#and I refuse to give up

[mavuitano]

Never before did I have the urge to say "educate yourself, for the benefit of yourself and others"

Is this inspired by way too recent events? Inspired by fandom bullshittery? Inspired by personal events? Inspired by extreme concern about the media literacy and knowledge of history over all of humanity?

Brother I wish it wasn't everything all at once.

SO!

This might be seen as an advert of sorts, but I implore you, start reading. Both your offline and online worldview would change for the better, and above all things, keep an open heart.

The world will change, people will change, you will change. There is no permanent state of anything. Change is coming, it is inevitable, even if you accept it with open arms or reject it from the bottom of your heart. But what you can do is build communities, strengthen relationships, and seek self-improvement.

"Still, the winds change direction. Someday, they will blow towards a brighter future..." (quite ironic this is from the nation of freedom) (an inspiration nonetheless)

The world can and will suck, immensely so, but a shared sorrow is half a sorrow, while a shared joy is double joy. Humanity will prevail, generations will live on, and humans are guaranteed to make the same mistakes time and time again. Don't let it close your heart and mind, but learn from it.

Am I talking about interacting with family with different views and opinions? Or am I talking about the drastic political changes lately? Or a simple squabble in fandom spaces that has participants stressing for no reason?

Well, whatever applies, really. Our greatest tool is our mind, while our strongest drive is our heart.

Use them wisely.

[lotus-pear]

he's so crazy we can't take him anywhere 😭🤣

[ciderjacks]

Favorite people

[podcastwizard]

woah big news day

[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

[magicpiano]

Bruce Wayne had a child that was somehow kidnapped right out of the hospital just hours after being born. He of them ever stopped looking despite how cold the trail had grown.

Years later there is some rouge attack and a civilian child was injured and taken to the hospital. Bruce does a DNA test on the blood found at the scene and concludes that the child is actually his long lost kid.

Dani was planning to sneak out of the hospital the moment the doctors stopped looking at her. Then Bruce Wayne of all people comes in and claims that she is his long lost child. She knows that this is very impossible because she is a clone, but Bruce won't listen to her and she really doesn't want to explain the clone thing to a "normal" stranger.

This does brings up a lot of questions about how Danny ended up living with the Fentons though.

[akiacia]

eye contact

[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

[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.

[fizzlo-and-the-cubes]

Tool Daddy has been deployed

[captain-flint]

x

[hypewinter]

Danny can no longer Go Ghost. Oh his powers work perfectly fine, but whenever he tries to transform, it seems as if the universe itself is screaming and begging him to not transform

So he goes to Clockwork who explains that Phantom has simply grown too powerful and that Danny simply needs to empower someone to act in his stead like an avatar

Unfortunately, Danny can't really choose anyone he knows. Tucker is not responsible with powers and the less is said about an empowered Sam, the better

It'd be absolutely hilarious if the avatar gets selected via a tournament arc. I imagine it wasn't Danny's idea but he was taking too long since he didn't want to burden anyone with this responsibility leading to the Observants deciding they'll take care of it. Cue all of Earth's heroes being summoned to an arena and told to fight until a victor is crowned. Really? This again? They all collectively groan. Meanwhile Danny is blissfully unaware of what's going on as he's back at the Clocktower trying to figure out the best candidate (the Observants thought they'd gain favor if they just surprised him with a new avatar).

I'm not honestly too sure how the tournament itself would turn out. Maybe the heroes would go along with it until they could figure out just what the reason for the tournament is this time. Maybe they would immediately jump to revolt. Punch first, ask questions later and all that. I could go either way to be honest.

All I really want is for the heroes to bust down the door and confront Danny about this whole tournament, ready to take down another crazy in power, only for this painful sleep deprived child to blink up at them, "What tournament?"

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they tried to rebrand as The Criminals but riz is literally the city council's treasurer and also turns out people in their late 20s don't really name their friend groups. so now they're The Intrepid Heroes

[casscainmainly]

In my opinion Duke and Alfred should hate each other. Duke should not be so okay with Alfred manipulating him and his friends into We Are Robin, particularly after Troy dies (and Alfred's weird white saviour-y guilt that vanishes pretty quickly). If Alfred ever found out the role Duke played in Bruce getting over his amnesia, he should be all the way pissed. I also think Alfred never wanted Duke to actually be in the Batfam. In this essay I will-

[yellow-sword]

I don't like eggs benedict ALSO OMGGG HIIIII WHO'S READY FOR ART FIGHT?