#he's just a baby!

[artist-in-training-wheels]

Nice Nexus meets Baby Nexus and bounds over pretty magic!

I absolutely adore @socksandbuttons' baby Nexus AU. Since they don't have a color palette, I just took the palette from this post and made it lighter.

The little scenarios in my head and this Au are the only things keeping me together istg!

[buttercreamdicks]

I just discovered there's a 25-minute video of Link taking a nap on the Mythical Society they truly understand what his audience wants

[whatsagirltoblogabout]

I sometimes forget that Neal's "no lying" thing doesn't go both ways.

[antivanruffles]

Me, slapping Cal Kestis on the back: this baby can hold so much trauma.

[baseballmomlesbiandad]

this slutty friend group is too mean to my boy Ray

[dizaryswrites]

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Ace the Bat-Hound (DCU) Additional Tags: Mentioned Alfred Pennyworth, Mentioned Catherine Todd, Whumptober 2023, Hurt/Comfort, Infection, Young Jason Todd, he's not Robin yet, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, he is sooo awkward, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Dog Ace the Bat-Hound (DCU), Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence Series: Part 18 of Whumptober 2023

Jason Todd swung a tire iron at Batman and now he's living in some billionaire's mansion. Go figure. He's still not sure if he can trust Bruce Wayne. But Jason does know how to take care of himself and the cut on his leg that's looking worse each day. He doesn't need any help...right?

Whumptober Day 13

Peeling the bandage off stung.

Jason barely swallowed his hiss as the adhesive pulled at his skin and the fine hairs on his calf. An angry red wound greeted him with no scabs in sight.

Shit. Shit. He didn’t need a stupid doctor to know this was bad. Jason buried his hands in his hair. If only he didn’t try and take that shortcut through the warehouse days ago. If only he’d left his flashlight on for a second longer and saw the jagged edge of metal sticking out. If only it wasn’t covered in rust and other unknown shit. What could he do now? What about washing it with soap? Would that help it heal or was it too late? Maybe pouring vodka on it? Some people (aka gang members he spied on once) did that in the Narrows. But where would he find any liquor? Shit, Mom would’ve known what to do.

Jason chewed on his lip. He could...he could try telling his new guardian. Bruce Wayne talked a good game about wanting to take care of him. But he was a billionaire. And Jason was a street kid who got caught boosting a vigilante’s tires then tried to brain him with a tire iron. This had to be one big practical joke. And if it wasn’t, being a pest the first week was a surefire way to land his ass back out on the streets or in a worse foster home.

Jason started digging through the cabinets in his (his!!) new fancy and fully stocked bathroom. There. Rubbing alcohol and another big band aid. He straddled the edge of the porcelain tub with his injured leg inside, stuffed the collar of his shirt into his mouth, and opened the bottle. His hand shook as he slowly tilted it, heart slamming so hard it made his shirt quiver. The anticipation was killing him. Fuck it. Closing his eyes, Jason tipped the entire bottle over, for once not caring how wasteful it was.

Fire blazed through his leg, stabbing straight into the bone itself. Tears fell from his screwed shut eyes and he bit down hard on the shirt to muffle his scream. The short but deep cut pulsed as he struggled to open the band aid and put it on with trembling fingers. The bathroom reeked of alcohol, leaving him lightheaded and dizzy with anxiety inducing memories. Jason turned on the bathtub and dumped a generous amount of body wash in, rinsing away evidence and flooding his nose with lemon...verbena? What the hell was that?

At least the throbbing was fading when he crawled into the giant four poster bed a few minutes later. See, Batman? He wouldn’t have to tell Bruce after all. Jason Todd could take care of himself.

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[shoyoist]

i love him 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

[pwuh]

i love snoopy so much. i hope he knows that :]

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[margaglitterdeath]

falling together🥲

currently falling to pieces over the thought of stede relaxing on a lazy day with a good book when he hears ed call “steeeede?” from the next room in a nervous little voice and stede puts his book down because that’s ed’s “i found a spider can you get rid of it” voice

[saelrum]

"Was I sweet once?"

[trekkerac]

he's like a faulty lightbulb

[buttercreamdicks]

brb weeping about it

[noodles-and-tea]

I don’t know if it’s just because of Alex’s personal voice quirks or whatever but Bill and Stan talk in quite a similar manner and my personal head canon is that Bill does it on purpose to mess with Ford :(

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[cuteteacakes]

When you learn that The P. M. Seymour is actually 4 days younger than you