#might continue this later idk

[brainrot-jikan]

it's entirely possible childe and diluc have met in canon. childe joined the fatui real early and diluc was wandering around having his revenge arc until maybe a year ago. childe wasn't involved with delusion production afaik but diluc's notoriety among the fatui would have made him an attractive target for childe. if they were in the same area, they both would have gone after each other's throats. given that childe has both a vision and a delusion, AND his fun demon form, and diluc was running around visionless, childe would have either overpowered him… or made it an even fight by promising not to use his vision.

also, diluc's revenge arc lasted around three years, so they could have run into each other more than once and childe would have been eccatic about it each time. diluc would start getting very, very tired of childe's blood knight antics but maybe start to think of him as insane in a predictable, almost safe way.

fast forward four years and childe shows up in mondstadt on official fatui business. diluc sees childe before childe sees him and he knows it's not worth it trying to fight childe, because childe gets off on it and also a monster (metaphorically but also literally). so he decides to avoid being seen himself and spends a lot of time hiding either at the dawn winery or in the back at the bar. (tho he might do some espionage as the darknight hero, but that's a separate thought.)

at some point, diluc screws up. childe spots him, recognizes him on sight, spot his pyro vision, and becomes immediately I N S U F F E R A B L E. this guy who was nearly a match for him while visionless now has an upgrade and childe very very badly wants to test it out.

childe grins and says, "Wow, fancy meeting you here! It's been so long. I was afraid you'd gotten yourself killed from exposure!" and pulls out a weapon.

diluc scowls and says, "I'm not fighting you in the middle of town you fucking maniac."

childe amicably doesn't rush to attack but doesn't also doesn't put down his weapon. "So, you'll fight me outside of town?"

anyway imagining the local fatui and the mond towns folk observing this interaction in broad daylight and then gossip spreading like wildfire (and kaeya, jean, and lisa hearing about it) gives me life

[cero-sleep]

Illusion of Choice doodles from @feralmoonlight’s magma I later put together

[dramatic-dolphin]

releasing popular 2014 tumblr posts back to the wild like endangered animals

[queewp]

bill wanted to see Ford fly, not fly with him, smh

bill MIGHT have a fear of heights

[haveihitanerve]

Gotham Protects Her Own

“Gotham protects her own.” Bruce had whispered to him once, in a, at the time, not so rare moment of affection, cradling dick to his chest as they looked over his city. Their city. Batman and Robin. Dick had believed him, of course, but he hadn’t really felt it. Not until he had stood at the bats side for the second year in a row, and his cape had fluttered. Dicks cape had never fluttered while he was standing. Running across the rooftops? Sure. Jumping over a chimney? Most definitely. But just standing still, no movement? It had never happened. Bruce’s did, from the very beginning Bruce’s cape had flown behind him, flapping with grace in the wind that was not there. But dicks hadn’t. But now… Bruce smiled down at him, pride lining every line in his face, before he took off across the roof, a challenge and a test at the same time. Dick chased after him, and for the first time since he had become Robin, he flew. His feet barely touched down, cushioned by the roofs, by shadows, and he laughed, wild and bright and free, and Bruce joined him, laugh deep and rich and full. Dick belonged to Gotham now, the city had laid her claim on him, and as Batman and Robin flew across the city, Dick could hear a new laugh join them, light and happy and feminine, delighted by their delight, their acceptance. Gotham protects her own, and Dick Grayson-Wayne, the first Robin, had earned that right, that protection, with his leaps and jokes and belief in Batman, in a belief in the city, in the belief that it could be better. 

Gotham protects her own. Catherine Todd had murmured to him once, late one night, a bruise blossoming on her cheek, eyes heavy from drugs. She was close to death, Jason could feel it practically wafting off her, and he didn't think much of her last words, a hazy drugged hallucination, slurred speech. But then she had passed and Jason had left, choosing the street over his father and then he had understood. People came looking for him, naturally, even his father ventured out, but shadows seemed to envelop him, the streets opened to his footfalls, and he always found a safe place to sleep, never waking with his things stolen or suddenly kidnapped. Jason could feel the city, his very lifeblood, could hear her music in her traffic, felt her song in the earthquakes. Gotham cradled him, sheltered him, and when the time came, pushed him to a left unattended Batmobile, tempting him to steal the tires. For the first time, Jason doubted his city, hated her for sending him into a trap. But then he became Robin, and Gotham squealed in delight, and Jason watched in awe as Bruce flew, as Gotham made his cloak billow, as she nurtured her prodigal son. Batman had gotten injured, once, badly enough that he had struggled with his grapple line, and it had snapped. Jason had screamed, lunging for him, but it was too late. Before he could cry over the dead body of his mentor, he found Bruce at the bottom of the building, not much worse for wear at all. Gotham had cradled him, shadows leaping to cushion his fall. Jason had laughed with glee, rushing Bruce home as quickly as possible, and something had brushed his cheek, a faint kiss against his forehead. Gotham protects her own and Jason Todd-Wayne, the second Robin, had been born into that right, that protection, and felt her city pound through his body like blood, feeding his soul. 

Gotham protects her own. Tim had seen the slogan on a Wayne Enterprise billboard once, when he had been seven, an ad campaign promoting insurance and helpful housing. It had become a sort of mantra for him, something he whispered under his breath every time his father made a snide comment about Tim lacking proper talent or social skills, after every call his parents declined, after every fight that had him biting his lip to stop the tears and debate running away. Gotham protects her own. Became his lifeline, his mantra, a promise of a better life. It wasn't anything he ever believed, until he finally worked up the courage to approach Bruce Wayne about the secret. Tim slipped on the Robin uniform for the first time… And something inside him settled. A woman's voice in the back of Tim’s head squealed. But as he raced over the rooftops, finally at Batman's side as he always dreamed to be instead of a few feet behind, snapping pictures, his cape dancing with the wind, his feet hardly touching down, that mantra, that false belief of hope, of a better life, became truth. Gotham protects her own, and Tim Drake-Wayne, the third Robin, had believed in that truth his whole life, wishing with every fiber of his being that she would protect him, and she finally had. 

Gotham protects her own. David Cain had warned her once, telling her great stories of the city with air of midnight black, of water a putrid green, and of a people a hardy and tough. It hadn't been a compliment, just another obstacle she would need to overcome to fulfill her future missions. She had believed him, of course, but… she had never truly known what it meant. Not until she had stumbled into the city, hurt, bleeding, afraid, and she had felt that… otherworldly power. Reaching for her. Its tendrils soft and kind, like a mother, shadows stretching across her, shielding her, as the League prowled the streets. It wasn't until she saw him. The Bat. And his little Bird, brutal efficiency and yet mercy in every action, wasn't until she saw how Gotham cradled them, lifted them, helped them to fly. Gotham had been more accepting to her than she had thought. Maybe because she hadn't hurt her children. Maybe because she knew her pain. Maybe because Cass had been so afraid. But whatever the reason, when Cassandra Cain-Wayne took to the streets, a proud, blazing Bat on her chest, her cape billowing behind her, Gotham sang. 

“Gotham protects her own!” Arthur Brown had screamed once. It had been in a fit of rage, followed by the sounds of windows crashing and tables smashing against the wall. He had been angry, livid even, the sound of his footsteps heavy and hard on the floor as he stormed around, pissed that Batman was unreachable for him, untouchable, protected by the city he claimed to do the same to. Steph knew the truth in the words, had been protected by them her whole life, finding a window open right when her father got home, the closet door unlocked miraculously after her father had locked her up, alleyways opening for her to escape through when bigger kids picked on her, or the cops chased her. And it happened now, as Arthur Brown came storming for her, rage and malice and every evil intention written across his features. Steph could feel that tug, that indescribable feeling of home, and she took a step back, melting into the shadows as she fled, fled her home, fled her father, fled his wrath and everything wrong with the world. She settled on the roof, the way she always did when he got like this, and waited, as she always did. For it to end. For him to stop. It was that night that she saw him for the first time. Steph had heard of him, of course, the Batman was infamous throughout Gotham by now, but she had never seen him in person. Never watched his work. It was at Bethany’s house. Bethany’s father, Vincent, was screaming again. The way Arthur was. But Gotham, Gotham didn't protect Bethany the way she did Steph. Or maybe Bethany just didn't listen. But Batman.. Batman listened. Batman protected. Steph watched, wide eyed, as he jumped through the window, as he grabbed Vincent by the throat and slammed him against the wall, snarling in his face. Steph watched, hands clutching her teddy, wondering whether she would rather risk her father than this demon. But he stopped. Paused. Threw Vincent to the ground in disgust, unconscious, and turned to Bethany. Beth had stopped moving, the way she always did when Vincent got the way he did, dissociating so she wouldn't feel his hands on her. Steph didn't think it worked, but it was something. Batman bent down, gentle, slowly, a few feet away, extending a hand to Beth. Steph couldn't hear what he said, couldn't see his face, but Beth blinked at him. She blinked, and she walked closer, slowly. And Batman… Batman held her, held her until she was crying, held her through her tears and wiped her eyes and rubbed her back, held her until she was asleep without nightmares, and carried her to bed, tucking her in gently. Steph didn't know how long she sat there, watching as he cared for this little girl, forgoing the Bat Symbol in the sky, and his anger, for her. Gotham protects her own, Steph swore as she watched him drop from the window the same night, flitting away on shadows only she could see. Gotham protects her own, and she would protect Gotham. She would mold herself after the Bat, and help. 

[kheprriverse]

I might be a little obsessed with this design...

[bloomfish]

It's so weird that in angel s5e2 they do a little flashback to Spike's blaze of glory moment in the last episode of Buffy... but they leave out Buffy saying "I love you". It's such a blatant omission, the ONLY omission from that scene, that it feels totally deliberate and kind of dishonest. Considering a lot of the Spike and Angel moments in S5 revolve around their jealousy and rivalry towards each other, and a LOT of that is to do with Buffy like... Why would you leave it out? It's a pretty big moment for Spike's character in general.

As far as I recall they don't even mention it, they just mention the fact that Spike and Buffy have had a lot of sex compared to bangel's ONE disastrous time (that they remember) but it does kind of cheapen it for Spike. A big motivation for him not leaving LA could have been him not wanting to hold Buffy to her words, since he clearly doesn't believe that she loves him (even though she does, as per Whedon). He presumably thinks she only said that to make him feel better in his final moments, because she wouldn't have to actually follow through on her words. Which is sad. But it makes much more sense as a motivation than the weird 'it cheapens my moment of glory' excuse like since when does spike give a shit about that

[antoineee-x3]

🪐.

hi, sorry for jumpscaring yall w angst here on main, have this as compensation.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

What was Lights out! Frank's reaction to crazy ass Lights out! Wally?

ah i wouldn't call him crazy, Wally's just desensitized to the Horrors and acts accordingly. which is occasionally a little unhinged. but no yeah Frank has a proper freakout <3 he has a hard time adjusting to certain aspects of.... everything. including Wally yeah

(don't bother trying to read this i know its terrible handwriting lmao, it's p much just to show Frank's spiral <3)

[unseelie-courtesan]

Coming down to hell as a sinner was more than a shock for Adam. It was an impossibility. Some sick fucking joke, something Lucifer had to be the cause of. That fucker ruined everything in his life, so sure, why not fuck up his afterlife too?! Brought down from first man and star of heaven to this. Holy, golden wings? Gone, replaced by leathery, batlike things that moved differently. An eternity with one made shifting to the other nearly impossible, anytime he tried to move like he was so used to, like all his instincts told him to, he would end up knocking himself off balance. His head, newly malformed, looked like his helmet had, all long curved horns and gleaming eyes. The tail was gross, a pointed, sharp thing that he could barely control, moving on instinct, and trying to play the guitar with these new claws was impossible.

Blending in, not banking on his popularity? That was just as much of an impossibility for him as flying was now. Shacking up with Lilith's little bitch was the only safety measure he was able to come up with. Bleeding heart. For the past six months, six fucking months, he had to play nice. To pretend that he gave even a single shit about what that little demon cunt thought made you a 'good person,' as though he hadn't gone to heaven himself. As though he didn't belong up there, right now. Worse, Lucifer had made it clear if he wanted any shred of the Morningstar's protection, then he needed to bargain for it. Specifically, he was now owned by Lucifer himself, with a contract that specified he would fight for the protection of the people in this stupid, useless hotel.

Everyone waited with baited breath as they got closer and closer to the next extermination, not entirely sure whether the exorcists would come down again, or if they were going to back off after what happened last time. If they'd still be mourning their dead (Holly, Faith, Aria, Grace, Symphony- He remembered them all) or if they'd be coming back with a vengeance.

He knew what Lute would choose given the chance. It depended on Sera really. There had been no official decree one way or another, but heaven wouldn't announce loud and clear that they were giving up on crushing the scum of hell under their heels. And if they were coming back? Well there was no reason to announce the usual either. Adam made a point to slip out of the hotel a week early, before little miss Morningstar could think to try and keep him from leaving. He needed to know. He needed to see for himself. Plus, if he wasn't there, they couldn't force him to hurt his girls to protect the sinners.

When the timer ran out and the bell rang, Adam looked to the skies and had never in his entire fucking afterlife been prouder of what he saw. Exorcists swarming down, not in the wild, chaotic flock of individual hunters looking for easy pickings they usually were. No. What he saw was sharp and orderly. Controlled. Vicious. Over the past six months their 'training' had clearly been adapted into efforts to make them a well oiled fighting machine, people who worked as a unit. He watched from his hiding place, his heart swelling as he watched the way they worked to stamp out the scum of the earth. Ever since Charlie's little rebellion, the trade in angelic weapons down here had sparked to an all time high, but his girls weren't going to let pocketknives and stolen spears get to them.

Silently. Carefully. He got closer to the carnage. He needed to watch, drinking in every vicious detail as blood spilled. He caught a glimpse of Lute, wild on the battlefield, cutting down demons with the kind of grace and vicious beauty that was typically reserved for venomous animals. Not for the first time since he'd seen her, he felt himself falling in love. She'd done this. Probably researched crusades for ideas, drilled the exorcists into an army instead of a gurella force. She was a holy light, a cleansing fire, throwing herself into each fight like-

Not like she didn't believe she could get hurt.

More like she didn't care.

Almost like she wanted something to happen to her

The abandoned apartment complex that he was peeking out the blinds from didn't let him keep an eye on Lute as the fight moved further into the center of the pentagram, and before Adam could overthink it he tore his way downstairs to skulk and to follow. It was stupid, he knew. He looked like a demon, any of his girls who didn't kill first and ask questions later would be all too forcefully 'retired' just like Vag had been. But he needed to keep an eye on her. Needed to see what was going on.

He guessed routes, skirted back alleys like the fucked up creature he had become, stalking after the main hoard in a way that would have been impossible when they all scattered for hunting season. No stray stragglers, one single cleanse that cut a stripe through the pentagram. Fuck he wished he could be proud of them without the knowledge of how easy it would be for him to join the river of blood that flowed in their wake. At one point though, Adam went too far ahead. No longer trailing behind, but freezing in his little patch of shadow as he closed his glowing golden eyes and covered his mouth, still and silent as the grave as he tried to remain unnoticed, unheard while a pair of his girls walked past.

"We only have an hour left." Killjoy Calliope, he never thought he'd be so happy to hear her nervous voice piping up. "Do you think we should start rounding everyone up?"

Adam couldn't help himself. Despite the risk that faint glow would cause from where he was crouched, half hidden in his own wings, he peeked one eye open to see Lute's scowl. "In what world do you expect it to take us a full hour to do something we've been doing for as long as we've had wings?"

"I was just-"

"I don't know how many demons you can kill in an hour, but for some of us that's a worthwhile enough number to keep going."

Fuck yeah dangertits. Make them pay.

Adam grinned, glad at least that Lute was… If not okay, as fierce and sharp and impossible to corrupt as ever. A spine of angelic steel and a tongue as sharp as her own spear. He waited, planning on letting the pair pass and finding somewhere to hide for the rest of the extermination, when something else caught his eye. A faint motion from one of the windows. Some shark of a demon with a smirk and a faintly glowing gun-

"Get down!" The words left his mouth before he realized he had even thought them, and Adam barreled forwards with the sort of speed that you only got from trying to protect someone else. Both Lute and Calliope, she was still his girl, shoved to the filthy cobblestone streets with his wings thrown over them like the thin layer of membrane would do anything to protect them from the angel-tipped bullet. The shot rang, swears kicking up from the demon above as Adam hissed. The bullet tore straight through one wing like it was made of wet tissue paper and landed solidly in his shoulder after that, but it had been enough of a distraction, enough of a new target. As the kiss of an angelic blade met his throat, Calliope flew up to handle the demon before he could try to reload with another angelic bullet. If he had them, those shits were expensive now. While Lute…

Lute held a spear to his throat, confusion and hate and fear all warring on a face that had aged immeasurably over the past six months. But as their eyes met, his own pupiless, solid, glowing a faint gold that felt like a mocking reminder of the pearly gates he had been denied access to, Lute's the bright and bitter color of cooked honey, Adam was willing to accept death from her blade.

What he wasn't prepared for was the hesitant, quiet "Sir?" that escaped her lips.

[softfatboytoy]

Can't stop thinking about how much I want to play with a fat boy who's shorter than me. I want to pin his arms above his head and hold them there while I use my free hand to explore and tease his soft body, toy with his sensitive chest for a bit before I make my way to that gorgeous belly...

Maybe I'd keep him pinned against the wall as I kissed and nibbled my way down his neck and chest, feeling him struggle against me as I sink my teeth into his fat tummy, leaving behind a trail of marks as I continue my leisurely journey downward...

[nina-ya]

Thinking about virgin Zoro rn and big dick Zoro

Like,,, the first time you have sex with him you’re just struggling to take him and it might be a bit painful taking someone as big as him

So he has this worry in the back of his mind that he’s doing something wrong

After all, this is his first time so he doesn’t really have a reference to go off of

Probably takes him a lot of reassurance from your end that he’s doing great while you’re fighting back tears from being split in half

[seaofreverie]

I knew about the post concert depression but no one told me about the post concert constant feeling of AAAAAAAAAHHH that lasts days and makes everything much more bearable and beautiful and some sort of ethereal type of hope is restored into the world, or maybe it's just the "seeing your favourite band after first thinking that it would never happen and later spending many months waiting for it all the while fearing that it wouldn't happen after all because of circumstances outside my control or feeling like it was too beautiful and wonderful to be true so ofc it wouldn't come true" part of it all

[rowdy-ruff-boi]

I still think about how Travis McElroy has diagnosed NPD and people online are sooooo mean to him when he shows symptoms of it.

I don't make it a habit of defending white men but my goodness he tries so hard to be such a sweetheart and he does well imo. He apologized after the very few incidents he's had (which a lot of the little twinks yall idolize would never) and people still use the opportunity to shit on him.

You do not have to like the man, though, if you're interacting with the McElroy family content and you HATE him? Find a new source of entertainment and stop spreading your shit insults around the people who can be normal around nerodivergent symptoms they don't like.

[konmics-n-stuff]

Everyone who has ever, even slightly, been Robin

*In official, DC-endorsed media 

Total: 100 (i think)

FYI:

my definition of a ‘Robin’ is extremely vague. For example, I’m counting Lois Lane because she went to a costume party as Robin, and I’m also counting ‘Boy’ from Batman: the Return of Bruce Wayne because he had the domino mask paint and was clearly a stand-in for Robin. Et cetera.

They’re organized chronologically by their first appearance as Robin

Also this is heavily dependent on DC Fandom Wiki, so please let me know if I missed anyone or if anything is inaccurate

KEY

Red = actually Robin for a significant portion of time (more than a few in-universe days & more than one issue/episode/movie/etc)

Italics = was never Robin in main continuity (i.e. Earth Two [before Earth One existed], Earth One, New Earth, and Prime Earth)

Bold = I actually acknowledge them as Robin in my heart

Dick Grayson (Apr 1940)

Julie Madison (Mar 1941)

Ricky (Dec 1944) [possible future]

Mary Wills (Apr 1950) [Earth-Two]

Bruce Wayne (Dec 1955)

Vanderveer Wayne (Jun 1962)

Alfred E. Neuman (Sep 1966) [Mad Magazine]

Lance Bruner (May 1969)

Jimmy Olsen (May 1970)

Jason Todd (Mar 1982)

Boyd, the Robin Wonder (Apr 1983) [Earth-C-Minus]

Carrie Kelly (Jun 1986) [Dark Knight Returns]

Tim Drake (Oct 1989)

Robert Chang (Apr 1990) [Digital Justice]

Redbird (Jan 1993) [The Blue, the Gray, and the Bat]

Thomas Wayne (Jan 1993) [Robin 3000]

Bane (Apr 1993) [rejected elseworlds]

Robin Redblade (Jun 1994) [Earth-494]

Tengu (Sep 1994) [Narrow Path]

Alfred Pennyworth (Feb 1996) [Batman: Dark Alligiances]

Jubilation Lee (Apr 1996) [Amalgam Universe]

Tris Plover (Jun 1996) [Legends of the Dead Earth]

Darkbird (Jul 1996)

Bruce Wayne Jr. (Feb 1997) [Earth-3839]

Lois Lane (Oct 1997)

Rodney the chimpanzee (Nov 1997) [Batman: Dark Knight Dynasty]

Marya (1998) [I, Joker]

Barbara Gordon (Feb 1998) [Earth-37]

Robin the Toy Wonder (Nov 1998) [DC One Million]

Rochelle Wayne (Feb 1999) [Reign of Terror]

Kon-El (Mar 1999) [Hypertension]

Clark Wayne (Mar 1999) [Earth-3839]

Squid Wonder (Aug 1999)

The Robin (Mar 2000) [Earth-40]

Robin Drake (Feb 2002) [Riddle of the Beast]

Stephanie Brown (May 2004)

Koriand’r (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Garfield Logan (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Rachel Roth (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Victor Stone (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Robbie the Robin (Jun 2005) [Krypto the Superdog]

Control Freak (Oct 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Damian Wayne (Nov 2006)

Robin Olsen (Oct 2007) [Earth-8]

Bizzaro Robin (Nov 2007)

Unnamed penguin (Jun 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Boy (Jul 2010)

Robin Robin (Jul 2010) [Tiny Titans]

M’gann M’orzz (Nov 2010) [Young Justice (2010 show)]

Jericho (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Kid Devil (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Wildebeest (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Kroc (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

The Joker (Jan 2011)

Lance Heart (Feb 2011)

Fransisco Ramirez (Feb 2011)

Christopher Ward (Feb 2011)

Robin John Blake (Jul 2012) [Dark Knight Trilogy]

Helena Wayne (July 2012) [Earth 2]

Robin’s Egg (Jan 2013) [Farm League]

Super Robin (Jul 2013) [Teen Titans Go!]

Selina Kyle (Mar 2014)

Damien Wayne (Jun 2014) [Infinite Crisis Video Game]

John Thomas Grayson (Dec 2014) [Earth 2]

Nibor (Jan 2015) [Teen Titans Go!]

Daxton Chill (May 2015)

Dre Cipriani (May 2015)

Riko Sheridan (May 2015)

Duke Thomas (Jul 2015)

Troy Walker (Jul 2015)

Kat-R-ina (Aug 2015)

Isabella Ortiz (Aug 2015)

BlackDomino (Oct 2015)

Darkestdawn (Oct 2015)

SideKicker (Oct 2015)

Yellowcape (Oct 2015)

Shug-R (May 2016)

Robinbot (May 2017)

Dinesh Babar (May 2017)

Rabid Robins (Oct 2017) [Earth -22]

Cult Member Robins (Apr 2018)

Rosie (Apr 2018)

Matt McGinnis (May 2018) [Futures End]

Harley Quinn (Apr 2019)

Jarro (Oct 2019)

Billy Batson (Oct 2019)

Six of Hearts (Dec 2019)

Maps Mizoguchi (Dec 2020)

Talia Kane (Feb 2021) [Earth 11]

LeBron James (Jul 2021) [Space Jam: A New Legacy]

Drake Winston (Oct 2021) [Batman ‘89]

Anita Jean (Oct 2021)

Kiki (Nov 2021)

Son of Don Mitchell Jr. (Mar 2022) [The Batman (2022 movie)]

Gan (Mar 2022)

Jon Kent (Jul 2022)

Amish Boy Wonder (Nov 2022) [The Last Harley Story]

Darcy Thomas (Nov 2022)

Elizabeth Prince (Jan 2024) [Possible Future]

Bruce Wayne clone (Jul 2024)

[hag-darling]

future in-laws apparently hate the cute little wedding pikachus I got forever ago and don't want me to use them as decorations in the wedding

two 8 inch plushies is apparently just too tacky

I'm not going to listen to them and they will be put somewhere during the reception but I just. Hate how they care more about this wedding being generically picture perfect than me actually enjoying any aspect of it