"I Kinda Feel Like An 🍊"

Honestly, this is both depressing and really heartwarming. One thing I hate most about our society currently is how they convince people that their only worth is in working, and if they can't, they're useless. Like imagine thinking humans only purpose is to basically just be a fucking robot. Man, just make a fuckjng robot then! Don't give me that bullshit. (Not talking to you, btw)

Demons and monsters that torture people because they feed on human suffering are so dumb. People are suffering everywhere my guy go literally any place and take a deep whiff.

I think more people need to play around with Damian's speech. Don't get me wrong, I love the antiquated Victorian child style of speech, but also he's a teenager that swears plenty in the comics. We really need more scenes like:

Damian: Father, I regret to inform you that I have been assigned in-school suspension for the next three days.

Bruce: What, why?!

Damian: My classmate Kevin was disparaging a female classmate for turning him down, so I called him 'a rizz-less, basic-ass neckbeard bitch' and said I was going to fuck his mom and give her a son she'd actually love.

Bruce: *is completely speechless*

Damian: That is all I needed to tell you. If you will excuse me, I have homework to complete before dinner and patrol.

EVERYONE shut the FACK UP IM ON PUTER

Oh my fucking God I'm dying!

Remember if you’re out at a store and someone says “This is a robbery” you can say “no it’s not” and then the robber will leave because theyre a robber and this is no longer a robbery .

I'm obsessed with spiderman!! And teenagemutant turtle is so cool! This has got to be my favorite crossover ever! I want more so bad!!

they are friends they are friends they are friends

I've been scroling Hella turtle tots lately and just had to draw some!

You, the queen of a fairy tale kingdom, got cursed to give birth to a princess who’s going to live her life isolated in a tower the first 20 years of her life. Narrate how you avoid your daughter’s fate.

I love this!

Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

One thing able-bodied people don’t get is that sometimes your condition is in its best possible state. My chronic illnesses are incurable. They are progressive and that’s it. With that will come symptoms no matter what. And im very lucky with mine considering the progression of my condition. Frankly I think my mental health has been far harder than my physical.

There is this idea that fighting a doctor or racing through treatment after treatment may fix something. And sometimes it can. But sometimes the body and state one is in is the best it can be. No doctor is going to be able to change it.

A condition has symptoms. Very rarely does it not. And if the condition cannot disappear then neither can all of the symptoms. Improvement is possible - perfection is not. And for me right now; my body is as good as she’s going to be. And I need people around me to accept that so I can live my life free from their judgment and their shame.

It’s a hard fact to explain. And it’s a hard one to accept. But it’s the reality. 🌸

Children these days don't recognize their parents.