#billionaire’s baby

[zoeywades-spouse]

Can’t for once PB write an affair book where it’s realistic to what actually happens when a partner cheats? Like why do they have to romanticize affairs there’s nothing sexy about it

[bruciemilf]

“Battinson needs a Robin” “Battinson needs a Superman” “Battinson needs a Harley” I agree with all of that, but do you know what else Battinson needs? An Oliver Queen.

[kizzer55555]

The Vampire Aesthetic

Ok so Danny knows two billionaires personally and they really couldn’t be more different. Yet they had one thing in common. A vampire aesthetic. Sam is fully into goth. Spiderwebs, bats, the color black. She enjoys fangs and fake blood and the darkness of her soul. Meanwhile, Vlad is Vlad. If his name wasn’t enough, the dark clothing, pale skin, and flying around with a cape and fangs with coffins in his mansion really sells it.

Danny doesn’t know many rich people so he thinks this might be some kind of trend. (If Paulina is rich, her family likes the chupacabra) So he just thinks that all rich people have some kind of vampire thing going on.

Cue Danny somehow ending in the Wayne household. Maybe he was brought over as a friend of one of the bats, maybe rescued from a field trip/vacation gone wrong, maybe some other situation. But he is there in civilian form with civilian Waynes and Danny just takes a good long look around the inside of the mansion.

“So where’s the vampire aesthetic?

Everyone freezes.

Danny just starts looking around, checking behind paintings and feeling the walls for secret levers. Used to secret passages with Vlad and possibly Sam. The Fentons definitely had them when they were temporarily rich.

“Come on, I know you guys are hiding it.”

Cue the entire batfamily thinking that this is another Tim and that he is fully aware that these people are the batfamily. Danny hangs around the mansion more and the bats just start dropping their disguises and not even bothering to hide stuff around Danny because they assume he already knows. (Possibly even trying to recruit him to be a new bat) Meanwhile, Danny, who does not know these people are batman and his birds, just does not pick up on any of it.

He grew up in a health violation with a giant ballon observatory lab above his head and a portal to the afterlife in his basement. He is a half dead teenager who has tea with the god of time and his godfather is the other parent to his clone child. He’s used to death lazers being scattered across his home and mysterious stains on clothing.

People are weird! He doesn’t judge!

[karalovesallthegirls]

Also have another “first words spoken to you are on your skin” soulmate AU idea where Kara is a journalist assigned to shadow the controversial CEO of L-Corp for the day. It’s a big deal for her to get this assignment, so of course she trips the second she’s near the other woman and tries awkwardly to redeem herself.

The CEO stares at her almost in shock, and then says nothing. At all. Ever, for the entire day.

Kara spends hours following Lena Luthor around trying to fill the silence, but no amount of questions get her to talk. Lena almost seems to be running away at some points - like she’s trying to lose her? - and the few times she’s managed to catch her actually talking to someone she goes silent the second she sees Kara.

She asks around if Miss Luthor is usually like this and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy. Apparently she’s the only one who gets the silent treatment. By the end of her first day shadowing she’s walking away with half a page of observations and not a single quote. Miss Grant is going to kill her.

But that’s okay. It’s fine, this isn’t over. She has four days of shadowing ahead of her and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish this with a quote from the woman herself. It’s only a matter of time.

[theashesofthefirststar]

Bernard’s college friends find out he’s dating the CEO of Wayne’s Industries and are like “when we said fuck the rich, we did not mean like that”. Now his nickname in the group chat is class traitor.

[cherries-in-wine]

Fucking hate that trope where it’s like “oh no look main character’s partner is a fucking loser and oh look they’re a cheater too yipeee now cheating on them is totally justified” and the “oh the love interest’s wife is such a fucking bitch haha she’s pretty but uhhh materialistic and sooo mean uhh dieting uhh high maintenance cunt uhhhh fake annoying clingy bitch cheating on her is totally justified!!!” like the writers are so scared to confront the fact that infidelity is never justified, sure you can sympathise with why someone cheated but the correct response is to leave the person not cheat on them. It’s not like i hate cheating storylines like yipeee drama and morally gray characters yayayaya- but it would make for great characterization if the partner is a genuinely sweet and kind person but mc longs for something more but still stays with them because theoretically they’re the perfect partner. Also the characters should be written in a way where they actually have good chemistry like you don’t put two generically hot people with bland ass boiled chicken type personalities ask them to fuck and post that as a scandalous taboo romance ew no.

[graveyardfullofstars]

[not-another-robin]

How to support your autistic ass son on his vigilante adventures, step one: buy him a dinosaur,

[envysparkler]

“Do you really know Wonder Woman?” Jason asked, peering at the trophies that were spread throughout the Cave.  There were rows and rows of costumes, Batman and Robin both, and Jason was reminded all over again that Bruce had been doing this for years.  Jason didn’t remember a time before Batman, he’d seemed as ubiquitous as the smog that choked the streets right up until he’d slammed a tire iron into the mass of shadows and learned about the human underneath.  “I mean, personally?  Outside of crime fighting?”

He might’ve believed Batman knew Wonder Woman, but Bruce Wayne had always seemed like a bit of an idiot, and watching him attempt to blearily cut pancakes with a fork and spoon this morning had only confirmed it.

“Yes, Jason,” Bruce sounded amused from all the way over by the Batcomputer.  “I know Diana.  This is the fifth time you’ve asked me that question, by the way.”

Jason rolled his eyes.  So maybe it was, but he wasn’t convinced!  “I don’t know, B,” Jason said, wrinkling his nose up at a brilliantly colored peacock of a costume with a high, flared collar and a deep neckline.  “I’m still waiting on some proof.”

“Mh-hmm,” Bruce said.  “Is that what you came down here for?  To pester me into letting you meet Wonder Woman?”

“No!” Jason whirled on him in a tone of deep outrage.  That was a secondary goal, he just didn’t want to miss an opportunity.  “Alfred said you wanted to see me.”

Bruce blinked, before his face light up with comprehension.  “Oh, yes, I nearly forgot!  I have something for you.”  Jason trotted over to the Batcomputer to watch Bruce rummage through a stack of files.  He darted a quick glance at the computer, but whatever Bruce had been working on was closed.

The man hadn’t forbade him from entering the Cave after Jason had Figured Out the Secret—read: caught Bruce dressing the massive bruise across his stomach, which on its own wasn’t suspicious, but with Bruce’s wide-eyed look of guilt and surprise, assembled the pieces together—but Jason didn’t want to test the limits.  So far, he only wandered where Bruce let him, even though he was itching to get his hands on those bat-shaped throwing stars.

“Here,” Bruce emerged with an envelope, which Jason took with a healthy degree of wariness.  It was Gotham, where ordinary packages meant fear toxin or laughing gas or a hundred other deadly gags.  “Go on, open it!”

Jason considered it for another long moment, but decided that Bruce hadn’t rigged it to explode.  He opened the envelope and peeked inside.

“This is money,” Jason stated, staring at the cash.  The bills all looked like twenties, and there was at least twenty of them in there.  Probably closer to five hundred dollars.  He looked up at Bruce, who was smiling tentatively at him, and carefully didn’t touch any of the bills.  “Uh, what’s this for?”

“It’s an allowance.”

“An allowance?” Jason stared, puzzled at the envelope.  He’d heard of allowances—Sandra from next-door-before-he-lived-on-the-streets had gotten ten bucks each week for watching her baby siblings and Ty from the-first-foster-home had gotten some spending cash if he did his chores, but Mom never had the money to spare to pay Jason to help around the house.

Not a problem for a guy as rich as Bruce, but Jason hadn’t done any chores here.  Much less five hundred dollars’ worth of chores.

“Is it enough?” Bruce asked, looking concerned.  Enough?  Enough for what?

Before Jason could open his mouth to respond, the Batcomputer emitted a shrill alert and Bruce’s countenance changed completely, going from an open, soft smile, to something harder and focused.

“I’m sorry, Jason, I have to get this,” Bruce said, not looking away from the screen.  “Why don’t you head up for bed?  And let me know if you need more.”

Jason knew better than to interrupt him and he headed up the stairs as Bruce began speaking in a low voice to someone who sounded like Commissioner Gordon.  He didn’t realize he’d taken the envelope with him until he reached his room.

He set it down on his dresser.  Bruce hadn’t told him what he had to do to earn his allowance, and Jason didn’t want to touch it until he confirmed it wasn’t like, shoveling shit or something.  He’d ask him tomorrow.

But part of him was still warmed by the gesture.  Bruce was treating him like he was his real kid, not like a foster kid only around for a stipend or to look charitable in the eyes of other people.  Jason flopped down on his bed and considered, not for the first time, how lucky he was.

He had a huge mansion to live in, and he got to go to a fancy school starting Monday, and he apparently got five hundred dollars just for doing his chores.

[zoeywades-spouse]

PB really ignoring reality even as their fans drag their dumb ass

[zhoras-bitch]

The Billionaire's Baby fascinates me. They wrote the whole Daphne and Estelle situation, which any sane person should be able to recognize for what it is: an extremely emotionally abusive relationship, in which Estelle controls literally every aspect of her daughter's life, including her job, her marriage, her relationships, her social media, her diet. Daphne wants to be a photographer, but she works as a model, because her mother wants her to. She stays in an unloving marriage, because her mother wants her to. She gets a baby she's not ready for, because her mother wants her to. For all we know, this has been going on since Daphne was a baby. So they wrote all of that down, right? And then they just. Barely acknowledged it. Best we got was MC thinking/saying Estelle is annoying and kind of a bitch. Neither the characters nor the narrative treat the situation with nearly the level of gravity it actually warrants. It's like there's a huge three headed goat demon in the living room, and all the tenants ever do about it is vaguely acknowledge its existence once in a while before going on about their day as if nothing has happened. Fucking bonkers.

[tricoufamily]

stayed in a marriott for a business trip which if you didn't know is the main inspiration for the villareal hotel business so every time something was shitty i was just like this is classic jacques

[choices-binglebonkus]

[tomorrowusa]

Self-made billionaires are self-generated illusions. Donald Trump is a prime example.

Trump is a nepo baby who got into college and obtained a military deferment through graft and ended up with a huge bundle from Daddy Fred. He squandered his wealth on projects which showed poor judgement.

It was TV producer Mark Burnett who rescued Trump by making him the star of The Apprentice. More importantly, Trump's part in the series and offshoot gave tens of millions of viewers the false impression that he was actually a savvy genius businessman rather than a loser who declared bankruptcy six times in real life.

Enormous wealth isn't an indicator of virtue or genius. More often than not it is a sign that you are a good con (wo)man or that you were very good at choosing your parents.

Poor people who idolize the filthy rich often end up as victims in scams which only make the rich richer. *cough* Trump University *cough*

[kainebell]

honestly I think Daphne is the only reason I can kinda enjoy playing The Billionaire’s Baby? Like while MC and Cole/Callie are living in a romantic dramedy, Daphne’s stuck in a domestic thriller and no one else in her life seems to realize it!!! She’s trapped in a loveless marriage. Her surrogate is stealing her spouse. She has to break up with the one man who seemingly knows her better than anyone else. Her mother is constantly looming behind her, digging her nails into her shoulders, reminding her of how she’s failing to be the perfect model and obedient daughter. And now her mother is forcing her to have a baby, even though she’s never wanted children, because it’s supposed to save her marriage and enhance her public image. But the baby wants nothing to do with her; she can’t hold her own daughter without the baby crying. She can be held by every other person in her life without issue, but not her own mother. Daphne has to live with the knowledge that she’s helped to bring a child into this world and that girl is going to grow up understanding her mother (or one of them, if you’re playing with Callie) has never wanted her, as opposed to how Estelle has made Daphne her entire life in the worst way possible. It’s so insane it makes me lose my MIND 😵‍💫