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Collection of images and memes for anyone who doesn’t know what to draw
Reblog to give a trans woman a delicious Cuban sandwich
ARE YOU TODAY’S DATE?
BECAUSE YOURE 10/10
Superman is a foodie.
He can be in Nigeria, Italy, Thailand, Haiti, Venezuela, anywhere in the blink of an eye. He saves the day and then…what, just flies away? Absolutely not. Snack time.
Don’t get him wrong—he adores Ma and loves her cooking, but it’s all very standard Midwestern American. Lots of salads that don’t contain vegetables. Not a whole lot of spice. It’s comforting and familiar, and it’s what he wants most when he’s feeling down. That said, once he dons the cape and old ladies in different corners of the world start offering him snacks? He starts exploring and loves what he finds.
Egusi and fufu. Kimchi jjigae. Jerk chicken with rice and peas. Pani puri. Curry goat. Mapo tofu. Soul food. Each dish is an exploration and appreciation of culture, and it certainly helps that locals in every city he touches down in have recommendations.
The downside is that League members (and their associates) realize they can buy favors and bribe him with food. The upside? Provided nobody gets hurt, Clark doesn’t mind.
Bruce: I need you to keep an eye on Red Hood. He’s been quieter than usual and that’s typically followed by explosions.
Clark: You know, you could just talk—
Bruce: Got you these macarons from Paris.
Clark: 🤐
Jason: Did that old bastard really send you to babysit me?
Clark: He cares—
Jason: Dominican spot down the street has a bacalao guisado special today. They gave me an extra order by accident.
Clark:…No explosions, rubber bullets only. Call your father.
Hal: I fucked up real bad and you can’t tell Spooky.
Clark: How bad?
Hal: No one’s hurt, no one’s in danger, but there may be photos of Ollie’s bare ass on the internet.
Clark: Why?
Hal: Boba says you saw nothing, know nothing, and don’t know whose ass it is.
Clark: Large mango and dragonfruit slush with brown sugar boba.
Hal: Done.
Clark: I am legally blind for the next hour.
“Fall in love with the person who enjoys your madness, not an idiot who forces you to be normal.”
— Unknown
Are you waiting for us to be killed and exterminated? 🍉💔
Can you bear the toothache 🥹
The bombing is surrounding us and there is no safe place to go 💔
To the innocent and the merciful, it is about humanity 😞
Save me from the massacres and certain death!! We may not survive in the coming hours 😞
Don't leave me and my family under genocide 🥹
Donate to me so I can escape the hell of war and undergo my surgeries and go to safety outside Gaza❤️
I hope everyone donates 20 or 30 dollars, it will make a difference for us so we can start a new life outside the stricken Gaza, where we cannot afford the travel costs, and the costs of my treatment ❤️🍉🍉
Share my posts because this will speed up our rescue process ❤️
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Hello lm hamdi ayyad ,I humbly ask for your support by reblogging this post on your account to help save my family. As newcomers to Tumblr and GoFundMe, we are in desperate need of your kindness and support. 🙏🇵🇸🍉😔Please donate 🙏🏼Let's reach the goal as soon as possible https://gofund.me/4de94fec
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Hello lm hamdi ayyad ,I humbly ask for your support by reblogging this post on your account to help save my family. As newcomers to Tumblr and GoFundMe, we are in desperate need of your kindness and support. 🙏🇵🇸🍉😔Please donate 🙏🏼Let's reach the goal as soon as possible https://gofund.me/4de94fec
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Hello my friend, I am a hadiah from Gaza.
Can you help my children and donate even a little
I was working as a lawyer to bring justice, and now you are the ones who will bring justice to me...We lost our jobs, our homes, all our belongings, we became homeless.. Asking for help is not easy, but saving lives on the front lines
I have children. In the name of humanity and not participating in genocide.I ask you to re-share my story and help my children if possible. Ten dollars is enough to save my children.
🙏😭🌹🍉💔💔
Please do what you can.
I want my children to live in safety and peace. Please don't neglect to do what you can to participate or donate
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I'M A MICHELANGELO LEVEL ARTIST AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN'T DO
hey guys here's a little reminder to take care of your wrist while you're writing or drawing otherwise you're going to develop carpal tunnel 😭
I respect batman because most parents only have to deal with the “watch this! are you watching? watch!” *does a cartwheel* for a few years but no that man has nightwing for a son and he doesn’t even ask, batmans out there discussing the latest drug ring with someone doing a handstand
please to the ppl sending me gofundme's, I'd love to help you, I really would. I cant. I hardly have any followers, I don't have any money, and I'm sorry but I really cant help. I'll keep the GoFundMe's alr in my pinned post up but I rly cant help anyone
Please do not send me asks for donations
Here's why:
I have NO money to give you
I'm not a popular enough blog that I will give you any reach
I am a minor, and most of my followers are too
It makes me feel extremely guilty
Seeing pictures of injuries or hospitals etc are triggering for me (which are in most intro posts for this sort of thing)
They are always worded in a way that makes me feel like I am a murderer if I don't donate
It makes me feel uncomfortable
I said I don't want them, and my boundaries should be respected
I can't tell what is a bot and what isn't
I get a lot of spam from this. It is disappointing to see 10 new asks in my inbox just to be the same ask for donations over and over
Please, just respect the fact that I have said this.
Edit: To all the people reblogging this, I'm sorry you have had to deal with this too. And yes, you can put this in your pinned post! Stay safe <3
Duke and Jason Being Hood Kids, Part 2
Duke considers cutting his hair off after his parents are hospitalized. Mama used to braid it for him every Sunday, but she obviously can’t do it now that she’s…yeah.
Yeah.
He tries doing it himself and can’t manage anything better than straight-backs. He looks like Queen Latifah in Set It Off. Mama used to braid intricate patterns and gold beads into his hair with ease. Once, when he first started high school, she braided his name into the back of his head. He avoided putting his hood up the whole week just to show it off.
Duke’s never had to do this himself. He watches an endless stream of YouTube tutorials and TikToks, but he just can’t get the hang of it. At one point, he just blows it all out and settles for a low bun because he can’t handle trying again. The girls at school fawn over “all that hair!” Duke just feels like a failure.
That’s when Jason steps in.
“Wish you’d said something sooner.” How does he even respond to that? The Red Hood, guardian of the Narrows, is detangling his hair and parting it into sections. What the fuck is his life? “Now you’ve got split ends.”
“In my defense,” Duke says, grunting softly when Jason pulls a particularly troublesome knot. “I didn’t exactly know I could say something about this. Especially not to you.”
Duke doesn’t point out that Jason’s hair is nothing like his own. That his hair is slightly curly, but nowhere near the kinky texture Duke has. That nobody in the Manor has hair like Duke’s or would understand the difference between a wide-tooth comb and a rat-tail comb. That no one else would know the L-O-C method to keep his hair moisturized, or that Aminata’s Beauty on Hall Street is the only one that carries his favorite deep conditioner. He stays silent and hopes Jason will assume that he meant “I can’t ask the Red Hood to do my hair.”
Jason hums thoughtfully as he clips two detangled sections down. “I can see that. If you’d asked, though, you’d know that the Red Hood makes house-calls. And that some of those calls involve kids who want to go to school looking like somebody loves them.”
Part. Shea butter. Braid. Next.
“No fuckin’ way,” Duke laughs. “You’re—what, braiding hair and trimming split ends in between drug busts? You retwisting locs?”
Part. Shea butter. Braid. Next.
“If that’s what it takes,” Jason responds. He sticks the rat-tail comb behind his ear as his fingers move across Duke’s scalp. “Papí at the bodega gives out free snacks. Mr. Chen opens his restaurant to kids who want a safe place to do homework. I blow up warehouses and occasionally make sure kids with no one at home can smile on Picture Day.”
Part. Shea butter. Braid. Next.
“I feel some of type of way about this.”
Part. Shea butter. Braid. Next.
“You want me to stop?”
Part. Shea butter. Braid. Next.
“No. Uh…thanks.”
“Any time.”
I don't think it's a radical ideal for the want of Hawai'i to become their own independent country. It should have never been taken over by the US in the first place. For a country whose entire foundation is based upon "separation from a colonial country" it's laughable that they made an entire population that was self governed into a state. It's insulting. It's already blatantly obvious that this whole country was based on lies and blood, and it only continues to perpetuate that. I'm shocked that the Hawai'ian sovereignty movement isn't mainstream even though they have been fighting for it since 1997. Fuck the American government.
in primary school we had a creative writing assignment where we had to ‘write about a character in a new, strange situation!’ and i wrote about a squid that was somehow teleported from the ocean to the forest floor and slowly choked to death for two pages and i’ll never quite forget my teacher’s face because it turns out she wanted ‘this new school is scary, i hope i make friends!’ and not a graphic description of a squid dying
This animation without the filter because it fucked with the framerate for some reason (this isn't the intended look otherwise, but bleh)
we fucked up
Duke and Jason Being Hood Kids, Part 3
Tim’s their white boy.
Technically speaking, because all of Bruce’s adoptees (and singular blood son) but him are black and brown, he’s everybody’s white boy. Tim just has a special place with Duke and Jason because they’re all Gotham-born and raised.
He fits in perfectly because he never makes light of the obvious differences in their upbringings. Duke had community fish fries after church on Sundays when money was tight. Jason had mangú three times a day when his Mamí went on benders and all he had left was platanos. Tim had absent parents and a credit card with no limit. They are not the same.
The key is that Tim is genuinely interested in their lives without being a weird rich tourist. He has a blast at Gotham’s Caribbean Day Parade, waving Dominican flags with Jason and subtly taking care of the Riddler goons who try to interrupt the fun. He gets invited to a cookout with Duke (“Yes, Tim, the cookout is both metaphorical and literal. Do you want ribs or not?”) and learns to play Spades. He loses three games on purpose because damnit, Duke, Miss Shirley gave me a church mother hug and called me “honey.” Fuck you and this game.
“We’re rocking with Tim because Tim is rocking with us,” Duke explains to Dick, who pouts over being left out. “Maybe next time, Big Bird.”
So when Tim comes home from school with a bloody nose, saying Steve Brian in sixth period chemistry made some homophobic comments and backed them up with a fist, Duke knows exactly what to do.
“Some two first name having ass bitch,” Duke reports, holding the phone in place with his shoulder as he inspects Tim’s nose for breaks. “Steve Brian. He looks like his family tree’s a Christmas wreath.”
“Sounds pretentious,” Jason yells. Based on the background noise, he’s on his motorcycle. “And ugly. He Bristol?”
“Yes,” Tim interrupts. He winces when Duke shoves another cotton ball up his left nostril. “And you don’t need to do anything!”
“Boy, hush.” Duke slaps Tim’s hand away and keeps working. “The grownups are talking.”
“I’m older than you.”
“Not the point, Tim,” Jason and Duke respond in unison.
“He fucks with you, he fucks with us,” Jason shouts over the sound of traffic. “Them’s the rules.”
Tim sighs and slouches in his seat, crossing his arms. He’s in pain and embarrassed and angry, and listening to Duke and Jason plan to jump Steve makes him feel so helpless.
But more than anything else? Tim’s…kinda, sorta, really thankful. Nobody’s ever been so ready to fight for him before. He doesn’t know what to say.
“Thanks, guys,” he mutters. “I…yeah. Thanks.”
“No bigs, Timmy,” Jason answers. He’s speaking softly now. He must be parked outside already. “You want the first punch when we find him?”
“Yes, please.”
mwah