#state continuing

[nenoname]

still haunted by the implications of these two lines...

[kitty-pelosi]

literally every liberal administration in the west collapsing is profoundly hilarious. bulwark of democracy my ass lmao

and it’s particularly visible in the parties that compose the neolib blocks in France and the United States. reeling off elections which are indisputable, overwhelming rejections of centrist apathy and austerity, yet within these parties there is a total closing of ranks around the chauvinist neoliberal leadership. they are cementing total control over their factions just as their factions fall into utter powerlessness.

people like Nancy Pelosi, Justin Trudeau, and Emmanuel Macron are not clever. they are selfish, greedy parasites who would rather feast off of a half-life of an institution, than step down and give it a chance to thrive. (Not that these institutions are worth saving) they aren’t protecting anything, just their little supply of blood. totally out of touch with their “universal truth, broad coalition” marketing strategies. when you fall for this kind of bullshit politics you get to experience profound consequences. welcome to the club, Canada!

[hawnks]

You're alpha!Keigo's personal assistant. Omegas really aren't supposed to be in such close contact with alpha heroes, liability and all that. But you need this job -- so you lie.

The deception is easy enough. Your omegan traits aren't exactly overt. You manage to hide them with a good suppressant, and religiously washing your clothes to get rid of any traces of pheromones. A few times a year you take a week or so off, visiting family you tell your boss. Anything else can be chalked up to a character quirk. You've gotten good at skimming the truth, just enough to obscure anything important. And he believes you. Trusts you.

Which is why, in the throes of his own heat, he texts you.

please come

It's the candid vulnerability that gets you. Despite your best efforts, you've become enamored with him, and even worse -- friends. How could you let him suffer alone?

When you arrive at his penthouse, he's in worse shape than you've ever seen him. You feel like he barely even recognizes you as he takes you in his arms, sweltering, hungering. He's barely lucid, shaking with need.

The bite was never your intention. It's already done before you realize what's happening, his teeth sunk into your mating gland, a moan of pure relief on his lips. And even the rush of pleasure at being owned, mated, isn't enough to overpower the sinking realization: you're in deep, deep shit.

You lied about being a beta, but that's not even the worst of it. What will the Commission do to the accidental bondmate of their pet hero? Nothing good, that's certain.

It will take two more days for his heat to completely subside, enough time (you hope) to get gone.

You don't even make it out of the prefecture before he's caught you -- you should have known you could never outrun the fastest man alive.

He lands heavy on the roof of your car as you speed down the expressway, claws anchoring with a terrible shredding sound.

You pull onto the shoulder, dread-numb.

The knock on your window is oddly polite, given the circumstances. You pull yourself out of the drivers seat, ready to let him deal whatever punishment he deems necessary.

You expect his rage. Maybe he'll kill you. Maybe you deserve it.

Instead he looks -- lovestruck.

He pulls you into his arms with a tenderness that has you reeling, boneless, as he buries his face against your throat. His lips brush the new bond mark.

"Damn baby," he murmurs, taking your scent deep into his lungs. "You've been holding out on me."

[scho17]

In some fucked up way it was kinda funny. 

Guy on the run goes to Bludhaven to keep a low profile and catches the attention of a vigilante. The universe is laughing at him, surely. 

Everything was fine up until a month ago. Really, it was. Danny had obtained his own shitty apartment and yeah, maybe his dead end job made him want to eat dirt more than usual but everything was fine. There weren’t any eyes on him and now there were. A certain bird didn’t know how to leave him alone.

“Can I help you, Nightwing?” Danny says in a flat tone, leaning his forearms against the rails of the fire escape. He isn’t a cigarette type of guy but if ever there were a time this would be it.

“Mhum. I want names, same as always.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “We both know I can’t tell you anything.”

“But you could.”

“I could,” Danny acquiesced with a shallow nod. “And then what? When they can’t get to me, they’ll get to you.” He sighs, feeling infintely tired “in any case, the big bad bat isn’t known for leaving things he doesn’t understand alone, and I’m not really looking to be a lab rat again. Zero out of ten do not recommend. Turns out being vivisected fucking hurts, man.”

“Why won’t you let me take them out for you? Besides, I’m not weak. I can hold my own just fine.”

And thats the million dollar question, isn’t it? Dannys gaze fixes upon the ill looking moon, pallor as he peers through the smog of the dingy city and into the sky. “Because he told me to wait.”

“Who?”

Clockwork. 

Clockwork told him to wait. To do the one thing he hates more than anything in the world. To do the unforgivable - to sit idle when they had Ellie. As much as he’d love to spit venom and recite every reason why the GIW needed to be taken care of much sooner rather than whenever Clockwork had in mind, he can’t. He’s - and Ancients, he’ll never forgive himself - scared. He’s scared.

Logistically, he knows he’s strong. Stronger than anyone in any of those facilities compounded. Stronger than Vlad in terms of raw power if not in wiles, he’s stronger than Pariah Dark. Danny has tested his mettle against the worst of the worst and came out on top but he’s still fucking scared. Isn’t that something? Crown prince of the Infinite Realms is scared. 

There’s no one to magically make it better. No one to lean on because he’s the strongest, he’s it. And if the strongest can’t stand up because they’re too busy having a panic attack at the sight of a lab coat then really, what use are they?

“I can’t tell you that.” He glances down to the alleyway below them. It’s filthy. Wet newspaper plastered to the pavement, old gum cemented in place like spots on a dalmatian. It looks a lot like how Danny feels most days.

Nightwing frowns. “I can help you,” he says. It sounds painfully earnest, like he believes he really, really, could. 

“That's a nice offer, Nightwing, but I can’t take it yet.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

There he is. That’s the boy the bat raised. “Can’t.”

*

The next time Dick sees Danny it isn’t in Bludhaven. 

It’s months later in her sister city, Gotham. Crime Alley, to be specific. It was during the tail end of a joint patrol with the newly minted Robin, Tim, whom he had sent back to the cave early. His eyes snagged on the figure of a young man carrying a child in the middle of the wet season, a thin thoroughly soaked through navy blue sweater clinging to him like a second skin. It was pouring down like the heavens didn’t know how to stop grieving. 

It seemed as anguished as Dick was in the immediate absence of Jason. He blinks tiredly and washes the thought away. There’s a little girl cradled in Danny’s arms with hair just as pitch black as his own, burrowing her small face in his neck, tiny arms clinging as the man himself runs his hand soothingly on her back, murmuring apologies into her hair. “I know, I know, I’m sorry Ellie, I’m sorry. It’s okay, it's- We’re out. We’re okay.”

It’s a painfully private moment, one that he feels guilty for witnessing. The girl - Ellie, sobs into Danny’s chest. It isn’t his place to watch, to witness this. All the same, he wishes he could comfort them somehow. 

[dailycupofcreativitea]

They're biking!!

(I don't know how to draw a bike okaayyy I just made something up 😂 if the bike engineering doesn't make sense don't come after me)

[bixels]

As cameras becomes more normalized (Sarah Bernhardt encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use cameras because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by manufacturing companies. I paint not because I want a painting but because I love the process of painting. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

if i have to explain to you that using a camera to take a picture is not the same as using generative ai to generate an image then you are a fucking moron.

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Mr. Peanut surrenders to President Bill Clinton on behalf of the Robot Equality Coalition in The Electric State's most gloriously stupid moment.

[fleabagdiaz]

want so so badly for Eddie to meet with a lawyer and be like look is there anything I can do about my parents? legally? and for the lawyer to be like well first of all what your parents did is what we in the legal world call kidnapping so jot that down

[itadooori]

fuckass gi-hun canvas bc im insanely gihunpilled today

[centaur-dreaming]

Jean not understanding why Renee saved him until he’s leaving the house in just his helmet and gloves and breaking every speed limit on his way to do exactly the same thing for Jeremy

[bpdetrimental]

“There are bigger problems in the world than your own feelings.”

Thanks for reminding me I have little to no reason left to live.

[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[valtsv]

[msmimundo]

Question tho where is he here???

[petrichara]

And it passes, it passes, it passes. Time is neither friend nor foe. Time falls into step; time does not berate. Time is a neutral observer. It’s okay to take a break, set down the heaviness for a moment or two. The clouds are still moving. There’s no race to be won, and no other path the same. You can stop to smell the roses, every breath has meaning. It is a wondrous thing to be alive

[dots3a]

The United States is allowing illegal transportation of uranium through sovereign Navajo territory and is ignoring the nation's government and people asking to stop the illegal and dangerous transportation of the radioactive substance through their territory.