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Ugh fuck PostNL (Dutch post)
I ordered some pet supplies online and it was supposed to be delivered yesterday between 5 and 7pm.
Only I got an email pretty early in the day saying the delivery date had been changed to tomorrow (aka today). So I just went about my day, walking my dog around the same time as usual, I did see a PostNL van outside my building on the way back but didn't think anything of it because my stuff wouldn't be delivered yet anyway, right?
Wrong.
Because APPARENTLY when they say we're not coming today, they mean we *are* coming today at the original time and you better be home, bitch.
So now this huge ass 20+ kilo package is on the way to a nearby post office and I have to figure out a way to get it here with just my bike.
So yeah fuck PostNL with a rusty fork.
#I'm gonna have to ask my aunt#Or my social worker#To drive there and back here#Because there is no way I can get it here on my bike
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just a friendly reminder that, just because slavery was formally "abolished" in the so-called united states* in 1865, enslavement itself is still ongoing in the form of incarceration, which disproportionately affects Black and Indigenous people
(*i say "so-called" because the US is a settler-colonial construction founded on greed, extraction, and white supremacy) recommended readings/resources:
The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander
"How the 13th Amendment Kept Slavery Alive: Perspectives From the Prison Where Slavery Never Ended" by Daniele Selby
"So You're Thinking About Becoming an Abolitionist" by Mariame Kaba
"The Case for Prison Abolition: Ruth Wilson Gilmore on COVID-19, Racial Capitalism & Decarceration" from Democracy Now! [VIDEO]
#i know most of u probably followed me for fandom stuff but abolition and decolonization and sex workers' rights are so close to my heart#normally i'd post this on my academia blog but i have more followers here so. here ya go#enslavement is still ongoing in SO many other ways and it disproportionately targets BIPOC and disabled and impoverished people#might make another post about that#prison abolition#abolition#racial justice#juneteenth#social justice#human rights#resources#police abolition#decolonization#michelle alexander#mariame kaba#ruth wilson gilmore#13th amendment#antiracism
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Still thinking about the Social Worker Jazz concept that @gilbirda posted about and it's slowly turning into a full Anger Management fic send help
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Jason at length - much longer than it really should have taken really - set the resume down.
The new Social Worker’s resume. Because she was there, in his office, trying to convince him to hire her as a member of his criminal organization.
Crime Alley’s new social worker. A bright eyed Midwestern transplant from some tiny speck of a place that only qualified as a city because there was nothing bigger in a hundred miles in any direction to claim otherwise. The new social worker who had a Psy D. and three masters degrees and who had graduated Valedictorian. The one that had high paying private gigs lined up all over the country with the offering companies fighting over her.
The one who had, apparently, decided to take a shit job in Gotham’s shoddy social services department instead. The one that got kicked to Crime Alley - which was its own division despite technically being a small neighborhood in the grand scheme of things - within her first month. Supposedly for the sole purpose of scaring her off or getting her killed for all the questions she was asking and secret dealings she was sticking her nose into.
That social worker.
“I’m gonna need you to run this by me again.” Jason said, never so grateful for the voice modulator in his helmet as he was in that moment. It stripped out the bewilderment that had bled through into his words and made him sound stoic instead.
“I’d like to work for you.” The social worker - one Dr. Jasmine Nightingale - repeated primly. Back straight, clothes neat - if skewing more on the librarian side of professional - expression confident and hopeful. Completely and utterly oblivious of how fucking insane she sounded. “I was told that you’re the person in charge of Crime Alley.”
He resisted the urge to scrub at his face. It’d just look weird with his helmet on and not do anything to actually settle him in that moment anyway. “I understood that part.”
“Look, Doc,” She earned a doctorate and she was crazy enough to waltz into the office of one of Gotham’s most powerful Crime Lords, he’d be respectful about using her proper title at least, even if he suspected she was ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. “You’re going to have to tell me why. I was under the impression the only reason you ended up dumped on our end of the city ws because you wouldn’t play ball. But now you want to sign up for my crew?”
Nightingale frowned a little at that.
“Is that what people are saying?”
“What else are they gonna say?” Jason answered, leaning back in his seat, “Head of the department only dumps Crime Alley on folks he don’t like. And everyone knows he doesn’t like anyone that can’t or won’t play his game by his rules.”
“Alright, well. I’ll give you that.” Nightingale conceded, “Payne doesn’t like me. The feeling’s mutual. But for the record,” She added giving him a wry smile, as if sharing wry smiles with Red Hood was just something people did, “I asked to be assigned to the Park Row and Bowery neighborhoods.”
“You wanted to work here.”
“Yes.”
“Bullshit.”
Nightingale laughed. It was a bright sound. Not especially clear or pretty, but warm and welcoming in a way that carefully calculated giggles or overdone guffaws couldn’t be. Something with real and honest amusement in it, that encouraged those nearby to laugh along. Not the kind of involuntary, nervous chuckling people tended to slip into when they thought they had pissed someone that scared them off.
She just wasn’t intimidated by him at all, was she?
Behind his helmet, Jason found himself smiling. Just a bit.
“I’m serious.” She assured, blue-green eyes meeting the dark stare of his helmet without a moment of hesitation. He watched as she brushed a lock of her bright red hair behind her ear and out of the way. She’d woven it all into a practical, neat braid but a few sly pieces had snuck out to bounce around her. Gilding her quiet professionalism with a playful charm that worked well with her academia but make it cottagecore kindergarten teacher aesthetic.
“I’ll admit, Gotham wasn’t part of my plan when I first graduated. Time and choices take you funny places sometimes.” She plucked an invisible bit of lint off her soft blue cardigan, not nervous but absent as her gaze went distant for a moment. Thinking back on the events that had led her to his fine city. In a blink, those sharp eyes were back to focusing entirely on him. “But Gotham is where I am now, and I want to help.”
She looked at him, a serious, determined expression settling easily on her face. “The city as a whole has so much chaos and crime breaking out all the time.” No censure or horror in her voice, just a neutral fact to be observed. “But where the rest of the city has millions of dollars poured into it by various foundations or charities run by the Waynes, Park Row is largely ignored.”
Jason watched as steeliness sharpened her gaze, the blue-green shifting from the shine of a bird’s wing to the warning hue of something poisonous and deadly. “No one deserves that. No one.” Her chin tilted up, proud but not imperious. “So yes, I want to work here. There are people in Park Row and the Bowery who need help and I refuse to let any of them feel like they are going to be ignored.”
Jason considered her.
Really looked at her. Pealing back his initial off handed impression of her as some clueless transplant in over her head with no idea of what she was doing or what she was poking her nose into to find the real woman beneath. Her confident poise, her clear unshakable belief, her unflinching willingness to look danger in the eye and not blink. The tense curve of her frown, the lines of pain at the corners of her eyes, the simmering anger beneath it all. There was an edge to her, too. Something sharp and dangerously well hidden by the cardigan and folksy charm of her accent.
It was personal for the woman before him, Jason realized. Maybe not Crime Alley specifically, but something about the whole situation. The treatment the neighborhood and its residents received from the city at large, from those even beyond it.
Crime Alley wasn’t a place that received much in the way of charitable thought. The average joe with their house in Somerset and job at some corporate shithole hating every second of their life but thinking at least I don’t live in Crime Alley. Those asshole hoity-toites in city hall throwing money around equally between shit that’d get them re-elected and their off-shore slush funds in the Caymens doing their damn level best to pretend the black mark on the other end of the city just didn’t exist. Bruce, flooding the entire city with charitable programs and carefully constructed infrastructures shying away from the manifested grief and trauma that was the place he watched his parents get murdered.
For the most part no one from outside of the Alley gave a shit about the Alley other than as a place to avoid at all costs. And most of the time those natives that manages to claw their way out into better and brighter lives didn’t ever turn to glance back. Orpheus could have learned a thing or to from an ex-Alley Kid who managed to eek out a steady 9-to-5 and move to Burnley.
And something about that seemed to piss Dr. Jasmine Nightingale Psy. D right the fuck off.
He could see why Bill said he liked her enough to let her in.
“Alright.” He said, tilting his head, watching the woman seated across from him carefully, “Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. Why you’re trying to get on my payroll.”
“I’m not trying to get on your payroll.” She said, some of the glinting edge softening, but the steel remaining. Strong and unyielding. “I’m trying to get into your community outreach program.”
Jason thanked god and all the saints once again for the gift of his helmet. That baby had saved his ass more times than he could count both by keeping his head in one piece and keeping his stupefied expressions wrapped up and hidden from view. Dr. Nightingale was one hell of a woman to make him have to rely on that fact twice in one conversation.
“Wasn’t aware that was something I had.”
Nightingale, not fortunate enough to have a full face covering helmet of her own, had nothing to hide her stupefied expression behind. Jason had a feeling she might have removed it to make sure he saw even if she did though. She looked like she had caught him eating glue like it was a cheese stick.
“Yes you do.” She said, sounding deeply confused but unshakable confident in what she was saying. “I’ve seen it. The soup kitchens, the shelters, the collection boxes for donating old clothes, the after school day care.” Nightingale ticked off on her fingers, “I’ve lived here for less than two weeks and I’ve lost count of all the things I’ve seen setup to help people struggling in the area that I’ve been very reliably informed you and your organization are behind.”
Oh.
Those.
“Those aren’t part of some community outreach program.” He said, “We are simply locals offering services for our neighbors.”
He watched as her caught-him-eating-glue expression shifted into one that said she’d stumbled upon him licking electrical sockets for a mid-day pick-me-up instead. He had to give it to her, the woman was not afraid to let one of the most dangerous men in the city know she thought he was a fucking idiot.
“Let me see if I understand this right.” She said, and he appreciated that there wasn’t any kind of condescension in her voice, even though she very clearly thought he’d been dropped on his head as a baby. Possibly from the top of a three story building. “You have a large group of people working together to plan, organize and execute multiple services in your area - your community, if you will - that provide aid and support to those that otherwise would not receive it. Reaching out with your available time and resources to offer these services, that you provide. For free.”
Alright, Jason got it. He had stumbled ass backwards into creating a community outreach program. But he wasn’t just going to let her think she won this one. He was Red Hood, he had a reputation to uphold here.
“What makes you think any of that is free?” He tilted his head at just the right angle, the one that cast shadows across the planes of his helmet and made him look hell-touched and terrifying. “Just because we don’t charge money, doesn’t mean there isn’t a price to pay.”
Dr. Nightingale, dressed like a damn kindergarten teacher, laughed at him.
#dpxdc#jazz fen#jason todd#social worker jazz#social worker jazz fenton#anger management ship#anger management#pre anger management#jason todd x jazz fenton#i don't know why i keep writing scenes where Jazz writes resumes to apply to work for crime bosses but it just feels right in my soul okay#the real reason Jason wears a full face helmet is so people can't tell when he utterly fails to hide his emotions about something#the idea of social worker jazz working in crime alley has completely consumed me mind body and soul
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Actually there is something so choice about how the narrative around Jason’s death pre-ressurection spends so much time reassuring Bruce (and the audience) that Bruce has no culpability and that Jason was hopeless and even at times tries to convince us that actually Jason wasn’t even really his son so Bruce didn’t fail as a father, he did the best he could really. Bruce doesn’t owe him anything. This could be seen as an attempt to distort history in order cope with Jason’s death, but this narrative is never actually challenged, we’re meant to take it as truth. And then Jason comes back and drags Bruce by the ear and goes actually no bitch you do owe me something you owe me a death. Bruce doesn’t get to wash his hands of him. Jason forces the issue, he refuses to let Bruce walk away clean. Good, he shouldn’t <3
#The narrative wants to have its cake and eat it too. We can milk Jason for man pain but we can’t have Batman implicated in a child’s death#and then Jason breaks the peace by climbing out of the fridge and grabbing Bruce by the throat to make demands. If#‘A ressurection is a wound reopening’ Jason has his fingers in there clawing that shit open and he’s getting them both covered in blood 😁#Jason Todd#Dc#Bruce Wayne#Batman#This has been in the drafts for 2 weeks but it fits with my recent flurry of Bruce and Jason posts. You can tell the Gotham Knights social#worker arc pissed me off 🙈#Jason hardly gets to defend himself but at least he has a voice again. At least he gets to make demands
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I don't dream of a future where little girls grow up wanting to be ceos, or lockheed martin scientists, or soldiers, or whatever a human recourses developer is. I dream of a world where girls grow up wanting to be occultist practitioners, and sex workers, and unhinged artists, and boys.
#196#my thougts#leftist#leftism#feminist#feminism#queer#transmasc#trans#transgender#anarchism#anarchy#anarchist#anarchocommunism#revolutionary#communist#communism#sex worker#sex work is work#sex work is real work#workers rights#paganism#pagan#witchcraft#witches#occult#occulltism#libertarian socialism#social issues#anticapitalism
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So, I heard it was Holloweane Week?
It’s a bit late in the week but I wanted to draw something for it, and I liked this prompt.
The way I see it- their roles may have been swapped, but their dynamic? Exactly the same.
#t4t Holloweane my beloved#everyday I thank tumblr user ohnoitsjetster for introducing me to that HC#I gave Duke 70s hair and I love it so much it came out so good imo#and Miss Holloway is always just <3#I tried to modernize her a little bit#we’ll see what yall think#these two are fun but by god they are hard to draw#especially Kim#I swear I’ll get better at drawing her#what beautiful people though#social worker miss Holloway and witch Duke tho#omg so good#i imagine Holloway would go by Holly#Holly and Mister Keane#I’ve had a lot of thoughts while drawing this#hatchetfield#Starkid#nightmare time#nightmare time 2#miss holloway#duke keane#kim whalen#Curt mega#holloweane#holloweane week#holloweane week 2024#Holloweane week day 6#my art#:)
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Y'all the amount of posts from "liberal" men on Reddit crying about how women are being too mean to men after the election is making me want to commit a war crime.
"Men are being radicalized by online misandry" I know man vs. bear tweets hurt your feelings but you will never be at risk of bleeding out from a miscarriage because doctors were too afraid of anti-abortion laws to save your life. You are not the victims here.
#I agree that Democrats need to appeal to men who feel disenfranchised#but that's by adopting pro-worker and pro-working/middle class policies#the pain men feel is due to the fact that we live in a dystopian late-stage capitalist hellhole#they're drawn to right wing movements because it tells them their pain is caused by minorities#scapegoating a minority group for social ills caused by capitalism is LITERALLY textbook fascism#I lost my train of thought but anyway fuck these people#misogyny#fuck reddit#politics#rant#2024 election
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Oldest Daughter Dick™ is probably one of my favourite things ever. And it always will be and here's why:
Of course Dick loves his siblings and of course he loves that they know Bruce as the father he is. But it won't stop the jealousy he feels. And no one gets it, not even Jason. They were all raised by Bruce Wayne, he was raised by Batman.
When Dick came to live with him, Bruce had no idea how to he a father. How to handle normal kid stuff like sicknesses and school events let alone the fact he was an acrobat. He was Batman and Dick was raised to be not just his successor but the only contingency plan he had against himself.
Bruce never held his punches ("That was a good block but I still got you, didn't I?" Bruce had said, rubbing cream into the blossoming bruise on Dick's side. "I'll get you next time," Dick had promised, young eyes challenging. "You better." Bruce had grinned back.) All attacks were to remind him that he was at a disadvantage strength wise and thus needed to re-evaluate his lines of defense and offense.
Dick was raised by the paranoid-in-his-late-twenties-probably-shouldn't-be-a-dad-despite-what-Marisol-said Bat. A fun game of catch? He was dodging Batarangs. Learning to drive? It was the Batmobile and he was age 14 (and a half). School events? He was fumbling, awkward and did not want to be there (but still was because he'll be damned if his boy didn't have his support.)
And you know that's fine, Dick was fine. It wasn't Bruce's fault he didn't know how to be a proper dad, despite Alfred's parenting books and videos. And he did try, he was always there. But it just really hits a sore spot everytime he sees Bruce hold a punch before he knocks Tim out cold or when he's behind the wheel with Steph telling her what not to do. Or even when he's at school with Damian and Duke making Marjory and her cupcakes look ridiculous compared to him and his coconut crumble cakes.
It also irritates Dick beyond senseless whenever the topic of sparring with Bruce is mentioned. ("We can all beat the old man Goldie, he's ancient." Jason shrugs off and Dick wanted to scream.) The only one who even tries to sympathize with him was Cass. More than likely because she'd seen him fight as Batman The Dark Knight before seeing him fight as Bruce The Father of Six-Almost-Eight.
And it just really stings because he can't relate to being raised by Bruce the way the others can't. Bruce changed for them, not him. And maybe that kind of hurts. But maybe he's overreacting.
What he doesn't realize is he's the reason why Bruce changed. Bruce saw the hurt and anger in Dick's eyes when he fired him from Robin (Think Shifu denying Tai Lung the Dragon Warrior scroll). He knew the second he saw the betrayal in Dick's eyes after seeing Jason as Robin, that he'd have to change. (The same way Shifu should've changed for Tigress but I digress, not that fandom).
Bruce pulls his punches because he hated seeing Dick limp away from their sparring matches—despite the fire and promise of a rematch in his eyes. He teaches them how to drive regular cars before the Batmobile because the one time Dick crashed (while trying to avoid some of Poison Ivy's vines) his heart rate skyrocketed so high Clark had called him up demanding to know if he was okay. He shows up for Duke and Damian and Cass and Tim because Dick's smile whenever he saw Bruce in the parent's lounge never failed to make him melt.
Bruce stands firm on the fact that while he may have made a hero out of Dick, Dick Grayson made a father out of Bruce Wayne.
#dc comics#batfam#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batman#dc robin#Marisol was Dick's social worker#Yeah Bruce had to spend a half an hour reassuring Clark that he was fine and Robin just scared him a little#(half to death#he saw the light)#I stand firm on the headcannon that Bruce's contingency plan for himseld has and always will be Dick#The rest of the batfam don't know why since Dick's the only one who takes fhe no kill rule harder than the old man himself#but whatever#Bruce and Dick angst is my favourite flavour#I hate it cuz I love it
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Luther and Sloane should of had a family in s4 both because i think Luther and Sloane deserve happiness but also because it would have been a fun parallel to Diego and Lila.
Where Diego and Lila are struggling, Luther and Sloane are thriving. Diego's in a job he hates while Luther is, I don't know, a security guard at a zoo and loving it. Lila chases what her life used to be while Sloane is thrilled to give it all up to instead chase her dreams.
Diego gets to look at Luther and wonder what happened that he is doing the family guy thing with no issue but he's struggling. How does he seem to have it all.
This then would lead to them actually talking things out, Luther providing advice and sharing struggles that Diego didn't get to see. Sibling bonding on a neutral ground - how can i be a better father? how can I still be myself while in this role?
#tua#the umbrella academy#luther hargreeves#diego hargreeves#team zero my loves#i like to think sloane is a marketing exec who travels constantly and luther was previously the stay at home dad#but the kids are now in daycare to learn proper social interaction bc sloane and luther remember what it was like and do Not want to wait#for school to get a headstart on that. so now luther works at a zoo and gets free entry for those with him. and has charmed all the food#workers so he gets discounted/free food
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I love how one of the usual arguments to dismiss Snape as a victim of abuse is the typical “Well, I was bullied too, and I didn’t turn out to be a bad person.” First of all, that’s a textbook ad hominem fallacy, second, it’s often said to downplay the abuse from the Marauders, which I find to be a massive cognitive dissonance, and third, it’s a really dirty form of victim blaming.
But what amuses me the most is using individual personalism to judge trauma management behaviors that are widespread. And the worst part is that it’s easily debatable. For example, I could say I’ve met spoiled kids from wealthy families who always got what they wanted, never being told “no” to anything, and yet they didn’t go around bullying people with their friends just because they didn’t like them. I’ve also met rich kids from deeply religious, Catholic families, like those involved with Opus Dei, which is basically a sect of Christian extremists, who had many issues with their families but didn’t project their problems onto people with fewer resources or opportunities, and certainly never tried to kill them.
Idk guys, my mom taught at a private school, and the children of teachers could study there without our parents having to spend all their savings. I met a lot of rich kids, and they didn’t go around tormenting the scholarship students, for example. So, I don’t know, if we start being subjective by talking about personal cases, anyone can counter with fallacies.
#like one of my school best friends didn’t talk with her family since she was 18#and she was a really kind person#she’s now a social worker#so i’m sorry but sirius background didn’t excuse his actions#severus snape#pro severus snape#pro snape#james potter#harry potter#marauders#severus snape defense#sirius black#snapedom
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btw i hope you guys know that jeonghan’s serving as a social worker! i think this is most likely bc of his injuries but that means he serves 3 months longer compared to your average enlisted soldier in the army
BUT!! THE BRIGHT SIDE OF THIS!!! is that being a social worker is basically working a 9-5. jeonghan gets to go home to seungkwan every night, sleep in his own bed, and go to work. after basics training, he’s going to and from home every day! this means his free time is totally his and i’m going to assume he’ll be seeing the members as often as much as he (and the members) can afford, although he won’t be able to participate in promotions and activities, he’ll still be around!
i hope this brings some sort of comfort and encouragement for someone out there 🙏
edit: this also means less physical exertion for jeonghan too! so hopefully he can get through basics training without any injuries and finish his service without any serious injuries or incidents
a lil bit more info here!
#source? js trust me bro#nah i’m playing my dad was a social worker too#bc he was too tiny LMFAAAOOA#he was severely underweight for his height (tiny bones) so after basics he was a social worker#me and my dad were giggling abt his military stories and then i remembered jeonghan#and i started bawling#and he looked at me and asked how i’m a functioning member of society#ouch dad you made me like this idk what to tell you bro#anyway!! i digress#i hope this brings some sort of comfort for someone#jeonghan#svt#seventeen#yoon jeonghan#hannyoontify.misc
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I've been brainstorming future majors or jobs I've considered and there's a concerning ammount of "I might end up killing someone" on the cons lists
#criminal psychology#social worker#child psychologist or normal psychologist#idk if i could hear about terrible people and not lose my mind#one word from a kid and im hunting someone down#then adopting the kid#also im too empathetic
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just a heads up that enmeshment with your therapist is a sign that you need a different therapist. you go to these people to offload and heal, but if you're emotionally enmeshed and that's keeping you from bringing topics forward, that is no longer a healthy relationship nor a therapist that should be treating you.
just so you're aware. your therapist should not be an uncle figure you're afraid to talk about embarrassing stuff with, he's an impartial audience to help you heal. that emotional connection is now HINDERING you from healing.
honestly! me making one personal post! does not tell you the full story! while i defintly have an emotional connection with him- i have had other therapists in my life in and out the entire time. i seek help from other sources frequently! i said it was like talking to an uncle simply because of the fact he’s known me since i was a child, which makes talking about adult topics at times a little embarrasing because he knew me when i was 11!! he is not like an uncle to me in an other respect, i have a seperation. and i have openly discussed this with him and why im uncomfortable at times!! but we talk it out!! because its my therapist and me making one post doesnt mean you know everything!! geez!! also ive been embarrassed to talk about sex with every other therapist ive had!! not your call to make!!
#in the time ive been seeing him ive had easily a dozen other social workers clinicians case workers and speciality therapists. ive been to#groups and classes and everything.#having a stable person in my life who i can trust to help me is important to me because ive been to so many doctors and a lot of them i dont#trust at all. there are some times i struggle with him but i feel safe to talk to him#it just takes me a minute sometimes because i remember playing board games in our sessions and its weird to be an adult now#he’s probably retiring soon so i plan to stay until he does. and then i will move on#impartiality sure. but i need to trust someone to some level. the social worker i saw the longest it took me several years with to discuss#my abuser with because its!! hard to talk about that stuff with someone you dont know
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I feel like for the first few years of guardianship Darius and Hunter really struggle to figure out how to refer to each other.
Like it's easier for Hunter, he pretty quickly settles on "guardian" for explaining their relationship to other people and just referring to Darius by name when talking to the man himself. Overtime the phrasing gradually warms, becoming "foster parent" and eventually, once Hunter's already an adult old enough to move out, "Dad".
(Sidenote: he doesn't move out til he's in his mid to late twenties, bc he's under no obligation too, Darius low-key doesn't want him too, and the two of them want to make up for lost time in a sense, since Hunter only had 2 years of legal dependency on Darius before aging out of the system. Darius adopts Hunter retroactively as an adult)
Darius on the other hand has a real conundrum on his hands for those first few years. He has a lot of options! But "ward" is too formal and makes it sound like Darius picked him up off the street like after his parents were murdered, "apprentice/student" isn't really accurate considering the focus of Darius and Hunter's relationship has less to do with Hunter learning magic and more to do with Hunter being housed and fed. "Kid" and "foster son" are there...but...
Look, Darius isn't going to refer to Hunter more familiarly than Hunter refers to him! He's not gonna make it WEIRD. He's not a dad, because Hunter doesn't want/need him to be (and also parenthood is scary <3). Darius doesn't know the first thing about being a dad, despite how his friend group teases him.
Eda and Eberwolf are the two who are worst about it. They torture him with how 'fatherly' he's allegedly being (allegations Darius will DENY til his GRAVE!!!) And Eda specifically compares his journey to hers, saying it always starts off with you referring to them as your apprentice (again, Darius doesn't plan on doing that), as your roommate (...kinda weird in Darius' opinion? But okay Eda), or even your pet (????HELLO???). But eventually, they always become your dumb kid when you least expect it.
She's had a couple cups of appleblood by this point, but Darius knows on some level she's right and he's steadfastly ignoring that fact, even as Eber continues to refer to Hunter as his "cub" (kinda cute but Darius doesn't know how Hunter would feel being compared to an animal). The only people who are even remotely reasonable about all this (besides Lilith who's a bit disinterested in kid talk) is Raine and Alador, who both sort of neutrally, a bit awkwardly refer to Hunter as Darius' Boy.
Darius referring to Hunter as "my boy" is funnily enough what sticks the longest before it evolves to son boy. Hunter's crushing it at a derby match? Darius is whooping and cheering, yelling "THAT'S MY BOY!!!" At the other parents in the stands. Hunter is doing something dangerous or inadvisable where others can see him? "Darius, your boy-" "AHH! MY BOY". Hunter, a year into his stay with Darius finally comes clean about everything to do with him being a grimwalker, and is afraid that he's going to go back to seeing him as just an inferior replacement for Darius' beloved mentor? Darius (who has just had to process some of the most bonkers, emotionally heavy information in his life) gently, hesitantly puts a hand on his shoulder (the 'good' one Hunter doesn't mind people touching), and says that Hunter's much more than that. He's Darius' Boy and he's not going to kick him out or get angry or love him any less for things out of his control. It's good. They're good.
Like I said, it evolves over time and 'boy' becomes somewhat obsolete as the two get caught up in the joy of finally feeling able to explicitly refer to each other as family. But unlike "guardian" or "ward" the word never gets fully retired. Even when Hunter is 30 and is arguing that he's more of a man than a boy now, he is still getting referred to by Darius as "his boy", the way some parents never really stop calling their adult kids baby or kiddo (Camila and Eda respectively btw).
Hunter makes one of those corny matching shirt sets at some point for a father's Day gift when he's 17/18, where the two shirts say "if lost, return Boy to me" (Darius) and "I'm Boy" (Hunter). Hunter mostly did it so he could own a funny shirt that says "I'm boy". Darius openly weeps upon seeing them. Like Oh my Titan he's boy. He's my boy. Oh wow
#ramblings of a lunatic#the owl house#toh#hunter toh#darius deamonne#dadrius#made this instead of finishing my dadrius week day 1 comic. it's okay i have time#i think this post dips it's toes into being one of those 'part writing drabble/part textpost analysis' posts#which I'm okay w/ tbh i love those#i just hope it reads well#the important thing about dadrius + eberwolf to me is that it's just as unlikely a trio as King Eda and Luz are#just as weird and has just as gradual and retrospectively funny a journey as them#i also specified foster parent instead of adoptive parent just bc i read it in a fic once where Hunter was placed in isles foster care-#-post canon and he had a social worker who was a gargoyle named Chantelle. it was delightful#this is my homage to that. the fic was 'the titan laughs in flowers' i think (thank you user yardsards for the rec)#alador still gets the instinct to refer to Hunter as the golden guard and amity gets on his case about it#so referring to Hunter as darius' boy grew out of that and spread to raine who finds it kind of adorable#darius refers to hunter as his foster son for the first time when his (darius' i mean) family comes to visit#not as like a statement of anything they don't deny Hunter as a deamonne. they love him like they love a scraggly cat#but just like. it felt right for Darius in the moment and Hunter got emotional about it#anyway happy early dadrius week I'm rotating them in my mind I'm biting down on them like a chew toy etc etc
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happy 10 years to "I've never known myself as well as I know myself when I'm with him" and "there are means of influence other than violence but violence is what you understand" and "with all my knowledge and intuition I could never entirely predict you" and "I deliberated as the phone rang, I decided when I heard his voice" and "killing must feel good to God, too. he does it all the time and are we not created in his image" and "in the walls of our hearts and brains, danger waits. there are holes in the floor of the mind" and "I let you know me. see me." and "if I saw you everyday forever, will, I would remember this time" and
"I don't find you that interesting" "you will"
#hannibal#jennyslatescream.jpg#also#trout is a very nietzschien fish#USE THE LADIES!!!#is your social worker in that horse#etc etc#hannibal is a comedy#also do you ever think about hannibal saying 'i let you know me see me'#in mizumono#and will saying 'how do you see me?'#when they're getting to know each other in apertif#anyway#*clunking and clanging plays in my head as wine splashes around the inside of my skull*#lauren feels things
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...can i help you
#had my sims adopt a child and this is how the social worker arrives.. okay grape !#slushiis shitposts
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