#and parental issues

[kenn-the-roach666]

I need to give vox a hug, a fluffy blanket, a forehead kiss, and homemade hot cocoa to make up for all the other things I did to him

[eldritcheyecryptid]

Of course I have severe ADHD and have been peer-reviewed as autistic, my top kins are Aziraphale, Cecil Gershwin Palmer, Data Soong, Juno Steel, and Peter Nureyev.

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

[happyherringbonkpickle]

[typhlonectes]

[communistkenobi]

whenever right wing people talk about “parental rights” they are talking about property rights. they are arguing for further political and legal enshrinement of their children as their literal actual property

[kibermonakh]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

genuinely is my brain erasing itself or is google/tumblr censoring that post about notre dame and old growth forests.

[two-bees-poetry]

can i come home?

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: What's your relationship with Jason Todd? Jazz: He is the father of my child Danny: Oh, I see. The father of you-!? THE FATHER OF YOUR CHILD!? WHAT CHILD!? SINCE WHEN ARE YOU A MOTHER!? Jazz in a bad British accent: *holds up a puppy* This is our son, Lord Fluffy of the Ally-tons. We found him at the border of our lands and accepted him into our homes as our heir. He shall be the bridge that connects our kingdoms. Danny: ....what? Jazz dropping the accent: This puppy lived in the alleyway between our apartments. We both started feeding and caring for him. Lord Fluffy got confused and started running between our apartments using the fire escapes. One little hop and he was at Jason's. Another, and he was at mine. We agreed to share custody over him since our schedules work that way, and we put a bridge with railings for Lord Fluffy to cross to whatever apartment he wants. Danny: Oh. And why didn't you just stop Lord Fluffy from getting on the fire escape? Jazz: He threw a chair through my window and jumped through Jason when he closed his. We figured this solution was safer. Danny: Are you....are you sure that's a regular dog? Jazz: Jason said all Gotham-borns are a little crazy. It's not Lord Fluffy's fault there is something in the water here.

[theconcealedweapon]

"I'm going to teach my sons to respect women."

A lot of women say this in response to all the sexism they see and experience. But it only works if you teach him to question all sources of power. If you're a single issue feminist and you want your son to question his privilege as a male but uphold your privilege as an adult, you'll fail miserably and it will be your own fault.

If you spend his entire childhood demanding that he obey all adults no matter how abusive and you call that "respect", then when he's a teenager and you teach him to "respect" women, he'll think women are just one more group of people who he has to submit to, and he'll easily fall for propaganda that feminism is a female supremacist movement. If you call him "disrespectful" when he says or does something sexist and you've also called him "disrespectful" for backtalk, eye rolling, muttering, or breathing loudly, he'll think you're just being an unreasonable authority figure once again. If you spank him and try to teach him that domestic violence is wrong, he'll see you as a blatantly obvious hypocrite.

Single issue activism is useless, and your child will see right through it. You can't just add "women" to the list of people your child must respect on command. If you want to prevent your child from becoming a bigot, you have to teach him to recognize bigotry in all forms, including when it's coming from you. You have to teach him to recognize that the way children are treated is bigotry. You also have to teach him to recognize ableism, racism, classism, and other ways that you may be privileged.

[aamerchive]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s my body is a slaughterhouse.

[image credit: pinterest]

[rosarysgarden]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: i have the everlasting tendency to ruin everything i love.]

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]

[sunfoxfic]

We were so close to smoking not being cool anymore. We were so close. Then they flavored it mango and now it's taboo to criticize it anymore. People don't ask if they're allowed to vape indoors, they aren't considerate of people who may have health problems that are triggered by the chemicals or if it just bothers them, people don't care that they're supporting an industry built on corruption and greed, they can't see it draining their pockets and much less their health. We were so close to smoking not being cool anymore.

[dclovesdanny]

Dead Serious

4/4

Danny had made peace with the fact he did not have a soulmate. He had! After several years of no response to the countless drawings and writing notes on his skin, he had grown resigned to the fact that he was part of the 5% who did not have soulmates. He was fine with that.

(Dash would tease him about how no one would ever love him, adding salt to an already irritated wound. His parents were soulmates, and he remembered when he was drawing on his father’s arms and watching as it appeared on his mother’s. Jazz had been drawing and writing to her soulmate for years. Her soulmates name was Jason, and she always talked about how he was with her. She was one of the few people who comforted him when he stopped drawing or writing to soulmate. )

Damien taught at an early age that there was no use for soulmates. They were only distractions. He knew grandfather had no soulmate, and his mother had never responded to her own. He never responded to the drawings on his arms notes the notes in English on his (and he didn’t try harder just because he wanted to read his soulmate writing that would be ridiculous.)

Damien never told his family about having a soulmate. Even as he slowly got used to the differences between them and slowly learned how his grandfather was he could never bring himself to respond to the slowly lessening drawings and messages.(He couldn’t bring himself to respond because deep down he knew he didn’t deserve a soulmate. He was a monster, a demon. He didn’t deserve it.)

Danny stopped trying so desperately to contact his soulmate at age 11(the age he held his sister as she cried, her soulmate’s last message scribbled in desperate frantic writing on her arm. He never resented his parents so much when they didn’t even leave the lab for two days, not paying any mind to their sobbing child on the floor above them.)(it was the first time he didn’t envy having a soulmate.)

He was fourteen when he started drawing on his arms again.(it was shaky, much more than the older drawings, but even if he didn’t have a soulmate, he wanted to leave them a mark, just in case, the same way Jazz wrote quotes from different books on her arms.)

(When he found out Vlad didn’t have a soulmate, he refused to acknowledge another similarity they shared. He refused to think about how Vlad’s desperation made Danny think of his own desperate writing for his soulmate. Soulmates were a topic he never spoke of, and Vlad must have known, must have found out about how Danny didn’t have one, but he never commented on it. (It was the only boundary that was never crossed.))

(Damian wasn’t disappointed when his soulmate stopped writing to him. he didn’t trace over his arms, wishing that he had the confidence to write back. He didn’t spend hours wondering if his soulmate was gone without knowing Damian had seen him. He didn’t trace over the drawings his soulmate made with awe after four years of silence.)

Damian always covered up, so he was the only one who noticed when his soulmate started writing to him again. Never sentences never notes like they were before, but shaky drawings appeared on his skin. They were less detailed than before, almost shaky, as if the person drawing them couldn’t hold a pencil, steady, but they were real. Damian never said a word.

It was October 15 when Damien saw something on his arms that made his blood go cold. A message that he read over and over while commandeering the plane and ignoring the rest of his family yelling for him to explain himself. He desperately calibrated the jet while staring at the words, praying to a God he did not believe in that he would not be too late.(Unaware that Todd was following going in the same direction with the similar message written on his arm from a girl that Jason had deemed too good for him.)

Dear soulmate, even if you aren’t there. Everyone in Casper high is writing on their arms and I might as well try to warn someone. I am from Amity Park, Illinois, and we are under attack. The GIW have cut all outside communication. We are currently hiding in Casper high school, barricading the entrances, but it will not last long.

According to the government, we are not legally sentient or human. The agents outside want to dissect us, citing that we are scum. I don’t want to see my classmates die at the hands of my parents. I don’t want to see my friends and my sister die.

I don’t know if you are there, or if I really don’t have a soulmate, but I don’t want to die (fully) without leaving some sort of note.

My name is Danny. I love you. I’m sorry.