#ramble attack

[philsmeatylegss]

I don't think people truly understand the gravity of Rafah being bombed.

There is nowhere left to go.

The lowest cost is $5,000 USD to flee to Egypt. There has been people paying over $10,000 USD.

That is the only option

Pay or die.

Rafah was the only place in Palestine promised not to be bombed. That promise is broken.

1.5 million people have nowhere to go!

Reminder, if possible, please donate to the PCRF, ANERA, Islamic Relief, Palestine Red Crescent Society, Medical Aid for Palestinians, Defense for Children International - Palestine, Doctors Without Borders, and all other trusted organizations.

[exoflash]

a concerning amount of witchblr will be like "um actually new years was stolen by europeans from the ancient god scroobus mcdoobus" and then you actually try to research scroobus mcdoobus and it turns out he was invented in the 1940s by a conspiracy theorist who powdered every meal with ketamine and thinks that queer people are reincarnated fish

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce is a overprotective and kind of strict parent, but he is very lax in some domains where other parents wouldn't. Here are some examples:

His kids stealing money from him. You will never catch Bruce Wayne lecturing his kids for taking his money. In the Arkhamverse, Jason steals 5 millions from Bruce's bank account to buy his army, and the problems for Bruce are: he didn't know it was Jason so it stressed him a bit, and Jason used it to buy an army.

Stealing from him in general. What is his is theirs. Unless it's dangerous. (Cars are death machines for his anxious self, which is why buying another batmobile for the young justice is not acceptable, or is kids taking it for a ride. He did made Redbird for Tim as a gift for when he got his license.)

Stealing from the cops (he has done it himself so many times)

Stealing money from rich people. In Knightfall, Bruce meets a British vigilante named Hood who steals from the rich to give to the poor, and Bruce had NO problems with that. He likes the young man. Stealing possessions is an issue tho. (Dick should follow his Robin Hood's dream, his father is fine with that)

Hacking into government facilities or anything really. Unless it's to harm an innocent civilian, like a classmate, he will not say anything. Hacking the FBI? Good. Hacking a russian mafia? Ok. As long as they do it safely and follow Barbara's instructions, it's fine.

Lying to him. Bruce is always impressed when he realizes one of his kids lied to him and he believed them. He's the Batman, after all, they have been able to fool the Batman. When he learns that Tim invented a fake uncle, he is proud of him and he tells him such, because he made the Batman believed it.

[crazycatmilo]

We don’t talk enough about how Martin was likely mostly running the institute by himself (cuz Peter probably wasn’t all that helpful, Martin for sure never wants to see a spreadsheet again) while in a depressive episode AND manipulating Peter to make him think he’s on his side. Like holy fuck bro. It pisses me off when people act like he’s dumb because did we listen to the same show??

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.

and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.

...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.

see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.

while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.

especially if the president of the united states is on board.

yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.

and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."

but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.

...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.

not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.

yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.

but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire

[dufferpuffer]

Every word you say is truth and immediately digested into my soul. Completely out of his depth but enamored? Learn to rely on someone elses teaching again rather than his own experience and self-teaching? Naturally energetic man putty in someones hands? The smallest things are the most overwhelming. Brain-off sex is good and all but just a hug when he is feeling a little down...? I am tearing my heart out of my chest

I'ma rant at you about where my head went, my HC:

My man likes men - and has never had experience with ladies. I mean he has a type, yeah...? Slim, intelligent, hardworking, serious and almost painfully capable twunks that baby him just a little. Every time we are introduced to a 'friend of All Might' its the same fuckin type of dude: David, Nighteye, Naomasa... arguably Aizawa.

...Yet nothing seems to last with them. Always 'I love this guy but we can't really spend any time together'. As you said - he has spent his entire life making sure nobody knows he has negative thoughts... but all those men have seen past the mask. Yet they don't seem to have liked what they saw. (I don't blame them - loving someone thats going to throw themselves to the wolves no matter what is hard. You gotta draw the line somewhere, and these men are too capable to be wishywashy with their lines.) Plus: he met all of them through work. He cannot separate them from his job, unless he entirely uproots himself and goes low-contact.

So whether he has mutually pined, or have some sort of messy casual romances, or burning passionate affairs that fizzled out... What I'm saying is: Every time he has had someone willing to hug him when he needs a hug, for HIM, they've gotten overwhelmed by who he is. Scraps, tastes, of what it is like to lean on someone with an open heart and have them support your weight... but you crush them in the end.

How does he cross that chasm...? 'Who he is' is something that, very understandably, drives people away. Hell, its driving HIMSELF away to an early grave - but how does he stop...? He can't expect anyone else to handle what even he himself can't. He is a derailed train that even he isn't strong enough to stop it.

Any scrap of affection, relationship or love has fizzled out and left them hurt. Probably to the point where he just... appreciates, now. He doesn't flirt or pursue or anything (if he ever did, airhead baby) because the idea of ruining them hurts too much. (besides.. look at him, right? He's a broken mess. A bag of shattered glass.) He has lost all confidence. Personal connections with men frighten him: If he isn't All Might then he can only disappoint. (Damn legs are shaking... so scary...)

Women...? At the base-line the same as men, of course - but the women most important to him have been shining beacons rather than peers: His mother, his mentor, recovery girl... they feel precious, untouchable.

His experience with female attraction is seeing tits - and having internal feelings about that that, with a firmly shut mouth.

He can't even bring himself to touch-base with the familiar activity of 'being with a man' - how the hell can he be anything but terrified and out of his depth with a woman!? He's gonna do everything wrong. Like a stupid embarrassing little boy... one that will disappoint in the short term, overwhelm and hurt in the long term.

He was indulgent and free with David, but it didn't last. He tried to be more professional with Nighteye, and it was a disaster. He always kept Naomasa at a FIRM distance no matter how much he looks up to him, relies on him and pines. and has managed to just appreciate Aizawa quietly. It'd never work.

But thats Men. He has fought long and hard to warp his expectations and feelings for men into this twisted, unnatural shape. Women? They're square fucking one. He may aswell be 15 again. He can barely handle Midnight's flirting - and she doesn't even mean it. Well... she half means it. He is adorable and fun to mess with.

Bonus book Q & A (i can’t believe they left out Shouto!)

All Might being a virgin is the funniest.

[heretherebeturtles-comic]

DID YOU KNOW THAT ANDY SURIANO TALKED ABT YOUR COMIC ON INSTA???????????

YEAH I SAW IT!

really cool!!!!!! nice things were said about my art and story!!!!!! i am so flattered!!!!!!!!!! i am still figuring out how to react to it all!!!

[bluerosefox]

Family Resemblance

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I had another 11pm brain worm.

Enjoy

-x-x-

Daniel Wayne, the younger toddler brother of Bruce Wayne and the son of Martha and Thomas Wayne had been kidnapped the night their parents were murdered.

Daniel had been snagged the moment their killer heard people headed to the alley and Bruce in his state of shock didn't realize it until it was far to late and could only scream in horror (from everything) as his baby brother is crying his name. (If you wanna make it even more heart wrenching, make it Danny's first time being able to say Bruce's name right and/or Bruce had said some mean things to Danny earlier after he accidentally broke something of Bruce's, something like 'I wish youd go away' or 'I never wanted a brother, you're such a bother!')

Bruce is being held by Alfred as some police officers are chasing down the Wayne's parents killer while some stay behind to see if they could do something.

Minutes turn to hours and as they wait, praying the police at least found Danny, Bruce is ridden with guilt. From his parents death to allowing his brother to be kidnapped.

Eventually the police return to give Alfred and Bruce the news. And it's not good.

The killer escaped and Danny was nowhere to be found.

And it would take many years before he would be found.

-x-x-

Bruce gets a call from Damian during school hours one day. When he answers he is greeted with Damian demanding him to get to the school and explain himself.

Confused Bruce asks what does he mean and Damian responds with

"The two new students in class today are the spitting images of you and I father! Either they are poorly created clones or you have more hidden blood children!"

-x-x-

Meanwhile the very students being discussed are calling up someone too

"Ellie? Dan? What's wrong? You better not have made too much chaos already, I just paid for the uniforms for that place."

"DAD! I THINK ANOTHER ONE OF THE FRUITLOOPS FAILED CLONES SOMEHOW SURVIVED!"

"What?"

[lazylittledragon]

i refuse to believe that boycotting is hard. my favourite thing in the world is ordering maccies after a late night at work/a concert/getting drunk. yes i do miss it sometimes. but the other night i ordered from a small place near my house instead and it was the most orgasmic burger i've ever had in my life. i very rarely say this but fucking suck it up people are DEAD

[opikiquu]

my life a movie (PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR)

[violetscanfly]

How to care for your scientist - a visual guide

[celtrist]

It's okay to be emotional over a ship.

It's okay to be emotional over a ship. It's okay to be emotional over characters. It's okay to share grievances over a ship as much as it's okay to gush over a ship. It's okay to feel so overwhelmingly negatively over a ship just as much as it's okay to feel so overwhelmingly positive.

While it's always going to be better to focus on positives, it can also be just as good to let out any negatives you might have about something rather than bottling it in and, for some, feeling alone in your thoughts about it.

It is so, so, SO OKAY to be so heavy in emotions concerning a ship whether negative or positive because it means you're invested in the characters and their relationships. When spaces seem to allow only positivity when some people might have some negative thoughts on a ship, it really negates any conversations about it and even understanding sides of why someone may or may not ship something.

While understandable, there is a double standard between being negative and positive about ships (or portrayal of characters). If you feel overwhelmingly negative about something, "you need to go touch grass". If you feel overwhelmingly positive about something, "go at it queen". I would personally argue we all need to touch grass.

It is NOT okay to harass others. It is NOT okay to let your emotions dictate that you should attack somebody for LIKING a certain ship or DISLIKING a certain ship. Your emotions DO NOT dictate how OTHERS should feel.

It is okay to be negative about a character or ship as much as it's okay to be positive about them. Neither side of being for or against a ship is more virtuous than the others. It's okay to have some fucking emotions regardless if their positive or not, because it means you CARE about the media and the characters in it.

No, you should not revolve your whole online experience in negativity. Find positive in things you DO enjoy. But to brush off people who vehemently might dislike a character or ship as "losers with no lives" is to disregard a person's emotions on something. And if you do wanna think that mindset, congrats, people who obsessively love a character or ship are just the same by your logic. Obsession is obsession, regardless if it's negative or positive.

TL;DR, If it's okay to be overwhelmingly positive in liking something like a ship or character, it should be just as okay to be negative in disliking something like a ship or character. Just as long as it's not the ONLY thing you focus on and no one is actively being bullied, attacked, or harassed about it. And of course, either way, positive or negative, it is all fiction, and a real person should not be attacked or harassed for it. And if you don't want to indulge in negativity you might have, 100% valid. Both sides always need to take a step back into reality.

[onlinedolly]

cw: incest, p in v, mentions of cum

you already knew he didn’t like him, it didn’t take a lot to read your fathers face these days. he sat in a large chair, overlooking your boyfriend through a pair of readers. you’d went on a date previously, and despite your grown age, your dad still gave you a strict eleven o clock curfew, your boyfriend making it his mission to be in good graces with your father as he drops you off.

“w-well i’ll get going now,” your boyfriend stutters out as he leans down to give you a nervous kiss on the cheek. you can feel your father’s, erwin, eyes bore into the back of your head.

with a slam of the door you turn around with a pout already expecting what’s coming, “he’s an…interesting fella.” erwin speaks out, a edge in his voice.

“you don’t like him,” you pout out, stomping your foot against the ground and crossing your arms across your chest.

“i didn’t say that.” he says nonchalantly, looking back down at the book he’s reading.

“you don’t have too,” you slink into the living room, sprawling out against the couch next to him. “just be honest.”

he looks up from his book, his eyes scanning the expanse of your body before he sets the book on the table, “i don’t approve if that’s what your asking.”

you sigh out, a bit dramatic, as you sprawl yourself out more, “you don’t approve of anyone!” you whine out, but when erwin gives you a stern look you shut up immediately giving him a look back of remorse.

“that’s correct,” he nods his head like you said the most obvious thing in the world, “i don’t think these guys are good enough for you.”

“why not? they’re all nice enough.” you roll your eyes, sitting up with your knees tucked under you.

erwin leans forward at this, elbows resting on his knees as he shrugs, “they’re boys.”

“they’re grown” you state matter of factly, as erwin stands, sitting close next to you as he brushes some hair away from your eyes.

“they’re still boys, baby.” he hums, petting the back of your hair, “i’d only approve of a man.”

he was sitting closer to you, knees knocking together as you gasp at the way he whispers out the last part of his sentence. something about the way he spoke felt dirty, taboo almost as he leans in to place a kiss to your cheek.

“a man?” you whimper out under his touch, thighs clenched together. “like who?”

okay, let’s get this out of the way and say you’ve always been attracted to your father. it was a deep rooted thought that had lived in your brain, how handsome he was, sharp jaw and hooked nose. so with him this close you it made a fire light from deep within you.

he presses another kiss to your temple, running his hand up the curve of your thigh and he whispers in your ear, “someone who gets you baby girl. someone like me.”

it felt like something had burst inside of you, red hot lust, as you looked at erwin. your fathers eyes hooded as he leans into press his lips to the corner of your mouth. this was a long time coming, you’d thought. you weren’t oblivious of the way your father looks at you, up and down regularly taking you in like he was a starved man. his lips felt hot against your skin as he kisses you again, the other corner of your mouth. before finally leaning in and placing a kiss to your lips.

the kiss was soft and hot, an immediate reaction as you kiss him back with passion. the kiss is deep, immediate tongue as teeth clink together. you run your fingers through your fathers hair, messing up the usual gelled style. he works his way down from your lips to your neck, open mouthed as you felt his drool wet your neck.

“be a good thing and lay down.” he speaks, moving your body so your sprawled back on the couch and he climbs over you, placing his leg between yours making them part. “i’ve needed this for so long.” he speaks honestly, leaning down to kiss from your neck to your collarbone.

“dad—“ you gasp out, legs spreading even wider as you hear his belt unbuckle. his cock springs out and it’s large and heavy as it hits against your thigh and you almost mewl looking at it.

unbeknownst to your father you weren’t a virgin, but your never seen anything this big. you shuddered, not sure how you would take it all. to that he laughs, running his hand through your hair as he harshly grips your face between his larger hand.

“don’t pretend to be scared now baby, i know what little whores like you get up too.” he laughs and you look at him in disbelief. whore? so he knew. this whole time. you shudder at the thought of him knowing, how your late nights out at a friends or after school activities were facades he saw right through. he brought his hand down to push your shorts and your panties to the side, relishing in the slick covering your bare cunt.

before you know it, with no prep work, he’s pushing himself inside of you. it’s ripping you open as he bullies himself inside your cunt, your drooling around him as he bottoms out inside you with a grunt.

“better then i ever imagined baby— fuck.” he moans, beginning a slow pace, nice enough to get you used to him.

“needed you so long, dad.” you’re already rambling out, blissed in the way your walls form around him.

“did ya baby? is that why you brought them home? those—“ he thrusts hard then, enough to send a yelp out of you. “boys.” he says it as if it’s a fact, as if the reason you entertained anyone of the male sex was to curb your desire for him, and you suppose that’s not inherently untrue, especially when your moaning with his cock ramming into you at a rough pace.

he was close to cumming, you could tell in the way his body twitched and you panted at the thought of him cumming inside you. he answers your prayers, stuttering his hips as he feels you with seed. it sends you into your own orgasm, clenching around him as your body shakes.

he’s grunting, howling like an animal as he fills you up, it feels endless until he stops and he’s pulling out of you. placing a kiss to your forehead, “no more boys, hm?”

[itsraining-honey]

i swear im gonna end it all

[morgan-n-cheese-91]

Cody would be the type of person to be sitting in medbay because he has a concussion from headbutting a commando droid, talking to his CMO and state that he has a headache that comes and goes. So his CMO tells him to alert whenever it comes back, only for Cody to say literally anytime (this order recognizes volume mind you) Obi-Wan, Anakin, Rex, Ahsoka, Ghost, or Torent walking into medbay to either check on him or give him stuff to sign bc of Marshall Commander of the 7th Sky Division bullshit, that his headache is back.

[captain-hawks]

levi chooses to ignore it—the way his cold, steady gaze faintly softens and warms at its edges when he looks at you. the way his callous tone withers, the tip of his sharp tongue reduced to that of a dull, useless blade.

he can deny it all he wants, this unrelenting, restless thread of affection rapidly unspooling inside of him.

(his hands are too stained for someone like you.)

this sick, tremulous feeling of jealousy that burns in his chest when he imagines you turning your gentle, kind smile on a man who deserves it. someone who isn't him.

(too filthy, too ruined.)

it's between him and these four walls that can't talk—the muffled sounds of his mouth against his fist, eyes clenched tightly shut to the vision of a fantasy he fucking hates himself for.

(it's between him and these four walls—the near-silent exhale of your name after.)