What pet do you think the batfam should have
A parrot
Why? It’d be hilarious. Constantly this bird is nearly exposing them
They can’t stop it
Randomly it’ll go, “I’m vengeance” “robin to the batcave” chaos
Will they get rid of it? Nah Bruce’s had it his whole life. They’re a package deal
Thinking of you.
EDIT: I fixed the flag.
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Fundraiser under the cut.
Please follow this link and read @ahmedpalestine's story. His fundraiser is currently at €6.030.
my theory is that michael took one look at the wet kitten of a guy seb was during their first roc and went 'you won't intimidate anyone the traditional way, you'll have to try something different' and he probably meant like. sabotage. but seb took it as 'sleep your way through the entire lineup'
New Fic dropped!!!!!
Word Count: 7.5K
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Ayrton Senna X Alain Prost
Summary: Alain wakes up hungover, ill and handcuffed to Ayrton Senna.
Not the best way to start his morning.
Or is it?
Link: Here
YEAH SUPRISE GUYS IVE BEEN COOKING THIS THE PAST WEEK. it is pure smut, sprinkled with a tiny bit of lore, and god complexes. I wrote the majority of this after re-watching Oppenhimer, so I apologise if its a bit dramatic....
Anyway this is 7K of smut so uhhh enjoy and dont look me in the eye
In honor of the World Cup final, I give to you some F1 drivers x football
+ their lovely checkered flag uniform
this year while we all celebrate pride month and celebrate ourselves as well as those who came before us and paved the way for us to do so, we must also think of those in gaza, queer or not, who live every day under a brutal occupation and don’t have that same privilege. happy pride, and may we see a free palestine in this lifetime.
A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
Donation link
Now I'm just sad :( #thay are so cute #but it's still sad
Can I just say George constantly looking at Dream especially his face and Dream constantly inching closer to George is sad but sweet. It’s like for George he finally gets to see Dream and he won’t look away and for Dream it’s finally being physically with George irl so he sticks close as possible. They’re making up for lost years, I hope it remains like this forever for them