#Bring Across

[hussyknee]

People seem to think this is fake because it's written in English. Apart from the racism in believing that Arab doctors and nurses aren't fluent in English (a second or official language for half of Asia), Palestinians have deliberately been addressing their audience in English on every social media, from journalists to children, because they know speaking English to Westerners immediately makes people more human in their eyes. Because language is one of the ways the imperial cultural hegemony conditions us (yes, everyone in the world) to see who qualifies as "people" and who are simply a mass of bodies who were always made to suffer and die. Gazans know this deeply, which is why they have been using English to beg and plead through social media, "We're not numbers! We're not numbers! We're people like you, we speak your language, we deserve to live!" all the while they're systematically slaughtered.

Israeli forces also encircled Al Shifa Hospital yesterday and bombed it for several hours while shooting dead anyone trying to flee including medical staff moving between buildings. Not sure whether it's still continuing because WHO lost all communications with its staff there a few hours after. The last new report said that thirty-nine babies had been removed from the incubators before the power went out. It's extremely unlikely they will survive.

Please understand that these atrocities depend on the war of attrition between governments and public attention. The momentum of public outcry is difficult to sustain through repeated stonewalling and bureaucratic intractability. When we're flooded with these reports and a sense of futility and despair replaces the anger, it allows compassion fatigue to set in and the violence to become normalized. Massacring hospitals, killing sick children and openly targeting humanitarian aid workers (Netanyahu just declared the UNRWA is in league with Hamas) will become simply more news articles that fade into the background, and open genocides will soon become part of the "lesser evil".

Take care of yourselves how you can, take distance where needed, but please never tune out and give up on the two million people for whom we are the only witness and hope. Never stop boosting and sharing the news and posts you find, never stop getting out there and joining every protest you can, however small. Anger burns out, which is why activism must depend on an immovable sense of justice and uncompromising value for human life. It's not just about Gaza, it's about the kind of evil our generation will be coerced into accepting as unchangeable and inevitable hereafter.

[potato-lord-but-not]

HATE THE AM HATE THE PM

[arealtrashact]

Garfield and Odie

[pandadrake]

Shots fired by the Spider-man sequels.

Was ruminating on how Miles and Miguel are technically both 'Spider-man 2' in their respective universes. Got me thinking about the other Spider-successors in the cast, and also what if they all got matching T-shirts or something.

[cubedmango]

miles + comic-con

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Jazz Fenton, after years of fixing her brother’s injuries, becomes a Doctor with an inclination towards behavioral health and psychology- In order to make the difference she wants to see in the world she joins Dr. Leslie Thompkin’s practice. 

Jazz Fenton, M.D. has spent years of her life doing research, doing the hard work and the emotional labor, and finally, finally, she’s joining a practice she can feel 100% confident in. She’s goddamn good doctor and she wants to make the biggest impact that she can. 

Dr. Thompkins (who insists that she call her Leslie as they’re colleagues now), is a kind woman, sharp as a tack and keeps her practice open at odd hours to help the most unfortunate. It took some time for them to bond and trust to be built, but now Jazz is being allotted a few night shifts here and there. 

It’s incredible. Jazz gets to spend time with the kids who come in and really talk to them (in addition to getting them antibiotics, heating pads and pokemon themed bandaids) to help equip them with a few coping skills. Her passion for psychology never disappeared after all, but the expansive knowledge of how to heal the human body has made her find a sense of fulfillment like no other.

Having proven herself and worn Leslie down, Jazz now takes up about 1/3 of all the night shifts in the month. She’s hoping to get to 50/50 by the end of the year but she’s content with what she has. Danny keeps odd hours anyway so calling him after work on her walk home can happen any time of day and he will always answer enthusiastically. 

It’s a particularly busy night before he comes in. The Red Hood. 

He was known for being an ally to Leslie, despite being on contentious terms with the Bats, but Jazz had never asked directly. Never one to turn away a patient with bullet hole wounds, she hops into action to get his wounds cleaned, sewed up and gauze wrapped. She’s handing him a sheet (an Infographic! Dani made it with her! Graphic design is her passion!) on how to care for his wounds when he first seems to recognize that she’s not Leslie. 

“No, Of course not. I’m Dr. Fenton. I can’t blame you for not remembering but I did introduce myself as you bled in the entry way. You’re Red Hood, right?” 

“Hm. Didn’t realize the practice was expanding. Where can I find-” He grumbles before pushing her hand aside from where she had still been supporting his shoulder.

“Hold on there, mister. You’re going home, you’re following this infographic and you’re going to get some sleep.” 

“Lady you don’t know-” His voice modulated ton came across antagonistically. As if he was trying to intimidate her. Ha, Jazz rolls her eyes at the inclination.

“Who I’m talking to? Who I’m dealing with? You’re hilarious. I can eat you vigilante’s hero complexes for breakfast. Tell me who I’m calling to pick you up and then you can say thank you.” Jazz snaps at him. It really had been a long night but his whole dialogue thus far is making her a bit batty. 

“Oh really Doc? You know Leslie’s tough shit, and from what I can tell you’ve got nothing on her-” 

“Trying to make me feel insufficient when I just saved your life? That’s cute. I’m sure a lifetime of abandonment by both of your parental figures gave you that. I’m also sure that you inherited this desire to prove you’re not going to be dependent on anyone who wants to help from whoever got you dressing up in tights to fight crime in the first place. Again, I’d love to talk at length about how predictable you-” 

“Bwah- wait- I’m Predictable? You’re probably some nepobaby who had parents who told her she could have the world-” But Jazz cuts him off with hysterical laughter- he couldn’t be further from the truth. Her parents loved her, but nepotism? With what, the ghosts? If anything she got that from Danny, but he doesn’t need to know about her ghostly titles. 

“You’re just some guy who came back from the dead and made his trauma everyone else’s issue. So shut it. And tell me how I’m getting you home from this clinic.” She seethes though her voice stays devastatingly level with each word. 

Speechless for a moment, he eventually relents to Jazz that he’s already called for help on the comms but it will be hours before they can come for a pick up. The sun had already come up and the night had been over for most of them before Hood had walked into trouble. She groans and the realizes the time for herself and the empty clinic around them.

“Fine. My shift just ended anyway. I’ll get you home in one piece and I swear to all the ancients that you’d better follow the directions on the infographic.” 

And that’s how Jazz ended up calling her brother while supporting the weight of a grown ass man (who no longer wanted to talk to her) on her walk home. 

The next time Red Hood appears in her clinic, he’s brought a dozen roses in addition to the cut on his neck that definitely needs to be pressurized like ASAP. Did he stop for the flowers on his way to the clinic? He’s going to pass out from blood loss! She doesn’t even like roses!

[jtexplorer]

@soposii

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 164

“Dude, of course you’re having rage moments, have you like, ever gone back to the Zone after you got revived? Or at least like, found a familiar to take the edge off all that excess ecto of yours?” 

“... what.” 

“I’ll take that as a no, come on. My Dad can open a portal and we can find you a friend if you’re gonna’ insist on being in the living world!” 

“Wait a fucking minute- what the fuck-”

[dimensionzero]

so why are none of us talking about how peter parker from miles' universe wasnt actually supposed to die

[stars-obsession-pit]

So, fun fact:

John Constantine got a transfusion of some demonic blood to repair his injuries at one point (since the demon needed him healthy to complete a certain task), and it left some lasting effects on his body/soul.

I don’t yet have a single specific plot idea for how to have it contribute to the plot of a DPxDC crossover fic, but i feel like it could absolutely do something.

Like maybe it’s treated similarly to resurrection by Lazarus Water and leaves him a type of unhealthy liminal, but since this is demonic in nature, the corruption’s effects/treatment are way different from Lazarus stuff.

Or maybe it makes him just inhuman enough to fall slightly under the Ghost King’s control, leading to him being dragged into ghostly politics by that.

Or maybe he actually dies and becomes a ghost, but the blood makes him into a sorta half-ghost half-demon entity. Though the soul contracts would likely muddy the water even further with any “dying” stuff…

[brown-spider]

An important fact that everyone should know~

Peter B and Hobie are about the same height and Noir is Noticeably taller than Peter B 👀

[cipherhunter]

MIGUEL O'HARA ↳ 50% human. 50% spider. 100% FERAL.

[raining-anonymously]

i don't know… i just can’t stop thinking about how candace’s resistance is entirely made out of kids.

[pandadrake]

Horses. I really like that other movie that Hobie's voice actor was in.

IDK why I ended up putting so much effort into the rendering this was just supposed to be a shitpost.

Hobie's pose is heavily referenced from a shot from the movie Nope (2022). The background texture is also from the same frame.

Miguel is cast as the stressed-out, half-Latino, tech guy with an angel name who watches camera feeds all day and bitches about his life to people he just met.

[innerconflict]

one-shot ; little cuddles w/ miguel 🫶

wc: 563

warnings: none, maybe talk about overworking?

a/n: wrote at 1am and had to reread this morning because i don't trust myself between 1am-4am

 

You're curled up on the sofa in your apartment, scrolling through your phone with a sheet mask on and a blanket pulled up to your chest. The windows are open, letting the warm air from Nueva York drift in and wash over you.

Miguel left earlier than usual today. He left a little note, saying he probably wouldn't be back until late. You've been doing nothing all day, scrolling through Instagram and random blog sites. There's been a lull in supervillain activity recently, but you don't mind a bit. Except for the fact that it gives Miguel more time to work on his tech, ergo, spend less time with you. Sometimes he won't even sleep—he'll come home, cuddle you until you fall asleep, and then work himself away in his mini-lab all night.

 

You're scrolling through one of these blog sites now, looking at what your [star sign] Lilith means when you hear the lock in the door twist and the apartment door open.

You smile to yourself, sit up a little, and flick your hair out of your face. You hear him kick his trainers off, then he appears at the door and stands there for a second, looking at you.

"Hey, sweetheart," you say, smiling. He walks over.

 

Miguel collapses onto you, his face smushing into your chest, and his arms wrap around your back. He's warm, still wearing the clothes he was wearing when you went to bed the night before. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, running your hands through his messy curls.

"Sweetheart," you say, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Mi cariño," he murmurs, rubbing his nose into your top and breathing in deeply. "I missed you."

"Bad day?"

"No," he says, lifting his head up and resting it on your shoulder. "Tiring one."

You're suddenly aware of the late hour and the orange light shining through the semi-open blinds at the window. "We can go to bed."

"Hmm..."

He doesn't move; he just holds you tighter. You can feel the tension in his muscles and the way his body seems to be seeking comfort in you.

"You work too hard, Miguel," you whisper, running your fingers through his hair. "You need to take a break sometimes."

He sighs softly. "I know. It's just... there's always something."

"Yeah, I know," you say, because you do know. Even you have moments where all you do is work. "Just us now, though."

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his face softening. "Just us," he repeats, looking into your eyes.

 

You both untangle from each other gently. He takes the sheet mask off your face and kisses your forehead.

The two of you head to the bedroom, switching the lights off and collapsing into the bed. You get under the covers, and he joins you, pulling you close to his chest and burrowing his face into your neck. You close your eyes, cosy, and you can feel yourself drifting off.

"Thank you," he whispers, sounding tired. You'd thought he'd fallen asleep.

"Hm, for what?" you murmur, your fingers tracing patterns on his arms. 

"For being my safe place," he replies, kissing your shoulder. "Love that you're always there for me."

You smile, feeling your heart swell with love. "I love that you're always there for me too."

He relaxes into you, and you lean back against him, totally safe. You can feel his heartbeat on your back, can feel his fingers pressing into your stomach, and you only have good dreams that night.

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[hadesoftheabyss]

"We need more gay ships that include people of color!"

The Spiderverse Fandom: does that

"Actually no, don't do that. In fact stop touching people of color and forcing themselves into gay ships!"