#protective...

[goddesstrolls]

I meant to ask this forever ago but did Nebale's wife survive???

"No. She died. Don't ask about it."

[dorkasaurus-club]

Elia hates flowers

sorry it took me SO long to get chapter two out! I got a lot of life right to the face :P BUUUT apparently my moots enjoy this, so y'all get some eats, and we get some SUN in this chapter :3

^ chapter 1

chapter 2 why's the world so LOUD!?

Elia woke up very confused and extremely hungry.

"where...? wha- oh right." she huffs groggily, stumbling over to her fridge, loosely braiding her long hair, only to get so frustrated after the third knot in her hair, and endlessly frustrated when she opens the fridge and remembers that it is, in fact, empty.

"y'know what?" she huffs after she finally gets her hair braided "i'mma cut my hair! ma's not here to do anything about it!"

she cackles as she grabs the kitchen scissors and cuts her hair into a messy bob, tying off the braid at the other end, and tossing it onto her bedroom floor. she'll figure out what to do with it later. now it's time to get dressed for work.

"...what do daycare workers wear???" she huffs, as she searches her wardrobe, settling on a chunky-strapped sundress that goes down to her ankles (and shorts underneath, to be safe. she may not know much about childcare, but she knows enough to be smart)

***

Elia ADORES how her hair feels when cut short. how it bounces around her head as she walks to work. the walk is practically bliss, with the warmth of the rising sun prickling her arms, and a cool breeze on her face, it's enough to lift her spirits higher then they'd been in a long time (despite the morning's fiasco)

she smiles and breaks into a run, her feet pounding on the sidewalk as she enjoys a run that isn't on a treadmill. at first Elia was worried she would somehow miss the daycare, but she knew it right when she saw it. the big bright letters declare

SUPERSTAR DAYCARE

she giggles in delight when she sees the herd of deer munching on clover in front of the daycare. Elia has adored deer for as long as she can remember, and she would have cried with joy when a fawn bleats softly and wobbles up to where she stood frozen, nuzzling her leg for a moment before the young deer's mother calls out as the herd leaves for a nearby clump of trees.

she was much too preoccupied with the deer to notice the piercing red eyes watching from the darkness inside the daycare, let along notice when the eyes shift to blue as the lights turn on, and the owner of those eyes lopes somewhere deep inside the daycare.

she gets up and dusts off her knees, and briefly wonders if the door will be locked before tugging on the door, and surprisingly, it opens smoothly.

'not locked. curious.' she thinks to herself as she walks in, and walks to the employee doors, only to be greeted by the sight of a massive 8 foot (2.44 meter) animatronic jester, who loudly proclaims.

"HELLO NEW FRIEND! are YOU the new employee?"

she covers her ears like a child, startled by the sudden noise. the animatronic stills, the rays on it's large frame retracting into it's head, quickly quieting.

"I am so so sorry, are you alright there new friend?"

elia slowly uncovers her ears, saying " 'sall good, just startled me 's all. haven't been around people like you in QUITE a while. well, anyone really"

"animatronic? wait what do you mean any-"

"loud, I meant you are a little loud, and it caught me off guard" she smiles warmly at them. "the name's Elia"

"my name is daycare attendant sun, but you can call me whatever you want! like mister sun, sunrise, sundrop-" he rambles (Elia figures he's a he by the use of mister)

"well what would you prefer?" she says softly, and he halts his ramblings

"...wut"

"what do you want me to call you?"

"...no one's asked me that before..."

"well i'll be the first" she smiles

"...whatever YOU want is perfect"

"can I call you sunny, then?"

his fans suddenly turn on with a slight wirring sound.

"i-i'd love that" he stutters "can... can I call you elly then?"

"absolutely" she smiles, as her stomach lets out an ear-splitting rumble

"elly, have you eaten breakfast" sun asks slowly, his eyes narrowing

"I have no money, how would I buy food?"

"no food?" sun asks, his eyes widening.

"yea, for the moment. why?"

"this is UNACCEPTABLE." sun picks her up deftly, and carries her to the daycare's kitchens "all little stars in the daycare MUST be properly fed at all times. ESPECIALLY my Elly"

'maybe this job won't be as bad as I was dreading' she thinks to herself 'wait did he say HIS-'

[doomednarrative]

Kiriya having to supervise Kuroto because there's no way in hell he's letting him run wild with his insane ideas with Emu while he's around

[mischieviem]

You guys realize this means we ALL have to vote now. No "don't wanna vote biden" excuses now- if we don't vote our rights are going to be taken away.

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[fipindustries]

i almost never do vent art, much less post it but man, i have been feeling bummed out recently

[imagine-darksiders]

He a little confused but he's got spirit

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[visenyaism]

seven years ago in the name of tolerating free speech from all political perspectives my nasty ass evil university let an army of tiki torch wielding nazis shouting jews will not replace us march through grounds threatening the lives of students and community members with zero police presence. and today they retroactively changed campus policy around tents so they could send in the cops to bust up the gaza memorial vigil. genuinely fucking stomach turning

[creekfiend]

what's my biggest pet peeve well it's when someone makes a text post on tumblr dot com in which they are trying to romanticize the notion of the livestock guardian dog but they don't know the distinction between a livestock guardian dog and a herding dog and also they've never met a livestock guardian dog and do not realize what their attitudes towards the sheep that they protect actually are

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[ecoamerica]

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[bruciemilf]

Scary boyfriend privilege? No. Scary sons privilege.

Bruce who can’t go anywhere without his newly adopted ward. He follows Bruce like a sunny shadow, grin always in place.

“Dick, can I hold your hand when we cross the street?”

Dick, very sweetly, “No.”

Bruce sighs, but accepts easily. Some guy scoffs at that and asks Bruce if he’ll let his kid just talk to him like that. His kid. His heart hurts in a very good way.

He’s about to say something, but Dick interrupts him, his teeth bared full, “Weren’t you on the news for hitting an old lady with your car?”

Bruce freezing. Dick goes back to his gameboy. They hold hands when they cross the street.

It’s both scary and comforting how little he changes when he’s an adult.

Jason, on the other hand.

Although he refuses to admit it, he does follow Bruce around, too, when his dad actually has to leave the manor. It’s when Alfred says he needs sun.

“You signed a contract, sir.”

Bruce sighing, “I signed it when I was 4. In black crayon. Those don’t count.”

Damian gasped, as if discovering a vile fact, sending an accusing glare Bruce’s way. “They don’t?”

Bruce needs an excuse to haul ass fast and that’s how Jason ends up chaperoning his socially awkward, disaster of a father in his quest to pick up food.

He’s a titanic presence next to Bruce, glaring off whoever stares a little too long or too appreciatively, strong arms crossed and his eyes hard and sharp.

Bruce gently taps his bicep and he hates the way he melts. “Do you want the chicken nuggets with or without apple slices?”

“Without.”

“Jay.”

“FINE.”

Give Jason his “he asked for No pickles” moment. It has to embarrass Bruce enough to jump in traffic, thought.

Damian has his own league and none of them can really compete with it. I think, during parent’s night, he drags Bruce off to proudly showcase his gallery of portraits.

Bruce is very moved when he realizes they’re almost all him.

There’s portraits of Dick, too, and Alfred, and a comically bad one of Tim. “Damian, they’re very beautiful. Thank you.”

“I painted them with the blood of your enemies.”

“…Thank you.”

[wilwheaton]

[itsliyahhbih]

Fat nuggets’ thread 🩷🖤