#we all will be together

[catalisst]

[believingispowerfulmagic]

We All Will Be Together

Summary:  Set in my “The Christmas Wish” verse. Santa has granted Henry and Roland’s wish by making them brothers. Robin and Regina have decided to stay married. Follow them as they spend their first year as a family by seeing how they celebrate the special occasions throughout the year.

Chapter 1: FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter 8: Summer Adventures

FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Excerpt:

Barking.

Robin sat up in bed, frowning. Had he dreamed he heard the barking? Or was a neighbor's dog defending their home from some intruder? Did any of their neighbors have a dog?

That was probably something he should've known after living there for almost seven months.

He headed into the hallway as he heard the barking again. So it definitely wasn't a dream but it still didn't rule out it being a neighbor's dog. Robin walked downstairs and followed the sound until he got to the backdoor. His stomach twisted into a knot as he opened the door and looked down to find a brown shaggy dog sitting by his door.

"Hello there," he said, crouching down. "Are you lost?"

Robin went down to one knee, brushing through the dog's fur to see if he wore a collar. But his hands didn't find one and he sighed. "I guess not. Maybe you have a chip so we can get you home," Robin said.

"Robin? Who are you talking to?" Regina's voice came from behind him and she sounded both confused and amused.

He sighed and stood, turning to her. "We have some company in the backyard."

"Company?" she asked, stepping closer to him. She leaned past him as her eyes widened. "Oh."

The dog tried to come into the house but she gently pushed him back out into the yard. "Oh no. You're not coming in here," she told him.

"He has no collar," Robin said. "I'm hoping he's chipped."

"I don't know," she replied. "He doesn't look like he's been groomed. And I'm not sure he's been trained. I think he might be a stray."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Either way, the shelter should be able to help him, right?"

She nodded. "Absolutely. They'll find him a home if he doesn't have one and I'm sure he'll be a spoiled puppy in no time."

"Okay," he said, knowing she was right. He kissed her cheek. "Let me go get changed so I can bring him to the shelter."

"Sounds good," she replied. "I'll start breakfast. Any requests?"

"Whatever you feel like," he said, knowing that while her morning sickness had subsided, she still had some food aversions due to the pregnancy. It was best to let her set the menu for now.

She hummed, grinning. "My favorite words after 'yes, dear'."

He chuckled. "I can imagine."

"Can we have pancakes?" Roland asked, appearing on the stairs. "Please?"

"I think pancakes are a great idea," Regina said, holding out her hand to him. "Do you want to help me?"

Roland nodded, coming down the stairs to take her hand. As they headed into the kitchen, Robin headed upstairs to change. His thoughts turned to the dog sitting in their yard, wondering how the pup had gotten there. Before marrying Regina, he had contemplated getting a dog for him and Roland to help round out their family. Now that they were soon to become a family of five, he had put those thoughts aside – for now. Maybe he would talk to Regina once their child was older about getting a dog.

Unless they had another child…

"Slow down there," he told himself. "Let's take this one step at a time and handle the child you are expecting before you start planning for more."

He finished changing before heading downstairs. Robin frowned as he saw both boys now pressed to the backdoor, looking outside. Sighing, he realized they had discovered their guest. "I see you found our visitor," he said.

They jumped up before nodding. Roland asked: "Where did he come from?"

"I don't know," Robin replied, ushering the two away from the door and to the kitchen. "I'm going to take him to the shelter after breakfast and they can see if he has an owner. If he doesn't, they can find him a good home."

"Can't we give him a good home?" Henry asked, clasping his hands together as he looked up at Robin with big eyes. "Please?"

Robin sighed, shaking his head. "I'm afraid not."

Both boys sighed before Roland asked: "Why not?"

Sighing, Robin sat down on the stairs. "Because your mum is pregnant with your brother or sister. Having a new dog and a new baby in the house will be tough."

"We promise to take care of him," Roland said as Henry nodded. "Please, Papa?"

"I'm sorry, boys," Robin replied, shaking his head. "But now's just not the right time for a dog."

Both sighed and hung their heads. Robin's heart broke for them and he wrapped his arms around them, hugging them close. "We can talk about getting a dog in a couple years, once your brother or sister is older, okay?"

"Okay," they said, though it didn't sound like their mood had much improved.

"What happened?" Regina asked as they walked into the kitchen.

Robin took a deep breath. "The boys found the puppy in the yard and asked if we could keep him. I explained we couldn't and they are a bit bummed."

"Oh," she replied, pulling the two into a hug. "I'm sorry, darlings. How about some pancakes to cheer you up?"

"A puppy would be better," Roland said with matching puppy eyes.

She shook her head. "Not now. The best I can do now is give you pancakes with chocolate chips."

They both sighed. Henry finally nodded. "Okay."

"Go sit at the table," she told them. "Breakfast will be ready shortly."

She caught Robin's eye and he could almost read her mind. This wasn't likely the last time the boys would ask for a dog. He just hoped that once the baby came, Henry and Roland would realize that it wasn't time to get a puppy. And he also hoped that they really could revisit the topic in a few years.

Because he wouldn't mind a dog either – just with older children.

"Can I get you two something to drink?" he asked, hoping the conversation was dropped for at least that day.

"Orange juice, please?" Henry asked as Roland repeated the same request. Robin nodded, pouring them both orange juice. As they ate their breakfast, it seemed all talk about getting a dog was done.

Regina handed him a plate. "Here you go."

"Thank you," he said, kissing her cheek. He then asked in a whisper: "You think they're done?"

"Asking for a dog?" she asked, turning her back to the boys. She then shook her head. "This isn't the last we're going to hear about it."

He sighed. "That's what I thought."

"We should probably talk about it," she said. "Make sure we're on the same page."

"Agreed," he replied, kissing her cheek. "Thank you."

She hummed, waving her spatula toward the table. "Go sit down. You need to eat and then get that dog to the shelter so he can go to a good home."

He saluted her. "Yes, ma'am."

"How are the pancakes?" he asked, sitting down with his sons.

"Very good," Roland said. "Mom makes the best pancakes."

Robin chuckled, pouring some syrup on his pancakes as Regina joined them with a plate of her own. "Yes, she does," he agreed.

"So, what do you want to do today?" she asked the boys, taking the syrup from Robin to pour it on her own pancakes.

The boys both perked up and started to make suggestions for how they could spend their Saturday. None involved adopting the dog still in the backyard, which was a relief for Robin. He started to relax, confident they had successfully pushed talk of getting a dog back at least another year. And hopefully once he and Regina got on the same page about pets, they would be able to handle the next conversation and possibly the conversation after that.

When they were ready, they would get a dog.

[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.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.

[hansoeii]

only you.

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[whatbigotspost]

I need y’all to understand that every time that somebody who makes $10,000 a year thinks that somebody who makes $30,000 a year thinks that somebody who makes $50,000 a year thinks that somebody who makes $100,000 a year thinks that YES EVEN somebody who makes $150,000 a year is the real enemy

…a billionaire wins and we all lose.

And every time that somebody who makes $150,000 a year thinks that they’re better than somebody else who makes $100,000 a year thinks that they’re better than somebody else who makes $50,000 a year thinks that they’re better than somebody else who makes $30,000 a year thinks that they’re better than somebody else who makes $10,000 a year

…a billionaire wins and we all lose.

Privilege and comfort rises with income, obvi. It’s not all “the same.” But please zoom the fuck out and look at the whole picture. The WHOLE picture.

[wildrbst]

It's waaaay past halloween so ig this is just an au art now ://

squash him

[fandomsworstnightmare]

"We're home!"

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[jaybee2000]

I must not watch election coverage. Election coverage is the mind-killer. Election coverage is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will cast my vote. I will permit the result to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the election coverage has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

[bishopinblue]

Hey y'all. A bit of a more serious topic to get onto this morning with the tiktok ban around the corner and all. This is probably going to be much bigger than some people make it out to be.

A lot of folks are deleting anything by Meta from their devices in response to this. I think this is a great idea as those apps steal more data than tiktok. But I want to implore people who have deleted Meta/Facebook not to redownload it after this is all over. Let it rot.

Shareholders have supposedly bought up stocks from Meta now that their value has nose dived. What this means is once people start using it again, it's value increases, and so does the money with it, making the rich richer.

It is extremely important, especially now with Inauguration in a few days, that you don't let them have that money back. This is inside trading and how they get more money without losing much to begin with. If we are going face first into an Oligarchy for the next 4 years, make it hurt them.

It takes 30 days to delete a Facebook account. Just wait and see the value drop again once profiles actually start going black. Choke out their flow of finances and leave them to starve. Going to RedNote and deleting apps like Facebook is causing ripples. Keep at it. Make them sweat.

[quixoticprince]

Desperately needed to do another shitpost and that Will Smith cock shame meme came to mind - I couldnt decide who fit who as you can see so now theres just a red and blu version lol which maybe indicates they dont quite fit the meme but shh Also kinda looks like a conspiracy board

I dunno why Scout would care so much about whether or not they stay together (they're the teams rock😩)

Cut below is me playing around with the images lol

I just thought it was funny

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

Imagining this Viktor sassing Mel. No screen on earth could have handled their power, I fear.