#Respect for all citizens

[bostonwalks]

Israel is one of the greatest and good countries in the world, a vibrant democracy which respects all religions, creeds, genders, ages etc. I love Israel! https://www.newsweek.com/israeli-democracys-vibrance-again-display-opinion-1790915

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #3

Immortal Ghost King Au:

Daniel Fenton was crowned as High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms on his 16th birthday. He knew many were opposed to him being crowned at such a young age (he was too), but the Realms had gone too long without a ruler and it was getting restless.

The Realms were sentient to some extent. It can not run itself as it has no form but it chooses a host, a King if you will, to fulfill its wishes. It may have lived on an entire millennia without a ruler, but it was only out of sheer luck and the contributions of countless gods that it had survived. The Infinite Realms needed a King and Danny Phantom was the only contender.

So the people were ignored and their boy king was crowned. However Phantom was young and naive, a child as both a human and a ghost. Even worse, he knew nothing about being a king. But the little godling would learn and learn he did.

Most kings were taught before they were coronated, but Danny had no such privilege. His coronation came and left with the wind. His private lessons overshadowed any thoughts he had left of mortal schooling. And Danny gave up on living a normal human life.

That last part was perhaps the easiest for Danny. Amity Park was already considered too liminal for them to have any “sentience”. The GIW had all but declared war on the Realms with their continuous violent actions upon his people and the land itself.

It wasn’t difficult for Amity to give up their “rights” and “humanity” either. They said good riddance to the world that never helped them, to the heroes that ignored their cries for help. And they bowed to Phantom, declaring him their King, just as he declared them citizens of the Infinite Realms.

He welcomed his liminals with open arms, vowing to protect them from any harm that would come their way, just as he would with any of his other citizens. He gave them a home in the Realms, an island- no a haunt of their own should they wish to truly reject the land of the living, and they accepted. Not many wanted to try their luck against the human government.

But with a God, no, their King on their side, they knew their safety and happiness was all but assured. After all, it was Phantom who protected them even as they turned their own backs at him. It was Phantom who fought against foes that could have erased him from existence.

And of course it was Phantom who would now receive any and all support he could ever want and need should he declare war against the humans of Earth. No, there was no need for people of the Infinite Realms to worry. High King Phantom was a God after all. It was only ever his right to exact divine punishment onto those who opposed and threatened his will. It was not their fault if the humans actively went against his will. No, the humans had no one but themselves to blame for whatever came for them.

[batcavescolony]

I was talking to an idiot and I need validation.

[bloodtwin]

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 。。。

             latest grave robbed: unprompted interactions 。

@silvertiefling ⸻ ❝ I have somethin' to confess - before you and I got together or whatever... I kinda slept with Iago -  ❞

             ❝   。。。 IS  THERE  a reason  you would say something like this to me, Katya ？❞ His voice is uncharacteristically even, despite the confession. Void of reaction as he continues observing the lanceboard in front of him, not bothering to look Katya's way. 

Puck is not easily riled up. Not much truly rattles him, but it should be a no-brainer at this point not to ever bring up his twin in conversation. Especially not like this. Not if you don't have a deathwish 。Yet, after his question, he's silent. He doesn't yell. Doesn't lunge for Katya's throat. He merely stares at the board. Waits.

Then his grip on the table tightens. Deliberately, his head turns in her direction. His expression is blank, but his eyes burn with a thousand emotions. There's malice there, hatred 。Pain & betrayal. Anger so intense that it almost paralyzes him. 

When he speaks again, it is deathly quiet. The only evidence of his rage can be found in the faint tremor in his voice. He takes one step towards her. Run.

             ❝ You should know there are few things I despise more than a liar, Katya. I do not tolerate them. ❞ He gets in her face, leering down at her. His anger starts to bleed through his voice. 

             ❝ I cannot fathom whatever game it is you think you're playing with me, but it is a mercy that you still breathe. I should cut out your tongue for having the gall to speak their name. Do not ever lie to me like that again. I will kill you, and after I've plucked every bone from your corpse, I will forget you ever existed. Now get out of my sight. ❞

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

gender-changing shakespeare, especially when the production originally cast your role (which was written as a man) with a man, is fun because it unlocks ✨new dynamics✨

[nighteternal1052]

mfw i see someone awesome on my dash and i check their blog but they have "MINORS DNI" in their description

[cheriboms]

doctober day 28: metallic

local old man doesnt "get" the youths, pt 1/??

[age-of-moonknight]

“The Moon Warrior,” Marvel 85th Anniversary Special (Vol. 1/2024), #1.

Writer and artist: Yuji Kaku; Special thanks to Ken Kunito

[tiredela]

the face your ex-girlfriend makes when she thought you had heroically died to save your crew mates from some evil necromancers, only for you to stroll back in as if nothing had happened with a migraine-inducing banner and a few skeleton friends (as well as a group of bretons who want her Dead)

[bloodtwin]

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠  。 。 。

             latest grave robbed: BHAALTWINS BIRTHDAY 。 

@halfdeadsacrifice ⸻ ❝ After making Iago breakfast, Vayu also delivers a gift to Puck because what's he gonna do, only give one twin a gift... It's a box of quail bones. Like, all of some quail's bones. "'s like a puzzle." ❞

           SINGLE   EYEBROW   ARCHING   ,   Puck gingerly takes hold of the box with thinly-veiled suspicion. He brings it up to his nose to sniff.

Hm. 

Doesn't seem poisonous. 

Honestly, that just makes it all the more suspicious in his mind. There is simply no pleasing this man when it comes to Vayu, apparently.  

But he doesn't think Vayu's particularly keen on doing something that would ruin Iago's birthday, so he ultimately settles on the fact that the gift is probably safe to open & so he does. 

           ❝ Are these ⸻ ？Oh ！❞ Puck's tail swishes side-to-side, pleasantly surprised. He peers into the box with heightened curiosity. ❝ These are . . .   uh, quail bones ？Woah, is it a full set, too ？Wait, that's so cool. Did you kill it yourself ？❞

A clearing of his throat, bashful shade of red tinting his cheeks as Puck shuffles his feet. ❝ I mean, uh. Thanks. Thank you. ❞

[ruthscarabae]

reading up on The Scarlet Pimpernel and finding out various adaptations often have Citizen Chauvelin as the ex-lover or suitor of Marguerite (who is being blackmailed by him to save her brother's life). only to also find out the brother and Chauvelin have the same first name, and YET no adaptation has ever.... no....i shan't say it here...

[comradecowplant]

Goal for 2024/j113 is to convince every one of my followers who like & reblog my gay jokes and art images but never interact with the communist posts to consider the possibility that the DPRK isn't an evil comic book villian country, and if we can achieve that & open our minds enough, maybe even convince you that stalwart resistance to global imperial hegemony that has survived for decades despite the world's superpowers doing everything to literally starve them out of existence is actually pretty damn cool 🇰🇵

[bad-wolf-circe]

for the American zionists i just have one question. if a militant group in Canada killed 100 people in Washington State and took 200 hostage would your first priority as a member of the U.S. government be to a) retrieve the hostages safely while strengthening your own protections against the militant group, or b) state that every single ethnic Canadian is a member of said militant group and nuke toronto

[ailithnight]

Tangential, but the idea of Danny getting everyone's autograph gave me the thought of Danny sneakily getting Batman's "autograph" on his adoption papers.

Not Bruce's mind you. Batman's.

Feral McGee™

It starts with the Joker. 

His goons picked up Tim Drake. Not specifically because it was Tim Drake, he just so happened to be in the Joker’s neighborhood, and we'll, he can't pass up that opportunity now can he? 

Except Tim Drake is watching, along with the rest of Gotham, at the Batcomputer. He’s nursing a broken foot and has been put on monitor duty until he's cleared for field work again. 

The guy looks enough like him, though. Black hair, blue eyes, and bags under his eyes for days. He's also got the same lean sort of build like he does. 

It happens like this. 

The Joker is doing his monologue thing where he explains whatever twisted game he's come up with this time. He takes up the majority of the screen, so nobody can see Not-Tim behind him, not until the big reveal. Then he covers the screen again, getting up close and personal, before stepping back. In those quick few seconds, Not-Tim is no longer sitting there tied to the chair. 

Someone off camera lets the Joker know, and he whirls around, confused as the rest of Gotham. 

And then Not-Tim comes in with the steel chair. 

Or, well, a crowbar, but the reference holds up. 

He takes out one of Joker’s knees before punching him in the face. The Joker drops like a bag of stones, out cold. 

Then he looks towards the camera. 

“Hey there. I'm not really sure where I am, but also if he was after Tim Drake, he got the wrong guy. I'm not him, I'm just some dude. Anyway, I'll just-yep-” he carefully steps over the unconscious Joker, gives the camera a little wave, and then leaves. 

Batman and Nightwing enter shortly after, with the Joker and his goons out cold and tied up. The knots were complicated enough where, in the end, the police resorted to cutting the ties off of them so they could be properly cuffed and taken to Arkham. 

“A constrictor knot,” Batman tells Nightwing as they watch the villain be taken away. “Often used by sailors to temporarily tie things together to keep something in a bag, or to hold something to glue it back together.”

“Huh,” Nightwing says, scratching the back of his head. “Go figure.”

—

The next time it happens, it’s the Riddler. 

He’s laughing, giving his riddles to the Bats and recording himself to all of Gotham while his victim, one of the Wayne brats, hangs over a vat of something. From a distance, he looks like Tim Drake, or maybe a lankier Dick Grayson. And he’s not the only victim, they’re all scattered across the city, but he thought an important figure such as a Wayne should be under the Riddler’s direct supervision while he enacts his schemes. 

While the Riddler cackles and plots and waves his cane around, in the background all of Gotham can see the figure escape. Several Gothamites recognize him as the kid from before, who clocked the Joker. They all watch with bated breath as he sort of wiggles his way out of the ropes holding him up. Once he’s free, he climbs the rope and gets himself down safely. 

Gotham holds their breath as the kid casually walks up to the Riddler, who’s mid-rant. He politely taps him on the shoulder, and as the Riddler is turning around, the kid clocks him just as brutally as he had the Joker. He’s down with one punch. 

They think he’s going to say another sort of awkward goodbye, but instead he pats the Riddler down until he finds a piece of paper tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket. 

“Right,” the kid says, looking at the list. There’s a lot more static overlay now, and several wonder if it’s damage to the cameras. “Uh, the Clocktower, the Docks, and-” he squints at the page for a moment-”Mama Nacaroni’s? What the fuck is that? Anyway, uh. See you later, I guess. Oh! And we’re at the Gotham Arena. Have fun with him, I guess.”

The kid tosses the paper off to the side before the camera cuts to black. 

Just like last time, everyone is out cold and tied up. The Riddler himself is sporting a pretty bad shiner, but well deserved nonetheless. 

“Stop it,” Red Hood tells him. Batman just looks at him, and though Hood can’t see the top half of his face, he can tell that his eyebrow is raised. “You know exactly what I mean, B. Put the adoption papers away.”

“Hn.”

—

After that, it sorta becomes a game. The rogues of Gotham are no longer after a Wayne, or after anybody who holds any kind of social status like usual. They’re all going after this one kid, all determined to be the one to hold him. And each one is televised. 

Mr. Freeze freezes him in a block of ice, but due to the cameras glitching out, nobody can really see how he got free. They do, however, see the kid suplex Mr. Freeze. It should seem impossible, given his lanky figure, but he evidently has more muscle than he’s originally let on. 

Two-Face gets a hold of him, using chains and some power-dampening cuffs just on the off-chance that he’s a meta. They all watch as the kid leans down, pulls a bobby pin out of his hair, and picks the locks on his cuffs. One punch, and Two-Face is down. 

Gothamites are going wild for the kid. They’ve dubbed him Feral McGee™ (an online poll, of course), because every time he goes in for the punch he gets this feral look in his eyes. Also, just the fact that he casually goes up to these rogues and takes them out with all the casualness of doing something incredibly mundane? Incredible. The Gothamites are eating it up. However, despite the video evidence, nobody has been able to properly identify the kid. They know he has black hair and bright eyes, but any time he gets near a camera, it’s like there’s this weird, sort of warped quality the camera takes on. It doesn’t usually calm down until the fight is done-as one sided as they usually are-before he awkwardly skedaddles away.  

He gets kidnapped by the Penguin, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy (though that was more just a friendly chat than anything), Mad Hatter, and the Riddler again. 

And then the Joker escapes. 

It’s no surprise as to who he’s going to go after. 

Due to one too many careless goons, they manage to find their way to the Joker’s hideout pretty quickly. This time, it’s all Bats on deck, and they all hide away in the rafters as Feral McGee™ is hung over a vat of acid. His whole body is tied up, hardly a single inch of exposed skin to be seen except for the neck up. 

They watch the goons, they watch the Joker, and they watch Feral McGee™. 

The Joker is monologuing, practically begging the bats to come find him before the timer runs out. When it does, the kid gets dumped into the vat of acid. 

Despite these stakes, the kid seems to be only mildly annoyed. 

“Fuck this, I have homework I still need to finish,” they hear him say. 

They all watch, amazed and confused, as the kid starts gnawing through the ropes. Human teeth shouldn’t be able to do that so easily, but one bit after the other, and soon enough the kid’s got himself freed enough to just climb up the rest of the rope. When he’s at the top of the crane holding him up, Batman lets down a rope and pulls the kid up and out of danger. 

“Oh, cool, you’re all here,” the kid says casually, as if meeting the entire Bat Clan is just a normal Tuesday. And then he pulls out a notepad and pen and hands it to Red Hood. 

“Can I get an autograph? You’re dope as fuck, dude.”

Red Hood has to look away and hide his face in his arms for a few moments to not give away their location with his laughter before signing. And then, one by one, the others do as well. They pass along the kid’s notebook with shit-eating grins and barely contained snickers despite the fact that the Joker is still right below them. Even Batman signs it, after his children don’t stop hounding him about it. 

In their distraction, they didn’t see the kid sneak away. He’s far away from them now, nearly right over the Joker. Danny waits, though, until the Joker has turned around as the timer almost runs out. They watch as he snickers at Joker’s flabbergasted look. The Joker comically looks back and forth and under objects the kid obviously isn’t under. However, before he can do or say anything else, the kid drops from the rafters and right on top of the Joker. He crumples to the ground, unconscious. The kid, however, just brushes the dust off of himself. Despite the fall he took, there isn’t a scratch on him. 

When the bats join him, they give his notepad back to him, barely able to contain their laughter at the absurdity of it all. The kid, too, joins in the camaraderie, laughing and joking along with them as Batman secures the Joker. 

“Okay, okay, but I gotta ask, dude,” Red Hood says at one point, looking at the kid. “How do you keep getting kidnapped?”

The kid just shrugs. “I get distracted easily. And I’m sleep deprived, so you know. Social awareness is kind of at an all time low right now.”

“Why are you sleep deprived?” Nightwing asks, barely hidden concern in his voice. 

 “Finals are kinda kicking my ass right now. Especially this dumb English homework I have. You guys wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“Oh, lucky for you,” Red Hood says, wrapping an arm around the kid’s shoulders as he walks them out of the warehouse, “I happen to know a lot about English. So, it is Shakespeare?”

“Yeah, Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

As they walk off, Batman calmly watches, though the rest of the bats can see his jaw twitching. Nightwing comes up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. 

“If you don’t adopt him, I will.”

“Hn.”

[navree]

Then stop going after people who chose not to vote or voted third party. I would NEVER expect a Muslim person to vote for the candidate that made it perfectly clear she didn't give a single shit for Palestinian lives, and the fact you do just makes it clear only YOUR problems are important to you. They've watched no one do anything for over a year as their loved ones died, and it's still happening. Of COURSE Trump is worse but if Kamala had said "I'm speaking" when I was arguing for my right to exist, you bet your ass I would have sat at home. I respect that and if you don't, I have nothing to say to you. She lost the vote all on her own, and the fault was her own. Block away, idgaf

"stop going after people" i'm gonna continue making posts on my own blog. you are more than welcome to jump off a bridge about if that concept bothers you so much

[pyropansy]

It is at least a little funny how many Trump supporters have realized that they actually don't support half of what he's doing. Some of them dig their heels in and go "no, this is good. The rich should steal from the poor to get richer! That's just how it is!" And some have just. Silently taken their Pro Trump shit down. Like, the neighbours across from my aunt and uncle had a giant banner of Trump with the bleeding ear after he got shot, as well as some other pro Trump signs. And within the last week they were just taken down. I'm assuming thrown in the trash.

Like, we are wayyy past the point of no return and I have given up hope on ever having a decent life, but sure. Go ahead and give up on the dude you were swearing forever loyalty to and were willing to overthrow the government for.