Missing traveling and seeing my beautiful country. </3

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Missing traveling and seeing my beautiful country. </3
a rescued parrot, is the most famous and also the cutest thing about Hermon.
Pepe of Hermon from Greg Ruben
BANGOR & AROOSTOOK GE TYPE Y DIESEL SWITCHER #30 - NORTHERN MAINE JCT., HERMON, MAINE - OCTOBER 25, 1958
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Marco carried a rather large napsack on his back while holding Hermon’s hand. The pair were lead into a beautiful throne room, small but dazzling to both the young Nephil and the aged revenant.
Placing the bag on the floor, Marco kneeled so he was eye level with the large boy, doing his best to adjust a small bow tie that hung around the boy’s neck. It was a ridiculous choice attire. The boy barely had a neck and this tie just made him look larger. Nevermind the fact that the poor thing hated it.
“Now, Hermon. I know you’re scared and I wish I could tell you not to be.” The Nephil reached up to wipe tears from his eyes but his caretaker stopped him. “No, don’t use you sleeve.” He chastised while pulling a handkerchief from his own pocket and dabbing the tears away. “Until I leave, you and I are both representatives of Glasya Labolas and that carries responsibilities. So please, dear, be on your best behavior.”
He put the handkerchief away and gave the boy a large pacifier. Sure, it’ll fuck up his teeth but it’ll keep him calm while the adults finish this business.
Michelle Kim
Hermon, CA
This year for Chanukah I explained to friends on Discord about Ptolemy IV Soter trying to kill the Jews with drunk war elephants, an attempt he had to make multiple times because he kept getting so drunk he forgot about the order, and absolutely no one responded. This saddened me. So even though the most-well-known-but-theologically-minor holiday is over, please take a moment to remember my man Hermon, keeper of the elephants, who obeyed his king’s command to get his beloved war elephants hammered multiple times for an elaborate, Bond-villain style death trap. He wasn’t Jewish, and was, technically, trying to kill the Jews, but he was also a guy trying to keep his job while being given insane instructions by an idiot with the power of life and death over him, and given the nature of late-stage capitalism I consider hi, to be one of the most relatable people in all of religious literature. Chag Chanukah sameach, Hermon. We’ve all been there, my dude.
Cranes in the Field by ITGphotography https://ift.tt/2GGMY4F