's arms.

"Woah, hey..." Jason trails off, catching the younger vigilante in a hug. Caught off-guard, he's unsure what to do, unsure what's going on. He'd expected to have to drag Tim back to his safehouse and then stuff him with antihistamines, but it seems like he's already giving up.

"Hood," Tim mumbles, his voice thick with congestion.

"Why're you out here?" Jason rephrases, and Tim clutches tighter to the sides of Jason's leather jacket.

Tim's breath hitches as his inhales, and it takes him a second to regain control. "Badtmband," he replies, nearly incomprehensibly.

"B sent you on patrol?" translates Jason.

He nods, wordless, then shudders with a quick series of sneezes. Tim's worryingly careful to avoid the leather, crushing a gloved fist against his nose and squeezing his eyes shut beneath the mask. "ngxt! n'xtt! h'ngt-tt! hih... hh'ngXxt!"

"Bless you, Red, jeez."

"Thaggs." Tim sniffles, blinking slowly, like he's barely staying awake. Jason casts a glance around the area, making sure there's no one near the two of them. Tim's in a dangerous position now, and while Jason's more than capable of knocking a couple of heads, he's not in the mood to deal with anyone tonight when Tim's already vulnerable. Moreover, how the hell could Bruce think it was a good idea to send Tim out on patrol tonight? Just look at him.

He makes an executive call. Tapping on the comm at his ear, Jason only halfway tunes into Dick's conversation with Damian, shamelessly interrupting to say, "You're going to want to cover the East end of the city, I'm taking the Replacement home for the night."

"Hood, wha—"

"I'll rip o—"

Turning off the comm amid Dick's confusion and the threat Damian was about to level, Jason then shifts his attention to Tim. He's small enough to carry, still, and Jason doesn't really see another way out of the situation they're currently in. Tim's simply too exhausted to move of his own accord, and if Jason weren't already so worried about exactly why that is, he'd be paying attention to the fact that B, despite having access to their medical files, chose to send Tim out tonight when Stephanie's in town as well as Cass.

Jason's gentle with Tim as he pulls him upright. "Red? Hey, c'mon, we're going home."

"Mm, ndo," Tim mutters. "Godda padtrol."

Jason scoffs. "You're barely functioning."

"I'mb fide."

"No, you're not. Look, Red," says Jason, hoisting Tim onto his back. He manages to grab on, helping Jason out the tiniest bit. "I dunno why the fuck B sent you out tonight, but that was a mistake."

Tim gives a wordless groan against Jason's back, one that could either be a protest or a resigned acceptance, before turning his neck to sneeze into his shoulder. "gk'tt! ng'xXt! h'kff!" He doesn't quite manage to stifle the last one, muffling it instead.

"Bless you."

"Nng."

"Hood?"

He startles. "Fuck, Oracle, don't just start talking in my ear."

"This is important. Red dropped off the comms ten minutes before you showed up. GPS was working, audio and camera were working, but Red just... stopped talking."

"Yeah, he's still not doing well. What's going on?"

He can hear the tapping of Barbara's keyboard over the line, underneath his breaths and the whirring of his grapple gun. "Red's working on a case."

"He told me Batman sent him on patrol. Bless you, Red."

"I try to stay out of their personal business. All I know is that Red was trying to get evidence for a case when he went out."

Jason sighs. "Alright. Thank you, O."

"Anytime, Hood. Get him inside."

"Already on it." He lands on the roof to his safehouse the second Oracle clicks off the comm, using the door to get Tim somewhere that he can lie down. The second he pulls the Red Robin cowl off of Tim's face, it becomes obvious just how allergically miserable he is; his nose is red and there's a thin sheen of moisture on his upper lip. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, his lips slightly parted to take in shallow breaths as his chest rises and falls with increasing rapidity.

Jason hurries over to the kitchen. "Hang on for eight seconds, Red," he calls over his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of Kleenex and then rushing back to the living room and thrusting them to Tim's face.

His reaction is immediate. Tim practically snatches the tissues from his hand, cupping his hands around his mouth and sneezing harshly into the tissues while still trying to remain as quiet as possible. "h'hH'hGXT! nGT! gxt-xxt-xtt!"

"Bless—"

"k'shtt! h'xt'shu!"

"Christ," Jason whispers. "Bruce let you out like this?"

Tim blows his nose softly, unproductively. "More like he ordered me oudt like this."

Well, Bruce always was a sadistic dick. "Elaborate."

Tim sighs, like the effort of telling Jason is too much for him. "I'm on like, seventeen Benadryl. Enough to see The Hat Man."

"That... is not what I wanted to hear."

Jason blinks at Tim. With the new information, Tim's current behavior makes a lot of sense. The exhaustion, the inability to focus, the lack of filter. Ordinarily, Tim wouldn't dare to call direct blame to Bruce, would smooth things over with his words to bring attention to his own poor decisions, because that's what Tim does.

But, apparently, Tim-on-seventeen-Benadryl doesn't.

He sighs. "I fucked up a case. I'm tired, I'm not thinking, I'm sneezing every six seconds. Obviously, I fucked up a case."

"How does that result in Bruce forcibly sending you on patrol?" demands Jason.

"He got mad that I fucked up the case, duh," Tim says. He lazily presses his elbow to his face and sneezes again. "h'Hhh! hk'sh! kshh! ng'tshh! ish! huhh..."

When he brings his arm down again, there's a small bit of mess running down his upper lip. Jason sighs inwardly at the thought of having to clean him up; Tim might not be close with him, but Jason does still consider him to be his brother. He feels a sense of responsibility toward him, especially when he's... fragile like this.

"And so, as punishment, he sent you out on patrol while you can't even see your own feet in front of you," summarizes Jason, using another tissue to wipe Tim's face. Tim nods, head lolling to rest against the back of the couch.

"Yep."

"Don't sneeze on me," Jason warns.

Tim just sighs.

"Alright. Fuck, the old man really is a prick." Tim only nods and sniffles again. "Just... sleep off the Benadryl, okay? We'll settle this in the morning."

"I'll say hi to The Hat Man for you," Tim slurs, already half asleep.

Jason closes his eyes for the solid four seconds he needs to regain his sanity. "Yeah, Tim. You do that."

[pthalomars]

I never post my writing but I'd like to share a snippet of a drabble I wrote for an au that me and @jankwritten are working on

[Context: a year after blood of olympus, leo wakes up under Thalia's tree comes back to find his best friends in shambles. It's not the warm welcome he was expecting..]

[graff-aganda]

Reminiscing about my HOA phase again. . .

[bluejaysandblackbats]

To Touch Fate

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)

Chapter Seven: GMT +8

Jason scooped Angelo up and bounced the boy on his knee. Angelo pushed his face into Jason's shirt. "Ometto, do you want a bite of my sandwich? Do you wanna see me try it first?" Jason offered as he twisted his finger into his cheek.

Angelo nodded and looked at Jason as he took a bite. "What does it taste like, Papá?" Angelo questioned.

"It tastes like fish. You like the taste of fish. Try a bite of Papá's, and if you don't like the crocodile, you can spit it out," Jason replied. He held the sandwich to Angelo's mouth, and the boy took a small bite with his front teeth. He made a face, and Jason held out his palm. "Want to spit in Papá's hand?"

Angelo shook his head and finished chewing. Noemi laughed and snapped a picture. "Papá, could I have some more?" Angelo asked. Jason chuckled.

"That's my big boy," Jason smiled, offering Angelo another bite.

Noemi nibbled on her fries while she watched the ocean. "Is it good, Occhioni?" Noemi asked. Angelo nodded.

"It chews like chicken," Angelo replied.

"The texture's a lot like chicken, yeah," Jason replied, "And I know you don't like chicken, but I'm so proud of you for giving the crocodile a chance."

Jason and Angelo took a bite simultaneously, and Noemi snapped a picture and laughed. "This one goes on the refrigerator," Noemi chuckled. Angelo giggled and kissed Jason.

"Can I have an ice cream milk after I eat?" Angelo asked. Jason looked at Noemi, and she nodded.

"Does Mamma want a milkshake too?" Jason asked. Noemi grinned.

"Butterfinger for me," Noemi replied. Jason took a big bite of his sandwich and gave the rest to Angelo.

"Mmm, Angelo, watch Mammina for me," Jason joked as he set Angelo in his chair. He went inside to order their milkshakes, and when he returned, Angelo was talking to a girl a little older than him.

"I'm from Italy," Angelo replied, "That's my Papa."

"If you're Italian, why do you speak English?" she asked.

"Don't be rude, Bug," her father chastised her.

"It's alright. He speaks two languages," Jason replied as he set down everyone's milkshakes, and Angelo pushed Noemi's to her side of the table. The little girl waved and left with her parents.

"Mammina, here... Which one is Papá's?" Angelo asked. Noemi shrugged.

"Whichever one you don't want," Jason answered. Angelo picked the one with the donut on top. Jason snapped pictures of Angelo and Noemi. "What do you wanna do next, Angioletto?" Jason took out the picture book he had made for Angelo.

"Can we see the birdies, Papá?" Angelo asked. Noemi dipped her fries in her milkshake and crinkled her eyes.

"I didn't tell him to say that," Noemi replied, "But I'd like to see the birds too."

Jason giggled. "The birdies it is," Jason replied.

Angelo balled up his fists and shook them. "Yay," Angelo whispered before returning to his milkshake.

After everyone ate, Jason took them to the nature reserve and bought two tickets. "There are 25 birds-."

"Papá! Look! White birdies!" Angelo exclaimed. Jason grinned and picked Angelo. Angelo grabbed a pamphlet and got a closer look.

"Owls, Angel. They're pretty, huh? Owls are Mammina's favorite," Jason replied. Noemi snapped pictures of Jason holding Angelo near the owls. Jason set him down and pointed at Noemi. "Go stand with Mammina. I wanna take a picture of you two." Angelo obeyed, and he pulled Noemi down to give her a kiss.

She picked him up and showered him in kisses. It took them three hours to see all the birds, and Angelo could barely keep his eyes open. Noemi tutted as she rubbed his back. "Time to go to the hotel," Noemi yawned.

Jason nodded and got a ride back to the hotel. He bathed Angelo and dressed him for bed. "Papá, I'm going to stay awake until you take your bath," Angelo reassured him. Jason smiled.

"Thank you, but I could read to you right now if you'd like," Jason offered.

"No, thank you... I want calm Papá," Angelo whispered, "You're better after bathtime."

Jason waited for Noemi to bathe, and he took his shower. Then, he returned to Angelo, who managed to stave off sleep long enough to keep his promise. Noemi and Jason lay on either side of Angelo. "Tell us a story," Noemi teased. Jason playfully squeezed her nose between his pointer and middle finger knuckles.

"Do we want a true story or a fairy story?" Jason asked.

Noemi glanced at Jason and then at Angelo. "A fairy story, Papá," Angelo whispered.

Jason took a dramatic breath and crawled to the foot of the bed. "Oink oink. Oink oink," Jason snorted as he made a face like a pig, and Angelo giggled.

"The Pig King," Angelo whispered to Noemi.

"That's right," Jason whispered, "Once upon a time, in a kingdom much like our home in Lecce, there lived a king and a queen. They loved each other so much—. Kind of like Mammina and Papá." Noemi hummed sweetly, her lips closed into a tiny satisfied grin.

"What were their names?" Angelo asked.

"King Michele and Queen Sofia," Jason replied. He paused, allowing Angelo to accept the answer. "King Michele and Queen Sofia loved each other so much... And what they wanted more than anything was a child. For seven years, they tried, but still no baby. It made them very sad.

"Queen Sofia often slipped away to weep privately about her woes in the garden. And that's what she did one night. Queen Sofia cried and fell asleep. In these times, falling asleep in gardens welcomed fairy dreams, and Sofia was a queen, so it was only natural that she received a visit from three fairies. Their names are unknown to me because it was a secret, and fairies don't like to brag.

The first fairy was a mother, so she offered the gift of a son that no one could harm. The second fairy was a princess and a sensitive soul. She gifted Sofia a son that no one could offend, and he would have every virtue—."

"Papá, what's a virtue?" Angelo asked.

"It's a good trait... Mammina's virtues are kindness, patience, humility, diligence, and charity. Your virtues are your kindness, charity, humility, and your temperance. You remember your virtues... From the church," Jason whispered. Angelo nodded.

Jason was in no rush to send Angelo to bed. He loved it when Angelo asked questions. "So, he'll be a good boy?" Angelo asked.

"Exactly," Jason whispered. He leaned forward and kissed Angelo's forehead before continuing his story. "The third fairy was old, and some would say mean, but she was also wise. She whispered something that Queen Sofia didn't understand or believe. Her gift to Sofia was a son born as a pig, and he would only take on his human form after his third marriage. So, months later, she gives birth to a little piglet. King Michele wanted to cast him out, fearing embarrassment, but he quickly came to love his son. They raised him like they would any human child, and he grew up well-mannered and even-tempered."

"Did he talk like a pig?" Noemi asked for the sake of asking.

Jason snorted and kissed her cheek. "No, mia amata. He was human-like. He walked and talked like a person. He grew up to be a good man. So, his family arranged a marriage to one of the eldest daughters of a prominent family. She couldn't see past his piggish appearance and plotted to kill the prince on her wedding night. However, the prince pig couldn't be harmed, so in her attempt to kill the poor prince... It backfired. Taking her life. The second sister married him with the same results.

Finally, though, he meets their youngest sister. She is the sweetest and most understanding of the three daughters. Before the wedding, the prince met with her privately to reveal a secret. He removed his pig skin to reveal himself as a handsome prince. He put his pig skin on once more, and they married. Soon after that, the prince and princess had a beautiful human child, and he revealed his secret to the entire kingdom. He eventually became king and ruled the country with patience and kindness unmatched by anyone before or after him."

Angelo sucked his thumb. "Papá, are you having fun?" Angelo asked.

Jason climbed under the covers and closed his eyes. "I'm always happy when we're together," Jason whispered, "I love you, Angelo. I love you, Emi."

"I love you, Giasone," Noemi whispered.

"I love you, Papá," Angelo smiled. And they slept. It was probably the best night of sleep Jason had ever had. He woke up smiling.

[lostjulys]

batman "no killing" rule: trite. vaguely hypocritical. boring. very obviously a product of the comics code & cleanly sanitized 40s morality. 0/10.

vash the stampede "no killing" rule: ridiculous. tragic. reminiscent of a single man trying to hold back a tidal wave with nothing with the sheer strength of his convictions and love for humanity. painfully sincere. 100000000/10.

[breaking-noose]

"Ol Dirty Bastard he's the artist different from all other artists and hes not me, as we speak I'm Unique Ason, that's what my name is, Ol Dirty Bastard comes in the part when I'm onstage, he's like the incredible Hulk, you know what i'm saying? when he comes he's like a superhero, he come to entertain, he comes to put spirit in the People.." from his documentary Ol' Dirty Bastard: A Tale of Two Dirtys (2024)

In this photo you see his energy and persona in effect but this photo was by design, he claimed the room wasn't messed up enough, so he sent the assistant to get some beer to pour out and more blunts to scatter them over the floor, he took the TV and stereo and stacked them up on each other, took his shirt off and said he was ready now.

[Strictly hip hop]

[jonsilverstone]

I keep making music instead of doing what I need to... This time it's originally a Scottish song, translated and arranged by Jan Laštovička for the Czech band Asonance, whose version I'm basically using for this cover. I do also have the original lyrics version, but I don't like the way I sang that one. :D