My brother never touches his cricket bat with his feet. It will anger the gods within it, he says. The goalkeeper of my football team kisses the goalpost before the beginning of a match, a silent prayer to the deity within. My sister never puts her paintbrushes on the floor and my father holds his stethoscope with unmatched devotion. You see, the gods are what you want them to be, where you want them to be. In your mother’s lap, in your best friend’s hug, in the coffee you are almost addicted to, in the equipments of the gym you love working out in or in the books you bought but will never read. The gods are wherever you want them to be. The gods are wherever you need them to be.
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I meant to post about this yesterday about I really love the Charlotte Tilbury sponsor in F1 Academy. It's a very bold and deliberate step towards inclusion of women and femme presenting people in motorsport. It's a great reminder that women have purchasing power in the sport and that our wants and needs should be considered when creating content and merchandise. I also hope it opens the door for more non-traditional sponsors to join the sport because I'm so tired of cryptocurrency scams and tech companies being the only sponsors we see. It's also just a fun and out-of-the-box livery because sometimes motorsport takes itself too seriously. So I find it refreshing.
Edit: Took Lola Lovinfosse out of the tags because she's a zionist but the rest still applies.
rizz so bad, even death is rejecting
can’t have seasonal affective disorder if i say that winter isn’t real it was just invented by Big Vivaldi to sell all four of his seasons
I have something to confess, actually I haven't even seen outer banks nor I'm interested in watching it, but like Rafe Cameron? Makes me wild, that man makes me go feral, I just knooooooow he's like some kind of psychopath he's CRAZY, his head is damaged but I waaant him he drives me mad, so all I do is read fics about him because I really like him, that man's so gorgeous I don't know what to do with myself.
Fix him? NO, I like him just the way he is
Anyway, I just wanted to say that thank you haha
The US-backed terrorist state of Israel has blocked the entry of aid into Gaza.
Netanyahu is the great Satan. May Israel be wiped off the world map. Fucking terrorists. Death to Israel.
(source)
Blood Bound (Yandere Batfam x reader)
Note: I forgot I had this written in my draft notebooks for weeks now. I guess this might be part 1
Masterlist
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You have always lived a normal life. You were raised in a small household where it’s just you and your father. Your mother was absent in the picture and you lived in the house near the edge of the town. Though small and seemingly insignificant in the fast moving town of Gotham, it filled you with contentment while growing up.
The absence of a mother figure in the picture made your father more protective. At an early age you were taught basic self-defense, survival skills, and even made you remember each escape route in the city. Even now that you’re a student at Gotham Academy, he still doesn’t take chances at public transportation safety. He will wake up early in the morning to make you breakfast and lunch, and then send you to school before going to work. You two won’t meet again until after school where he picks you up and makes you choose whether to get takeout or home cooked meal for dinner.
It was mid Psychics class when the intercom rang, the principal calling you to come to the office immediately. You looked up from your notes meeting the equally confused look from the professor and your classmates. Whenever some kid is needed for an intervention, the principal would only send a staff to pick them up. The intercom on the other hand is reserved for emergencies or when a student commits a big misconduct punishable by suspension or expulsion.
Well, you did have your fair share of trouble but all of those combined is not enough to warrant a suspension. You made solid knocks on the mahogany door and waited for the principal to say ‘come in’ before placing your hand on the cold door knob and twisting it open. Inside was the principal and a police officer from Gotham PD. “What’s going on?” you asked, taking a seat as you watched their grim expression.
“There was a break in at your place. The place was torched down and your father was burned alive”
Damian glared heavily at the titanium case that they had unearthed earlier on the crime scene. The execution of the crime was well timed. The break in happened just an hour after Duke had made his rounds on the town edge, while Damian is at school, while Tim is being forced to rest, while Jason is out of town with Dick, and while Bruce is at work. The entire house is burned down probably to erase evidence that led to the criminals or erase the evidence of the criminals being there in the first place.
He was ready to write down the case as a possible mafia related crime until Ace started running around and started digging beneath the ashes that used to be the house’s floorboards.
The dark fabric inside the now cracked titanium safe was unmistakable. The ideology of creating utopia by getting rid of the filth that is humanity and bathing the new paradise with its blood. Leaving the League of Assassins is a death sentence and a leap of faith but surviving for years after leaving is far more impressive. Still, the desperation of fear for life is present as evidenced by the locks of hair wrapped in paper with Archangel Michael’s prayer and a hastily scrawled note that reads, ‘I never regret taking you away’.
Taking who away?
The beeping of the comms echoed inside the batcave, taking Tim’s focus who just entered the cavern. “Barbara, any news?” he asked in between yawns. Barbara sighed on the other end of the line followed by the shuffling of papers and sipping of coffee.
“The DNA from the hair inside the titanium case didn’t match the victim’s” Then there was a pause. It hangs high in the air before she drops the next set of information. “But it matched Bruce’s and Talia’s”
Help Hamza get his family out of gaza.
in hindi, we don't say
"you pathetic excuse of a man!"
we say
"aadmi hai ki pajama!?"