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Aries, Taurus, Libra and Scorpio:
Nelson, Blade and the jocks are very untrustworthy little snotty bullies because they are bad influence because their abusive parents abuse them. And, they all been house arrested and scared straight at Arkham Asylum by Barbara.
Congratulations anon. I just decided that I have the time today. In order:-Nelson is a major twip, but he's a twip so consistently that it actually circles around and makes him trustworthy. Myth busted.-Blade isn't a snotty bully, she just has high standards and a withering gaze. But don't worry, you're not the first to confuse these things.-Nobody's a bad influence on me because I haven't followed anybody or anybody's advice since the dawn of time. Ask literally anyone.-...as opposed to their abusive parents loving and cherishing them?-Are they house arrested or at Arkham? Unless they moved, they can't be both.-Let's be real, we could all use a little scaring straight from the Commish.
Max (batgirl) and Terry (Batman)
redesigned Max into batgirl here ^^ for those who are wondering about her bat getup —> CLICK MEH
please don’t tell me I’m the only one who wanted them together?
^^^my pet project on my personal blog! you know...if you're interested
incorrect Batman Beyond quotes
Blade: I'm not strong, but I know a lot of ways to destroy a man emotionally
incorrect Batman Beyond quotes
Dana: Keep an eye on Nelson today. He's going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person and get himself punched.
Terry: Sure, I’d love to see Nelson get punched.
Dana: Try again.
Terry: I will stop Nelson from getting punched.
Dana: Correct.
She’s just about her own brand of perfection.
photographer - George Henton
Oh. ❤
Terry: [loses Dana and Max in a crowd] Awe crap.
Terry: [uses hands as a megaphone] Terry McGinnis sucks!
Max: [Screams] EXCUSE ME?!
Dana: [Storms through the crowd] FUCKING FIGHT ME!
Terry: Found them.
Drabble Request: Sparkling Sand
Max isn’t quite sure how she got here. If the miles and miles of sand are any indication, she’s in a desert. It’s nice though. Quiet. Occasionally a breeze runs through and stirs up enough sand to make Max wince. She can’t get sand in her hair. Mom will have to redo it, and she’ll be irritated.
“Your mom doesn’t do your hair anymore. You’re sixteen,” says a voice to her left.
Max pulls the hood of her–what the hell is she wearing anyway? she feels like a Star Wars extra–floaty cloth thing over her head and glances up at Terry. “Is it your fault I’m in a desert?”
“Nah, it’s that weird kid’s fault.”
“That’s how I know this isn’t real,” Max says sadly. “The real you actually knows his name.” She runs her fingers through the sand, taking up a handful and watching quietly as it rained back down, finding its home in the sand she couldn’t hold and settling again. It was kind of peaceful.
“Do you want me to say it?” Terry’s voice is gentle, but Max bristles anyway.
“No. I know.” She gets up, brushing sand from her dumb desert parachute suit and looks off into the distance. “I have to get moving. I have to wake up.”
Drabble Request: Unlimited Raisin
It wasn’t uncommon for Max to spend lunch in the computer lab. Actually, it happened at least twice a week–she’d get started on a project and skip lunch in favor of finishing–so when her seat at the table was empty on an unremarkable Wednesday, nobody questioned it. Chelsea used Max’s lunch code to pick up her tray, and together with Dana and Terry went up to her favorite lab. They found her at a computer in the back corner with her legs crossed in the seat and a determined look on her face.
Chelsea put the tray beside Max and peeked over her shoulder. “Fine-tuning your world domination plans?”
“Nope,” was all she said.
“Doing next year’s homework?” Dana guessed.
“Nah.”
Terry took a fry from the tray. “Ruining someone’s life?”
“Don’t eat my fries.”
“Looks like we have a winner.” Terry pulled over two chairs, settling in one before sitting back so Dana could drop into his lap. Chelsea scooted the second chair right next to Max and continued studying the screen. “What’s she doing, Chels?”
“She appears to be altering a nutritional health care plan for Eddie Deeds,” Chelsea said. Eddie Deeds was Max’s lab partner and a proud groupie for the Ts. He specialized in obnoxious jokes, tripping freshmen, and generally working on Max’s nerves.
“You don’t alter a nutritional health care plan. That could kill someone.”
“And murder is outside your pay grade?”
“Incredibly so.” Max paused, then said: “I’m creating a nutritional health care plan.”
Drabble Request: Constant Toast (Earth 3)
It was a beautiful function. Someone very rich had pulled out all the stops and it showed. The chandeliers were dripping in iridescent crystals, and every surface was covered in fine silk tablecloths the same color as the champagne, which was the best on the market. (Max had two bottles in her bag.) The event was exquisite.
It was also duller than dirt.
Flour & Sugar
the-schwayest-batman-around
That much was right. Trying to approch Orion Powers when she didn’t need or want any help wasn’t something the young teen appreciated. She found it frustrating, oftentimes infuriating if people tried to take control of her life. She had snapped at him already for trying to voice his opinion about them and he still worried.
“Guess so. It’s just not easy when she isn’t like you and Dana and gets my crazy hours.” Even if she did, that would be all the more reason for Orion to actively avoid Terry and add a nice amount of loathing into the mix. Orion didn’t need to know about his night life. “I’ll try. Hopefully I’ll have a head next time we see each other.” Possibly moving out Gotham not withstanding.
Max began to stir her coffee hoping it would help settle her sudden restlessness. Not only did Orion have new friends, she had new friends that were bad news. Max thought it was polite to stop running background checks on the people her friends mentioned in passing, but maybe she should bring that practice back. It would certainly prevent conversations like these from blindsiding her.
“I’ll call her. I’ve been meaning to catch up with her anyway.” Saying that out loud made Max feel less like she was spying on the girl. “You probably guessed this, but uh, don’t tell her anything about me moving. She doesn’t need the extra stress.” Not to mention the supernova meltdown Max was sure Orion would have in response to the news. That, she figured, was something she’d handle herself.
Their World (Earth 3)
the-schwayest-batman-around
“Good. If we’re lucky, he may not immediately jump to thinking it’s a trap.” Hunters rarely were hunted themselves. It was usually prey and predators in the jungle and it applied for the concrete jungle as well. Predator would surely shift tactics and rush away from the trap if he suspected it too quickly. He sought Owlman’s destruction, but he wasn’t rash enough to destroy himself.
“I suppose our Rainsford shouldn’t be left alone for too long. We have an important game to play after all.” Terry slid on his cowl. There was no mouth, but only a pair of glinting eyes that could glow upon Terry’s command. The suit helped drive home a sense of panic in fear.
“I know how to manage my time and enjoyment.” Making his way to the window, he opened it and unfurled his wings. He fell from the ledge with grace, suddenly flying back up, silent as Death itself.
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“I will admit that even the best hunter has to keep in mind the intelligence of his prey at all times, but rest assured--Predator isn’t at all prepared for me.” Max loved keeping people in the dark when it came to her smarts; she took it as a point of pride that she rarely gave anyone the chance to properly gauge her intelligence.
Max watched as he disappeared into the night. For a few minutes she kept up her part of this job, tossing the stone into the pond--sending messages to his employees, changing things enough to start the kind of chatter that would eventually make its way up to Predator. It kept her attention for quite some time. Once the ripples beagn, however, Max’s interest started to wane. The outcome was important, of course, but from here, there was little she could do until Predator made his move.
With a sigh, she searched Terry’s system until she found the file he had on Predator. Might as well read up on her opponent while she had the time.
//So one of my favorite lipsticks is called "Snob" and I'm gonna go w Blade and Max <3
It’s a very nice day.
The sun is shining, birds are singing, very few people are screaming obscenities at each other from inside their cars, and inspired by the beauty of this day, Blade dragged Max out of her nice, dark apartment for patio seats at her favorite brunch place. Apparently, Blade wasn’t the only one who wanted to take advantage of the beautiful day. She was, however, the only one who could mind her own slagging business.