#but I refuse to give in to it

[thighsofdoom]

You have to imagine it. Lay down and close your eyes and dream of the world where there is no harm, no one is killed, there is no abuse, no sex trafficking, no terrorism. We still have problems and we resolve them like adults. No tantrums with nukes, but real legitimate compromise. Everybody wins. Your disabled neighbor has a city made ramp on their home. The sidewalks are smooth, areas that used to be covered in cars are pedestrian malls, there are benches and trash cans and many many free public restrooms. Vaccines are free. Education is free. Housing is free.

From big to small, you HAVE to imagine the better future. And everyone is there, your shitty republican neighbor is there and his neighbor is a trans woman and they do not like each other but the republican’s opinion no longer determines the rights and safety of the trans woman. Peace is still peace even if it’s begrudging. You cannot imagine a future where all the people you don’t like are dead, that’s fascism. Everyone is here and we’re going to figure out how to live together.

So what does it look like? Don’t worry about logistics yet, but what does it look like? Mine has monorails and trains instead of all these cars and highways, big electric buses, 15 min cities, sidewalks and ramps. There’s big swathes of land that we leave for wildlife, and there’s little interconnected bits to keep cities green and beautiful, old malls are turned into agricultural buildings, housing is free and abundant and diverse. Medical care is funded for rural areas. Do country borders even exist in the future I imagine? I don’t know yet, maybe not.

Someone will tell you that everything you say is a pipe dream. You’re an idealist, your ideas are stupid, there would be no way to implement any of it. And you can kindly tell that person that it’s okay that they can’t imagine a better future yet, but you are happy to help, to do it for them.

We made all this. We are the ancestors of people who created civilizations from nothing. We can make it better.

And you can implement changes now! Your big future, your tree you plant that you will not live to sit in the shade of, that will take many small incremental pushes to get to, that will take the work of multiple people, and people will try to stop you. Keep working on it, one small step at a time, but in the meantime, for some instant gratification, go microcosmically small.

For example: I live in a city, and regularly cross a busy street. The drivers in my city have a bad habit of not noticing pedestrians in a crosswalk in broad daylight. Two people have died within the past year at two of the intersections I use. I found out recently that I have a neighborhood representative, a person who talks to city departments on behalf of residents. I had no idea and I’ve lived here for almost a decade! So I emailed this person and explained my concerns as a pedestrian and offered solutions that I have seen implemented in other areas that I would like in my neighborhood. And guess what? I’m getting a lead pedestrian signal! In my city, you have to press a button to activate the walk signal, I don’t like this, but I’m working with it. A lead pedestrian signal means that when I press the button to cross, all the traffic lights stay red while I enter the crosswalk. I don’t know the timeline, but it is on a list of tasks to be done, and as far as local government work goes that is instant gratification to me. And so I look around my neighborhood and think of other things I can ask for, where else can I shine a light and say, “we can make this better.”

That is the sacred work of dark times. It feels really scary and unpredictable in the US right now. The climate crisis makes it feel like the world is ending. But it hasn’t ended yet despite how many people feel like it has. You can hold your despair in your hand and comfort it, say yes this is bad, you are right to be scared. And then wrap it in a little blanket and tuck it into bed. It will wake up again and again and you will lull it back to sleep. Because you will tell it your dreams, you will infuse it with hope. Imagine it, that world where no more bombs are dropped. You may not live to see it, but you are going to help make it happen.

[bet-on-me-13]

Bruce owes Danny money. He does Not want to pay up.

So! Danny had to run away from Amity Park when his parents discovered his Powers. But every time he tried to stay in a single place in America, they somehow managed to find him.

Turns out, they were working with the GIW to track him using the GIW's resources and the Fenton's Genius to find him everywhere he ran to. Eventually, Danny figured he had had enough and ran to Europe where the GIW had no Jurisdiction.

After wandering for a while, Danny was found and recruited by the League of Assasins. He was powerful, skilled, and connected to the Lazarus Pits, so they approached him with a job offer.

They would hide him from the Fentons, who had began to search for him in Europe independently, and in return he would work for them as an Assasin.

Considering his situation, Danny agreed.

He began training to be an Assasin, supplementing his Ghost Abilities with the abilities of an Assasin to become even more Stealthy.

While training under the League, Danny met another recruit simply known as Bruce. They trained together for years, even going on a few missions together gathering intel, and using disguises to hid in plain sight.

On one of these missions, Danny lent Bruce some money with the promise to get paid back when they returned to the League. That same night, Bruce left the League of Assasins and never came back.

...

Bruce was sitting in the Batcave going over a case with Tim, Jason was off to the side cleaning his Guns, and Dick and Cass were holding an acrobatics competition in their Obstacle Course, with Damien, Steph, and Duke cheering them on.

Suddenly an Eldritch Emerald Light sprang to life in the center of the Batcave, and everybody dropped what they were doing and sprang to action.

Slowly, a glowing green figure emerged from the Light. He appeared Eldritch in Nature, as if he existed in multiple layers of reality at once and looking at him gave them minor headaches. Then, the figure spoke up.

"BRUCE. ITS BEEN 15 YEARS. YOU STILL OWE ME 16 DOLLARS."

Recognizing Danny, Bruce took a moment to compose himself before responding.

"Fuck Off."

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

craving pathetic wet old women characters. where is the feminism

[hiveswap]

[inkskinned]

"don't make it political!" .... what proportion of death and suffering must occur before politics are involved. if this isn't political, what is even the point of any politics, ever. of democracy. the words are "by the people for the people." if i am going to be left alone by my elected representatives to "figure it out" - to undergo damage, hardship, fear. what the fuck did i elect them for. what was their job. the entire point is that they handle this shit. this is why we were supposed to be electing leaders.

poverty is political. misogyny is political. gun control is political. climate change is political. how much aid a community gets is political. what the fuck are you talking about. it's been political this whole fucking time.

[r-aindr0p]

Man the jury is unhinged on those culinary crucible event

I genuinely thought for a few seconds that Ortho would idk casually nuke the food

[ciderjacks]

Favorite people

[s-aint-elmo]

the theme is same faces

(ID in alt text)

bonus + design notes:

sparknotes:

tridentarii: the building block was "lions" (corona's mane of hair and king vibes + ianthe's scar lionking swagger) but i think i lost that plot at some point. regardless peep the earrings for symbols of their twisted mutualism. also they have dimples <3 bc on corona they're perfect and on ianthe (when she smiles wide enough) they're sickeningly dissonant

the nonas: harrow has curls bc i think the only thing funnier than saddling a nun who's been shaving her head since infancy with fast-growing hair is for that hair to be horrible messy springy curls that are barely spared from frizz by the sheer grease #bathingisn'tsafeformern. please also applaud my restraint in adhering to canon and not giving nona dimples. she deserved them

the sixth: came to me fully formed honestly. palamedes calls camilla beautiful enough for the alexandrites so i just let my heart and sapphism take the wheel here. for pal when i first read gtn i visualized him very differently but other artists made such a compelling case for scruffy pal that now i can't see him any other way

the second: also let my heart take the wheel here. wanted to draw a man carved out of hardwood so i did <3 at the caliber of necromancer that g1d is i know he probably wouldn't have so much scarring but the heart wants what it wants (cool factor). in my head and in my heart they're from wake

naberius: i don't have anything to say in my defense. i rewatched teen beach movie, found the perfect face claim and set the wheels of fate in motion. i think babs is hot the way a ken doll is hot, y'know? it takes yanny piloting his flesh mecha for him to be gender (<- testimonial from my masc nb friend)

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[madaqueue]

gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (fluffy sleepy baby satoru who doesn’t know how to express his feelings like a normal person - wk: 0.7k)

satoru is bored. impossibly so. bored and tired, eyelids hanging heavy, ears fuzzy. he hasn’t been sleeping well, too busy with missions and studying and sparring and all the other shit a child blessed with godhood has to deal with. and, of course, preoccupied with those pesky little thoughts that wake him up at all hours of the night, playing and replaying in his mind.

you resting your head in your hands. you eating mochi. you laughing. you. you. you.

pesky little things. they’ve always been there, but up until recently, they were easier to bury, to hold under the water until they sank. nothing more than a ripple.

but for some reason, now, they’ve managed to kick their way back to the surface.

the way your eyes sparkle under the sunset. the way your skin glows with heat and sweat after training. the way your fingers tap when you’re concentrating.

they’re doing it now, playing a monotone tune into the wooden desk. yaga’s back faces the classroom as he scrawls on the board, your eyes fixated ahead, and satoru doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more lovely.

from this angle, your neck bares itself to him; it’s a gift he can practically see your pulse thrumming below. ba-dub. ba-dub. ba-dub. it’s always steady when you’re focused, hanging onto every word yaga’s voice drones out.

he bets your skin is warm. he bets it’s soft and tender. he bets you’d sigh and tilt your head and card your fingers through his hair-

his eyes nearly flutter closed before he catches his head in a clammy palm.

ah. perhaps fatigue can, in fact, catch up to the strongest.

you shoot a glance at him, a worried thing, your eyebrows furrowed and half-raised. an ‘are you okay?’

flashing you the most alert grin he can muster, he follows it with a stretch of his arms overhead, shaking out his wrists to return a semblance of their groggy blood flow. it’s not his fault these stupid lessons put him to sleep - it’s not his fault he can’t stop thinking about resting his head on your chest and listening to the sounds of your breathing.

on, and on, and on, yaga rambles. on, and on, and on, you copy down notes in that pretty, scratchy handwriting, one he could recognize anywhere (he thinks it’s carved into his heart somewhere).

ba-dum. ba-dum. ba-dum.

how warm you’d be.

ba-dum. ba-dum. ba-dum.

soft, too.

ba-dum. ba-dum. ba-dum.

heavy eyelids, a quiet sigh.

you nearly jump when his head lands on your shoulder, but manage to stifle the yelp with a hand over your mouth. luckily, yaga seems too engrossed in his current monologue to turn around, granting you a moment to slowly curve your gaze downwards, landing on a mess of snowy white.

“satoru,” you whisper, to no response. beside you, suguru and shoko share knowing giggles. “satoru.”

nothing.

all you get are quiet breaths, slowed by a sleep that has gently embraced him. at least by facing to the side, no one else can see the burning in your face or the wide eyes, the way tingles spread from your stomach towards your fingertips.

instead, satoru nuzzles into you further, his hair tickling your ear. his voice is so low, you nearly miss the quiet, “warm,” that floats up the classroom’s still air.

then, you stiffen. his lips part, pressing into your neck, just above your carotid that lurches under his touch.

you hiss another call of his name, but in the haze of his dreams, he says nothing. all he knows is the comfort of your skin, the smell that feels like coming home.

another low exhale, this one closer to a snore, and your heart softens inexplicably, immediately. it must be exhausting to carry the world’s safety, you think, surely his shoulders must get tired - and even through your embarrassment, even through the feelings you, too, have tried to drown, even through the fluttering muscle raging behind your ribs, you know that even the strongest deserves to rest.

gently, your shoulders relax, and with shaky hands, you reach up to run your fingers through his hair. even in his unconscious state, he curls into you, the soft pink of his lips resting just above your collarbone. the puffs of his breath tickle, and you’re glad he’s not awake to hear your heart pick up its beating. another little snore, and you rest your head on his.

a/n: my weird little stray cat who wasn't ever taught what to do with all the love in his heart.... sobs

[rechicken-and-waffles]

Sonic Riders but it's my faves 🧡💛💜

[everwalldigan]

(Bruce and Jason meeting for the first time after he came back from being presumed dead (lost in the time stream))

Jason: really? Copying my flow and coming back from the dead? Be original. *voice wobbling* you should have stayed dead, we were wayyyyy better off, it was quiet for once *bursts into tears and runs away*

[bruciemilf]

“Logan/Ororo/Wade wouldn’t work because she’d find Wade too annoying” bitch? First off, Logan finds Wade utterly and inexcusably insufferable and literally broke through indestructible glass to die with him.

Secondly? Ororo’s used to putting up with annoying people. She’s a teacher. Her literal day job is being patient. Have you MET the X-Men???

Thirdly; Ororo would love Wade. He makes her laugh, he makes Logan happy, even internally, and he’s good with the kids, and he always pauses the episode on Gossip Girl if she falls asleep first. And his butt is great.

Not to mention! You are KIDDING yourself if you think Wade wouldn’t propose a threesome 5 minutes in.

[canisalbus]

There's a special pain that comes from not knowing how to make your long-snouted dog people kiss properly.

[fizzlo-and-the-cubes]

Tool Daddy has been deployed

[captain-flint]

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