#they may be nice

[chiptrillino]

ID: Katara and sokka in swimgear. in the first image, sokka is searching for something in the water. his hair getting wet. katara leans over to him saying "don't you think, its time for a haircut?" in the second image sokka rose form the water, a dog-shark creature in hand, swinging his hair in Katara face splashing her. smugly he says "no <3". End ID

i know its winter! i know it likley snowed by now on the northern hemilsphere! but... on the southern side is summer time right??? so... its fine.... this is fine!!!

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!!! please do not use or repost this artwork without permission!!!

[radiance1]

There was a new cafe open in Gotham.

Such thing would usually not be a problem whatsoever, except for the fact that the family that ran said bakery just appeared out of nowhere one day. No one knew who they were, not where they came from.

The two parents- Mr. and Mrs. Fenton seemed to be the usual case of brilliant scientists about to snap and go crazy, and yes, everyone who visited said store waited with baited breath for said thing to happen.

Except, it never did.

They were just being your normal (as you can get in Gotham) run of the mill parents taking care of their two kids while simultaneously running a bakery.

Almost made them feel silly for waiting for the other shoe to drop, but in Gotham you could never be too sure.

Their oldest child, Jasmine Fenton passed college with flying colors, and seemed to be your normal run of the mil teenage girl busy with taking care of school and stuff.

Their youngest and last child- Danny Fenton- was a bit of an enigma, to be honest. He didn't seem to be going to school, instead staying and helping run his parents' bakery alongside- or alone when they were busy with something else- his parents. The room noticeably got colder whenever he was around, his touch colder than the normal human should be, his breath a tad too cold whenever he was speaking over someone's shoulder, and his teeth literal fangs.

They assume him to be a meta, and if he didn't already have parents would have assumed him to be Mr. Freeze's long-lost child or something.

Everyone was determined to treat them like a normal family, maybe a tad weird but honestly, it wouldn't be inaccurate to say there was something weird about everyone who lived in Gotham.

They were just a normal family, maybe have a past they're running from, who are the Gothamites to judge. At least, until they were attacked by one of Gotham's rouges.

The daughter was at school, well out of the fire zone.

Ms. Fenton calmly rang out a bell on the counter, while Mr. Fenton didn't even stop from where he was carrying multiple people's orders (with the help from small green beings the Fenton's call blob ghosts) and then out from the ceiling appeared what looked like extremely high-tech weapons and without a second's delay were they fired, the villain was not killed, but were knocked out cold.

Then their son appeared from the kitchen, dusting his hands off on his apron, calmly walked to the villain and proceeded to throw them out of the establishment as easy as breathing and walk back into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

They knew there was another shoe just waiting to drop, and drop it did. They're just glad it wasn't the result of another villain added to the rogue's ranks.

And hey, they'll be turning a blind eye for as long as they could when said family makes some of the best pastries and meanest cups of coffee in Gotham.

(Two days after that was it made known that their daughter pulled out one of those same high-tech guns on the Red Hood.)

[ionomycin]

mermay

[mbohjeezart]

Hermit a Day May: Day 9, Skizzleman, God of Laughter and Spirit of Childhood.

Here's his full portrait :D

[abraxos-the-phantom]

Practiced Suffering

a/n: i'm in a mood

tw: mentions of gun violence and school in relation to each other; vague mention of a previously encountered situation regarding another teacher and student (though not necessarily involving affairs of any kind) reader's descretion is advised

Yan Fenglang realized very early on that the meaning of pain, the meaning of suffering, was very different here than what she remembered.

Here, pain was hurt. Here, pain meant being hit - being slapped - being stabbed. Here, pain was a tangible thing usually caused by something or someone else. Here the suffering of society only so far extended into the higher ups, the people who decided on what is to be done and how to get it done. The people who held and managed resources and held the duty of ownership.

Here, reputation was key - yet not in the way Yan Fenglang knew. There was no presence of anonymity, no concept of personas in the way that she knew. The delicate dance of society and propriety was a much less complex version to the one she knew.

For a woman born into a time where words meant more than their definitions, for a woman born into a day and age where mental fortitude is a valued strength, it almost seemed rather mundane.

"Work Hard. Play Hard."

She always felt the saying infuriating. The meaning made sense, good hard work always made for a more satisfying rest, yet in her world 'hard' could often be confused with 'suffering'. Hard meant dealing with unreasonable customers. Hard meant taking the abuse of superiors for fear of losing income and therefore safety. Hard meant struggling to decide the line between helpful and unhealthy.

Work hard play hard.

Even if she couldn't see, she needed to fire.

Even if she couldn't read, she needed to learn.

Even if she struggled to breathe, she needed to run.

She did. Even if it meant suffering.

What choice did she have? It was the way of her world, it is the way to survive. Suffering is a fact.

Until it wasn't.

In another life, Yan Fenglang cracked. In another life, Yan Fenglang would have raged to the heights of suffering and pain unlike never before seen, for this world has not yet seen a suffering so well endured. This world held no concept of the fragile mind hastily patched by platitudes of the well-meaning; this world was one of physical labor still.

Yan Fenglang's world was one of mind games and mental facilities. Yan Fenglang's world was one where a single income was calculated and split, Yan Fenglang's world was a massive test in patience and control. A constant battle of necessity vs. want to a scale beyond comprehension. Yan Fenglang knew exactly the thing to say to get something or to get out of it, she had undergone training of how to talk down the frantic and the crazed, the ones with little else left to tether their fragile sanities.

She was a teacher of her world, so she knew how to organize bunkers. She knew how to train children to hide in small spaces and not make a sound, she knew how to explain to a child how disguise their presence with the blood of another. She knew the exact words to coach a child on how to best deal with a gunshot. She knew how easy it was to never realize you had been shot in the first place.

She knew how to file a police report against a fellow professor.

She knew to backup incriminating evidence.

She went to the gym only because she needed enough strength to pull a great amount of weight with little to no issue. She knew a lot of things.

Her world was not easy, and neither was the one she found herself in. But sometimes, sometimes she was happy she was no longer where she was.

Sometimes, she was glad she died and escaped it.

[panthermouthh]

“It is more dangerous than you think in this country.”

[obsob]

a very needed redraw of my lovers print! now with better blanket and chunkier cats

[onenicebugperday]

Fig sphinx moth, Pachylia ficus, Sphingidae

Found in the Americas

Photo 1 by birdernaturalist and 2 by susanhewitt

[amuelia]

small drawing as im looking forward to watching tales of the empire tomorrow

[gluzzo]

IMOGEN & LAUDNA // “foreigner’s god” by hozier

[blargberries]

botw again 🍃

[dantesdelulumalewife]

Yes, this is DMC fang propaganda

[zu-is-here]

Eat your feelings

[mossy-paws]

they’ve been cooked…. (PHIGHTING!)

Yea Twitter really liked these ones lmao, anyways the first one was for a trend and the second one is just a silly follow up to it LMAO

[theonewhowails]

Golden Fleece

[marbleboa]

invert // compliment