#cities in flight

[that-dinopunk-guy]

I bought more paperbacks.

(Also I got the Peter F. Hamilton books entirely based on enjoying Pandora's Star like twenty years ago and completely managed to not realize there's another book between The Dreaming Void and The Evolutionary Void.)

[cutetanuki-chan]

saw this pose floating around on twitter and immediately thought about them

tho not really a ship here

[tokyostreetphoto]

Block Town II, Okachimachi 御徒町

[majorasnightmare]

i love doing character analysis for minthara because shes such a wonderful hypocrite. she has a lot of deeply reactionary political views but she makes it openly known shes willing to suspend just about all of them because youve become more important to her than nearly anything else. deeply opinionated but never pushes you to do something you wont throw your weight behind, and if your her partner shell suspend all the "survival of the fittest" cultural upbringing she finds so much sense and empowerment in to make an exception for you specifically and no one else.

i love her

[hypewinter]

After Danny exposed Vlad and his corrupt dealings, the older halfa got the last laugh by getting his blacklists from all engineering jobs. Desperate for a job Danny ends up applying for a personal assistant position and he actually gets it. It only takes him a week to see how detached Bruce Wayne is from his own company. AND he has his 16 year old son running it as CEO!? No way is he letting that slide.

[boopsloop363]

One of the right-wing bugaboos I've never understood was the disdain they had against cities. It's not the city's fault they got filled up with leftists and homeless, the communities within were broken up and scattered to the winds as a result of policy. Cities don't inherently corrupt people it's actually the other way around

[tinytengen]

tiny dabihawks 🐦‍🔥✨

aka hotwings doing ✨the dragon✨

[huariqueje]

Speed - Claude Flight , c. 1922.

British , 1881-1955

Colour linocut , 21.5 x 28.0 cm. Ed. 14/50.

[banancrumbs]

wild is the wind

[little-pondhead]

Bruce was being watched. Again.

He didn’t know where it was coming from, and that was a problem at the moment. He was hosting another gala, intent on putting on the “Bruice Wayne” mask for the public. None of his children were attending, unfortunately, but everything was going okay so far.

Then he kept feeling a cool breeze on the back of his neck. His hairs stood on end, and he shivered randomly. Someone mentioned that he looked cold. But Bruce wasn’t cold. He was Batman! Batman is never bothered by something stupid like the temperature. It just felt like there were multiple pairs of eyes staring at him from all directions.

Bruce tried to catch whoever it was, but when he looked, there was no one there. He even made extra laps around the room, easily slipping between socialites and chatting his way through the crowd. He scanned the tables, checked the stairs, peeked outside, and even snuck at glance at the chandeliers for fuck’s sake! There was nothing. No cameras, no lingering eyes, nothing.

Bruce could feel his heartbeat quicken. There was something in the room. Something dangerous.

Eventually, the source of his anxiety came to him. The gala was small, being in the middle of the off-season for social events. It was a relatively quiet gathering. Still, Bruce flinched when someone tapped his shoulder from behind when he was making another waltz around the room. He turned, and was faced with a boy no older than 16, but no younger than 14. It was hard to tell his age. He wore an ill-fitted navy suit and scuffed dress shoes. His tie was no where to be seen, and the boy had a platter of finger foods balanced in one hand. He hadn’t heard anyone approach at all.

What made Bruce freeze, however, was the fact that the boy looked exactly like the portraits of the young Thomas Wayne that were hanging innocently in the Wayne family home. His crystal blue eyes seemed to glow in the overhead lights as they bore into Bruce. It felt like the boy could see his soul. The air was more chilled than it had been all night, and everything in Bruce’s mind was screaming DANGER!

“Y’know…” Bruce’s breath caught in his throat as the boy spoke. His midwestern accent was heavy, and the boy took a slow moment to polish off a baked feta bite before continuing. “You look like the kinda guy to have a secret basement. The bloody kind. Nice party, though!” With that, the boy disappeared back into the crowd, taking the cold air with him.

Bruce never got out a word.

———

Danny sees all the wandering souls and shades attached to Bruce Wayne, and comes to the obvious conclusion that the billionaire is a serial killer.

[emaadsidiki]

Intrepid Museum 🚢🛩️🗽 NYC

[kral-adams]

Cappadocia, Turkey 🇹🇷

[cementcornfield]

What was the best part of your trip to France?

Just being with friends. You know it was great to be out there in a different culture but...being with Justin, being with Ja'Marr, being with some friends from high school, it was a great time. I was lucky to have guys with me that care about me and I care about them.

[tokyostreetphoto]

Block Town I, Asakusa 浅草

[chainlxnk]

I've lost my voice and my will to colour

KID KROOOW

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Star Wars: Imperial Assault - The Bespin Gambit Box Art by Michal Ivan