#Call E

[vinestaff]

sighs. another guy in my brain i guess

[tungledotedu]

uh why the fuck would you say this

this post has 3000 notes and they get worse.

el-shab-hussein has already explained why he no longer shares how he vets individual fundraisers. scammers will use the information to be less obvious, making it more difficult to spot them.

and senatortedcruz's post has no actual proof of a widespread scam. that is a serious accusation to make, yet people are reblogging it and accepting it as true with no evidence. i won't deny that there are individual grifters on tumblr, but there are accounts like @/neechees, kyra45 and anonthescambuster that will help you avoid them. hussein even has a #scam alert tag for this purpose.

it's racist to spread misinformation about a supposed large-scale deception posing as fundraisers, not to mention dangerous because this makes it less likely for gazans to get what they need to survive and escape relentless airstrikes. we've already seen the consequences of this bias. some of these people are all too happy to be cops and harass or report gazans thinking they're bots or 'spamming' inboxes.

almost nobody on that post is encouraging others to donate to organisations or other vetted lists like those by operation olive branch, which has a faq sheet that explains how they verify fundraisers. i suspect this is an attempt to discourage people from helping palestinians altogether.

gazans are making fundraisers because they have no other choice. many of them cannot work and earn money as their workplaces have been destroyed. some have been disabled by injuries thanks to the iof's targeting of civilians. the fault is on israel for besieging them and on the egyptian government for exploiting their need to evacuate.

they're doing this for the same reason they have been posting photographs and videos of genocide so that people will pay attention to their suffering, so the world will not forget. is it such a leap in logic to understand they will also use social media to start fundraisers? do you just expect them to sit there and die in silence? so you can ignore them and your countries can keep arming israel as it commits atrocities?

[konigsblog]

cw: dub-con 🔞

loser-könig who eats pussy for the first time, slobbering all over himself, and cumming all in his boxers before you're even nearing your first orgasm.

he'll get insecure and aggressive, huffing and puffing as he forces his cum-soaked boxers into your wet mouth, stuffing your little mouth to stifle your moans as he jerks off to the sight of your glistening pussy — no longer stimulating your sensitive clit through bitterness and embarrassment, instead getting off and forcing you to stare at his bulbous, glossy and leaking cock against your heat whilst he strokes himself gently.

loser-könig who will hump you 24/7, ‘til he's squirting hot strings of his milky release all over his boxers, covering himself, and your panties, in his white arousal. you're squirming against his firm grip as he buries his fingers deep inside your pretty pussy, swollen folds and your clit overstimulated, getting you off whilst drooling against your bare neck like a weirdo.

loser-könig who humps your pillow whilst flicking through porn magazines, rubbing his hung and throbbing dick against the soft sheets, his balls heavy and full with his white cum, spurted all over your pillow as he gets off to the pornography.

loser-könig who tries to get you to re-enact some pornos with him, but he'll end up forgetting what he's supposed to be doing, hammering into you brutally!

[temeyes]

answer the question sir

[vanmec]

Secondo and his dogs

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[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Hot take, I really don’t think we should assign human morals onto animals and call them bad or evil. Fishblr has internalised this idea really well with sharks, and I think that’s good! Sharks don’t deserve all the fearmongering they suffer from in media. But… can we please remember to extend this to other animals too? Even to intelligent animals like dolphins (most commonly bottlenose dolphins) and orcas. It seems to be a counter to pop culture’s tendency to show dolphins as complete angels when they partake in some messed up things, but like…. Dolphins are still animals? They may be able to recognize themselves in mirrors and they may have language and culture and know how to use tools but their intelligence is still on the level of a human child (and how empathetic are those!!??). I see people talk about how evil dolphins are but I never see people talking about other animals the same way, like, why aren’t sea otters and their “evilness” the topic of discussion? :/

[ryllen]

diasomnia unkies

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[eurodynamic]

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY → ‘Ghost Senpai’ Skin Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

[feeltheillinois]

adam parrish + the potential for villainy

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[azaleastobloom]

We’ll never sleep in the same room again

[akimao]

"You almost died, again!"

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[temeyes]

kinda missing cod lately

[okunichh]

hi everyone!

bc of mom not paying the bills for our flat back in ukraine, all of my ua cards were blocked, and now, being still on a job hunt, I have no money to live on.

so now i'm re-opening my ko-fi! any donation helps, and ones from 10 eur will get a sketch like this!

please consider donating OR commissioning me OR buying a print! reblogs appreciated 🥲

[oatmilk-vampire]

Steve's been playing the apple twist game since he was a young boy able to feed himself.

He finds himself holding out hope the letter he lands on will be some grand sign of who he's supposed to end up with, and some part of him hopes it'll be an N despite that seeming impossible. But at this point he'll take just about anything if it is real--and God, does he hope its real.

One day as life slowly gets back to normal Steve and Eddie are hanging out at Steve's when Eddie witnesses Steve play the game almost subconsciously, saying the first four letters of the alphabet before sighing as it breaks on the fifth.

"Did you not think that was gonna happen?" Eddie muses at his friend who seems to be pouting at the broken stem.

"I was just hoping for something different. It always lands on E."

"So?"

"It's supposed to tell me the first initial of my soulmate's name, but I don't know anyone with an E name."

Eddie fixes him with a look that he usually only gets from Robin. "Oh come on, I know you're not that dumb, Stevie."

Steve's head makes a sharp movement to him, surprise coloring his features. He tilts his head. "What?"

"Seriously, man? Did the apple gods ever say it had to be someone of the opposite sex?"

Steve blinks only to repeat himself. "What?"

Eddie rolls his eyes, fixes him with a wild smile.

"My name starts with E."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

with Luo Qingyang and Lou Binghe having the same last name I got start thinking of an au: like what if lbh was her little brother

tho what's funnier lbh in the mdzs universe or that means tlj is lou qingyangs dad in that au

I wanted to give this a genuine answer but I kept getting distracted by Lou Binghe...so...yeah.