Hey dad! How does it feel knowing you hord all the genders? Would you mind sharing with me 🥺
There is no limit to the gender pool. Dip in my friend!
8 notes
·
View notes
Casey had been listening to Uncle Tello, at first, taking great care to absorb all his lessons for a future without him in it. But as he did so, listening to this man who he had known and relied on his entire life, who had carried him around on his shoulders like he was weightless as a child, who he had once watched run a literal mile-long race with his brother just to end an argument (Casey had timed it himself,) this person who had always, without question, been strong and capable and confident and indestructible in Casey's eyes, even despite the world they lived in, in spite of everything... he came to a horrifying realization.
Looking at him now, Casey was quite certain that if he were to wrap his fingers around his thigh, his fingers would touch.
Based on the latest arc in @somerandomdudelmao Apocalypse Series. I am being very brave and choosing to trust them.
4K notes
·
View notes
Hazel posts a tiktok that starts with a view of Steve folding laundry.
Hazel: Pop
Steve, looking warily at the camera: What?
Hazel: If you and Dad got divorced–
Steve: Oh, come on, Haze.
Hazel: No-no-no-no, just hear me out.
Hazel: If you and Dad got divorced, how long would it take for me and Moe and Robbie to Parent Trap you back together.
Steve: *very long pause as he clearly considers the question*
Steve: Why did we get divorced?
Hazel: A dumb reason, like in the movie.
Steve: So how long has it been since we last saw each other?
Hazel: Well...no. It's not a shot-for-shot remake of the movie. You'd probably be, like, co-parenting or whatever.
Steve: How long have we been divorced?
Hazel: A long time. Since I was a baby.
Steve: *another pause*
Steve: Yeah, that...makes sense.
Hazel: Okay, don't be rude.
Steve: Who’s dating someone else?
Hazel: What?
Steve: The dad in the movie is dating someone else. So which one of us is the one dating somebody?
Hazel: Oh. I don’t know.
Steve: I bet it’d be your dad. You know what – you wouldn’t need to Parent Trap us because I’d already be trying to get back together with him on my own out of spite.
Hazel: Oh-kay we might need a part 2.
482 notes
·
View notes
It is my sincerest and unironic belief that we must invest in preserving "old technology." The more we move to a hegemonic, easily-surveilled way of living, the worse we will find this world to be.
Letters, public phones and transport, cash, and so much more are key to ensuring both freedom of movement and information, but also to combat the surveillance state. We need to preserve the ability to both access the world but also to be untraceable. I truly hope more people start to recognize this. It isn't about nostalgia for the past. It is about ensuring that we are actually afforded freedom, from the richest person to the person who lives on the sidewalk.
1K notes
·
View notes
Yk what I need??? NEED the batKids to just admire Bruce’s beauty ( USHSJSNSNS ur last post about Jason calling Bruce pretty just added fuel to the fire )
Love ur blog :)!!!
Thank you! And that’s so adorable! I just adore the image of Bruce, wide awake at 3 in the morning, applying concealer all over the swollen bruises acquired tonight.
The brush is thick and fluffy, designed to spread a generous amount while maintaining a smooth application, its bristles silver and pale. Dick thinks it belonged to Bruce’s mom, because he looks terribly sad using it.
“You should be asleep, “ Bruce sighs, not entirely delighted his ward is losing precious resting time. He’s read, clearly, that children need a minimal 8 hours of sleep.
“So should you! What are you doing up?”
“Getting ready for a meeting at 7.”
“You’re like, really pretty.”
Bruce pauses, skin blossoming with sudden, flustered heat, “Oh, thank you, Dickie, that’s very kind—“
Dick’s smile beams like moonlight, “So you agree. You think you’re really pretty.”
“…I haven’t watched a single movie in 12 years, so, I think that joke is wasted.”
“Dammit. Thanks a lot, trauma.”
Oh, but Jason? The tiny boy could watch Bruce for hours. His face is so interesting. B’s eyelashes are so long, and his eyes are such a pretty hazel, just like Catherine’s, and his smile is awesome.
He feels really special, because Bruce smiles for no camera, but when Jason asks him to take his picture, he does it without complaint.
“B, boys can be pretty too, right?”
Bruce pauses a bit, not entirely confident. Should he treat this as something casual? Should he break out the educational, but welcoming dialogue? Is it something else? Why aren’t there parenting classes?
“Hn. Yeah.”
“I think you’re the prettiest man in Gotham!”
“I’m afraid that’s not true, Jason.”
“What?! How come?!”
“Because the prettiest boy in Gotham is standing right in front of me.”
Tiny Jason squeaking and squealing joyfully while Bruce takes him in his arms, peppering his soft cheeks with kisses, while a teenage Dick rolls his eyes in the background, trying not to smile.
826 notes
·
View notes
genuinely fuck all my family members that made fun and keep making fun of my pain and don’t take me seriously. then something bad happens or i get finally diagnosed and they’re like “omg why didn’t you tell me sooner???” YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME I WAS EXAGGERATING.
386 notes
·
View notes
ghost : why don't emo kids like high fives?
soap : why?
ghost : 'cause they're always left hanging.
soap : nice.
soap : I made a website for orphans. it doesn't have a home page.
ghost : haha.
ghost : why'd my dad go to jail?
soap : why?
ghost : beats me.
soap : simon --
548 notes
·
View notes
Back when the first mario movie trailer dropped I spent a few days consumed by what I’ve called “bowser thoughts”. that’s the kind of power a single dad raising a child can have on your mind
anyway human bowser
827 notes
·
View notes