#fragile as fuck

[blaaaaask]

Fragile as Fuck on RedBubble

White Version: https://www.redbubble.com/studio/promote/163331903

Blue Version: https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/163332376

Fragile as Fuck was something I saw in a meme, so I thought..well, why not try to make it a fun design? I did put it behind a 'mature warning' on Redbubble due to the F bomb, just FYI.

It comes in a bunch of products (stickers, too!) So click the links above and check it out!

Thanks for looking! Always appreciated!

[irhabiya]

i think we should round up every single "journalist" who writes articles in passive voice and uses vague language to obfuscate what is happening to palestinians so much so that you can barely understand what they're even saying and shove them into an extra large human sized hydraulic press machine

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[cowlvent]

obsessed w the doctor fully turning his back on clara after this statement (physically and emotionally cutting himself off) and, feeling unmoored, pulling the console lever to exert some kind of control over the situation. he then continues to put space between himself and clara only to spin around, having undone several jacket buttons, and specifically shows off the red lining interior—symbolic of his emotional vulnerability in this moment. he asks her what she thinks of him (as a person), disguising it as a question about the new outfit.

[faiell]

inspired by a scene from this heaven of mud by @garagepaperback

Sitting near but far, legs spilled off the edge of the bed, Potter turned to look at him. There were two wide windows on either side of the bed, drapes drawn back. The lights in Draco’s bedroom were off but it didn’t matter, the flat being in the city. Draco learned it was called light pollution- It meant you couldn’t see the stars. It meant it was much harder not to see what was right in front of you.

Potter looked beautiful. It should have ended months ago, preferably before it started.

[nobigneil]

"That was hysterical. Your masculinity is so fragile that MY nail polish upsets you? That's why I wear it all the time now." - Neil "not a therapist" Newbon

from Kal via @ CheekyLilPupp on twitter

[thebusylilbee]

like literally if you don't care about boycotting then fine you don't care, no one can force you and you're still a free human being live your life, just don't fucking act like a whiny baby when you see people actively trying to organize to put pressure on specific targets bc hum... IT'S NOT FUCKING ABOUT YOU THERE'S A WHOLE GENOCIDE HAPPENING YOU FREAK

[crowleys-hips]

good news

you can return ALL of @neil-gaiman's Audible audiobooks. According to policy, you're only able to return titles you've gotten with a credit within 365 days of the purchase, but if you contact support and give them your reason, they'll do it for you no problem. hope this helps! now if you'll excuse me, i'm gonna go curl into a ball and sob my eyes out 😎

[aralisj]

Bare Minimum Kings: A Moodboard

aka Just enough to beat the "not on theme" allegations

[hussyknee]

Whites and their liberal bootlickers are an infection. The settler is the colonizer is the genocider. Rejecting the most brutal form of direct violence means nothing when you refuse to divest from the structures created to accommodate it.

A settler's very existence is violent because they cannot exist without the colonial power that protects them. The only way to make it NOT violent is by dismantling the colonial power. Until then, your job is to work on educating yourself, amplifying the voices of the colonized, and accepting that armed resistance is a consequence of your existence. Holding placards over your head and yelling a lot at the people propagating and safeguarding the status quo that you benefit from doesn't merit you extra cookies anymore than accepting the softest punishment from a carceral system designed to torture the colonized to the point of death.

And if that makes you ask yourself "But...but I'm a settler! I have settler privilege! Does that mean MY existence is inherently violent to—" yes. It is. Take your unthreatened, unterrorized self to your whole and unbombed house with power and water and heat and food and your intact family, sit your ass down with the tub of ice cream you can afford and cry into it.

“There is no middle ground anymore. There is no way of supporting the liberal occupier, the progressive ethnic cleanser and the leftist genocider.”

—Ilan Pappé

[icarus-mp3]

[major-comet]

i’m (mostly) content with not knowing the names of a decent chunk of the freelancers. a little mystery can be a good thing, and i think some questions are okay to be left unanswered. doesn’t bother me that much. (although it would be really funny if burnie decided to retroactively give a bunch of them names on twitter or something now that the show is over. "oh btw guys, maine's name was craig")

but sometimes. sometimes i think about how when tex finds york in out of mind and calls him york, he says that he hasn't been called that in a really long time.

which implies to me that while they were alone, he was able to get delta to start calling him by his real name - something delta would not repeat where anyone else could hear, not even after york’s death.

when do you think delta said his name for the first time?

was it at york’s coaxing? was he actively trying to get him to do it - assuring him that it was okay, that he wouldn't get in trouble? was it something he worked at for ages in the hopes of it bringing them even closer? trying to prove they could still work outside the context of the project? that they would be okay?

or was it a spur of the moment decision on delta’s part? maybe said in a moment of panic after an injury, worry overshadowing everything else and feeling a need for something stronger to call him, something with a greater impact? was it a loud exclamation in a passionate heated moment - or perhaps said quietly in a gentle one, whispered softly into the night like lovers do. it’s part of what makes us human, delta.

actually, maybe it's okay we don't know york's name. maybe some things aren't for us to hear.

[wilwheaton]

Men all over the internet are becoming really palpably distraught that Musk’s Twitter takeover isn’t being declared a resounding success by, well, anyone other than the members of their own online echo chambers. The reason why isn’t complicated. Musk is a wealthy, selfish, often cruel, weirdo who has marketed himself as a man who is so smart that he can do whatever he wants. And there are a lot of men who either think they’re also like that or wish they could be. It’s the same thing as Donald Trump’s 2016 campaign. Every town has a bunch of boomers who think they’re the Trump of their own lives and a bunch of Gen Xers and millennials who think they’re going to launch the next Tesla over PBRs at the townie bar. And as Musk’s downward spiral gets worse, these guys, like any fandom ramming up against the guardrails of reality, will become angrier, more reactionary, and incomprehensible to outsiders. I don’t think there’s a risk of a violent Joe Rogan-listening hustlebro uprising, but I do think things are going to get more annoying for sure.

Men all over the internet are becoming really palpably distraught that Musk’s Twitter takeover isn’t being declared a resounding success by, well, anyone other than the members of their own online echo chambers.

[shrews-art]

The child queen of a world born anew!! What will she do!

[shessoft]

thesnowhardfeelingstour🚨| Reneé teasing a new song via spam Instagram! 🎙️ Lyrics: Not that you would know (ah ah ahhh) Four months on the road almost tore me apart I barely made it home (mmm) Cut it kinda close, got a couple of scars It broke my heart, you felt so far, you didn’t even care to call I did that shit all on my own not that you would know

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive come to realise that i dont actually hate kubokai, i just hate the way people write them