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EMERGENCY!

I never done this before, but i'm creating this PSA for a family i'm in contact with in the Carolinas who recently suffered an electrical fire [due to this nature, everything caught fire TWICE.] that completely consumed their home. From my understanding, the American Red Cross is providing some aid, but it has only gone so far.

The images below are the devastating result of the fire. The sister of the wife of the impacted family created a gofundme, you can click on the link to go there and donate whatever you can. If you have cashapp, that works great too, as the father prefers it because it'll help him buy clothes, food, and other necessities they need faster.

His cash app is: Majeedphillips34

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ooc. been loaded with college work since the semester started. i ain't dead or lose motivation. replies and hc memes will be coming soon enough. scurrying away to setup two new blogs i've been itching to do for months though.

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Reposting an emegency case from Twitter:

TW: SA/R4PE, ABUSE

"Being on the streets (in this area) is dangerous for me. My dad just attempted to attack me again and nobody helped me. I’m honestly tired of being here… I’m just over everything at this point."

Note: “For Char”

CA: $chport

paypal.me/Char2001x

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          The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle passed from warrior to warrior. And now because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king. SO I ASK YOU, AS BOTH WARRIOR AND KING, HOW LONG DO YOU THINK YOU CAN KEEP YOUR FRIEND SAFE FROM ME? FOLLOW                 HIGHLY DIVERGENT T’CHALLA OF THE BLACK PANTHER                                            blessed by gully

c: falsedking

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send me questions you have about my character!

anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!

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blade, are you ready to die?

testing. get a feel for the vibe.

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black solander batman moncler jacket(2024)

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‘ hc ‘  + Dana!

she was the first one he thought about when he was in juvie. every time he had a rough time adjusting to life on the inside, overhearing/watching the abuse of the other boys around him by the higher-ups, the face that helped him stay sane was dana's. she was his first childhood friend after charlie, the first to curse the name 'terrible tiny terry' and everything that kid stood for, and the first person to capture his heart and influence him to change.

she was supportive—his biggest cheerleader in fact, always there to whisk him away from bad thoughts and be a listening ear. if anyone taught him about patience and giving people a fair shot, it was her. he struggles with the latter in certain circumstances, but it's because of her kind soul that he tries.

when he returned to civilization, their relationship was almost like before, picking up where they left off two years prior. for a while, they did well. but then batman occupied his time. as they got older, their conversations started to take on a different tone—about scary things, about a future that teru wasn’t sure he could have, so he was never comfortable with even having them. the idea of having a family later, when they were both stable—or at least when he was—became a topic that traveled far ahead of what was happening in his life. teru was just trying to balance a second life, and the idea of 'children of his own' felt like something far off. the guilt was always bottled up and whenever it busted, it burned him up because he knew his desires didn't match hers. she spoke enthusiastically about their future, and he tried to match her energy, but deep down, he was conflicted. questions kept nagging at him.

what if something bad happened to him, leaving his child fatherless like his own father did to him? warren was a good man trying to do the right thing, and yet teru only got 17 years with him—matt, even less. how could he offer his own child a better future when the mcginnis brothers never had the past they deserved? he couldn't bear the thought of his child growing up with the same pain he deals with daily.

then there was the danger: teru's rogue gallery is more ruthless than the original batman's ever was. one big misstep, and that could be his kid's life. that misstep could cost him his soul and spiral him into a darkness he never known about himself. the thought haunted him.

then there is the condition he's inflicted with the splicing incident that left him genetically half-bat. could he even be a father? will his child look like a monster? will they even look human? how will that affect pregnancies? these questions came up more times than his thoughts on what he wanted for breakest at seventeen.

he passed his family studies class with flying colors, but he barely; he kept a computerized baby egg intact by the skin of his teeth. was his success in that class an honest reflection of his future? did making an advanced program of baby humpty dumpty happy as a kid in candy wonderland mean he could actually be a decent father? he didn't want to base his future on a school project, no matter what his teacher said about his success or dana's elation.

dana was, still is, someone he would've risked it all for, despite their on-again, off-again relationship over the years. he felt obligated to keep her safe and make her happy, even though he often fell short of that. he's open, even if it hurts, to letting go of dana too, because eventually, he realized how unfair it was to expect someone to wait around. he never demanded that she stay by his side, but with all the failed promises and the number of excuses that could replace the text in the bible, he might as well have. he took advantage of her without meaning to, stringing her along until the heartstrings popped and the pain was written all over her place.

does he love her? it might be unfair to say, but yes, he does. he will always have love for her, because without dana, the mcginnis family could have been a family of two instead of three. she's a rare soul in a city like neo gotham, and teru always wants to strive to help himself and others, because of her influence.

@thefaeriescafe | hc word/sentence prompt.

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ANDREW KOJI as AH SAHM Warrior | 1.02 "There's No China in The Bible"

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andrew koji as teru mcginnis. happy belated birthday, teru ( aug 18th. ).

commission by orleander.

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Thirst (2009)

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im so obsessed with this remix

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i always thought broken noses looked cooler .

 ❝ aww, had i known that, i woulda lugged the guy who did this with me.❞ he laughed, but winced immediately as the excruciating flare of pain hit, cutting his amusement short. the sharp, stinging stream of tears that welled up made it hard to keep his eyes open. if only my mind hadn't blipped out of orbit in the middle of the match, i'd have walked out with this pretty face intact, he lamented. but it was all part of the plan. kind of.

                  ❝ you would've loved everything about him. i got you on the next one... if you think you could hook me up with a fair discount? ya know, first-time customer—wink, wink? ❞ as he let the question hang in the air, his eyes wandered to the shelves, lined with a monopoly of medicines, most with hard-to-pronounce in different languages. ❝ i take it nothing here is american, doc? taste. my moms would love you. ❞

and a certain old man, but i wasn't going to divulge that.

@toxicvine | i was a teenage slasher pt ii.

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i need a minute. ( from taro ; hii >:) )

 ❝ dont be such a twip, you had thirty,❞ teru mumbled, coolly prying the miswak he was chewing on from his mouth. he'd spent the past half hour chewing on the thick twig out of boredom while keeping an eye on his little brother in the privacy of the adjacent room, harping on him about his studies through the holovid. now, done with that, he wondered if tanaga-sensei's newest pupil was finally ready. she had called out for personal reasons, asking teru to fill in for her and test the latest person to join her dojo. what about them she wanted tested, he didn't know.

                  teru had turned his communication devices off, cutting off any distractions. he lifted his black belt from the tatami and fastened it around his waist, securing it tightly over his yellow gi. when teru emerged from beyond the shoji doors, he glanced at the drink he'd prepared for... taro, was that their name? ( you'd think i'd remember that. it's not too far off from my name.) the cup was still practically as full as he'd left it half an hour ago.

                  ❝ unless you want me to tell the hag that you're a three-day monk, what're you even here for, huh? ❞ kairi tanaga isn't the hand-holding type, and while teru isn't her, nor his first mentor, the old hermit, mr. wayne, he's close. ❝ c'mon, man, i don't think you want me to tell her that. drink up. it's only eel juice. in this heat? you'll perform like a machine. ❞ he stood there, arms crossed over his chest, staring at taro seriously, though he couldn't help but feel slightly amused by the thought of the torture he'd already prepped in his head.

@vitrumbra | i was a teenage slasher pt ii.

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do i even wanna know?

batman hated complications—yes, it didn't take him to be sherlock holmes to realize he couldn't be 'the batman' without them, but when those complications turned into surprises that literally laughed in his face? it went without saying that it annoyed all proportions of reasonings out of him. he didn't like to be one-upped nor mocked for it, especially at the expense of lives. when he received word on the resurgence of a particular old pain in his ass, he was obligated to follow up on the tips he was handed after some 'persuasive negotiations'.

                  a part of him wish he hadn't.

                  the sight below must have sent a poisoned phantom fist straight through the belly of his armored layers—bypassing the complex web of reactive fibers that amplified his neuromuscular system—and rotted him with disgust. a knot tightened in his stomach, knocking around like someone was playing handball with it inside. jokerz, he thought. grimaldi gave clowns their first real stage, and the world hasn't been right since.

                  the density of mist obscured most of the shipyard's suspicious activities, blanketing the presence of the colorful dregs with a near-impenetrable void. from his high vantage point, the average naked eye could only perceive looming cranes and groaning hulls, half-swallowed by the ashen cloud.

                  but for batman, the haze was no hindrance. through the sleek, red devil-tinted visor of the batsuit, advanced filtration systems hummed lowly, parsing through the thick fog and peeling back the layers until he achieved picture-perfect clarity with the visual mode of his choice. thermal heat signatures by the hundreds bled around a blued-out backdrop of the shipyard. each living jitter-brained, clown-faced craplet's position was traced, and their conditions logged by the biofeedback sensors.

                  they were all too relaxed and jolly for his liking. it was as if the possibility of being hunted down by the winged black devil of the bright-eyed, soul-weary city was nothing to fret over. a once-frightening, albeit fleeting, thing of the past. they'd sorely be mistaken.

                  feeling slighted aside, he had to wonder beyond the decoded readings over their hearts' micro-fluctuations and investigate why they were so calm and composed, despite being so exposed, in the first place. what was filling them up with so much false sense of security that they felt bold enough to gather in droves, not thinking there'd be any consequence to their curious assclown convention? he had an uncomfortable itch in the back of his head, telling him that there was a nasty devil in the elaborated details in his tips, and he was led to this specific location on purpose.

                  slag it, it wouldn't be the first time i winged it through some stupid plot the bad guys dreamed up, he thought.

movement detected from above.

                  the hairs on the nape of his neck bristled as the a.i.'s voice sounded in his ear ( he made a mental note to check in with grayson later and see if the alfred voice change was available yet.). the batman's neck snapped to the sky, brandishing a pair of batarangs that slid smoothly to his fingers, as per his thought-driven commands of the suit's sophisticated system—his reaction time tuned exponentially past the best of nature's predators, courtesy of the micro-sensors and the neural interface's intimate engagement with his brain.

                  ❝ huh?! ❞ confused, he stared quizzically at the unexpected company descending to him. when he saw who it was, not only did he have more questions, his mind tricked him momentarily into thinking the electromagnetic pads on the soles of his feet ceased working and his legs turned into mushed noodles. obviously, he wouldn't have died if he somehow slipped off the hood of the batmobile, but he wouldn't have been saved from the embarrassment.

                  ❝ slow-pulse with the jump scares, 'queen'. i was almost too quick to give you a free haircut. not your schwayest look, but i think you could've pulled it off. ❞ he half-joked, lowering his arm by his side then. batman erected his posture and the muscles in his shoulders relaxed, but he still held fast to his batarangs. maybe it's the edge of old mentors rubbing off on him—that'd be a guess, and only a guess. personal experiences with heroes entering his city unannounced informed him it's healthy to remain guarded, even against the ones he liked. what was she doing here?

                  ❝ do you wanna know what? that now, i even have more reason to clean up my city's less-than-appealing tourist attractions? i didn't know i'd be playing host to a special guest tonight. you should've given me a ring so i could tidy up the place for you faster. ❞ more complications? just what i needed.

@cloudrides + i was a teenage slasher pt ii.

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I know it's an unpopular opinion... but... i kinda grown to really like golden age batman, the long bat ears, the purple gloves [should've been purple in caped crusader, but i digress]. its raw. but i also had a taste for noir lately, as well.