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I have many thoughts on how Legion territories are run and like... the politics and ranks outside of the main military. Priestesses, merchants, stuff like that. And like, I feel like some drugs and alcohol are allowed amongst the citizenship, just not in the army itself.
Lamenting that I lost the legionpropaganda url bc it’s attached to an account I no longer have access to
#thinking bout making a side blog for legion shit bc im back on my bullshit#caesars legion#fallout new vegas#when i say drugs i mean more medical stuff#tho they sometimes use psycho and jet in the arenas to make things more interesting#also have a new oc thats from a conquered tribe decended from a french horse riding club lmao#i think thinking about how tribes would have evolved post wombs#BOMBS NOT WOMBS#on mym omegaverse shit again too#bc of like how the sorrows were formed from students and tourists#hunter gatherer stuff intridges me since i got into roots of pacha#not a whole lot of neolithic fiction outside of the childrne of the earth series#which is.... not my taste
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I don’t even really like Danse. Last time we talked my Sole was like “we are not friends” and yet I have spent the past nearly 2 hours being LIVID on his behalf
#screaming and angry crying a lot#I drafted a rant in all caps#and then stomped back and forth for quite a while#the absolute audacity of Maxson#to not only give my Sole a pseudophilosophical lecture about what a human is#but to invoke the mother’s womb argument????#to a mother’s face??????#AND THEN#TO PRESUME TO TELL HER ABOUT WHY THE BOMBS DROPPED#WHEN HE WASNT EVEN THERE#there’s no way my Sole would have the restraint to speak so calmly to him#she would be screeching at the top of her lungs#he would have to treat very carefully if he wanted to live to see another day#elder Maxson#paladin Danse#fallout 4
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CHIBI !!!!!!!!!!!!! of the main cast. Ill do the supporting cast next. This is just a way to get the designs FINANLLY on paper because theyve been in my fuucking head FOR LIKE 4 MONTHS!!!!!!!! and making full blown refs is tough... I aint even finished Protags yet...but they will all have them eventually.
#some fun facts about each character in the tags!#protags body after the bombs fell was reconstructed by AI and said AI lives inside his womb and is your companion#heroine is said AI turned flesh by growing her own body out of proteins and your DNA - you both go on the journey of understanding what it#means to have an identity in the world you live in#heroine is only late game neutral route#chaos hero is a refugee who works for the covenant of god#he tries to be positive but reality is everything is scary and he hates it#law hero is whats classified as a mutant cuz her mother was a bomb survivor who died during childbirth!#she was taken in by the ring of gaea where most mutant and mutant descendants tend to live#cuz the church isnt exactly fond of them tbh#theres rumors they have their tumors that resemble horns/wings/etc from demon dna#when the bomb fell crazzzyy shit mixed into the water and stuff#c o n ta mination#radiation be rewriting dna n shit#art tag#original smt#original scenario#shin megami tensei#smt#smt oc
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me: yeah general sports fan trashtalk doesnt annoy me whatsoever, it's not serious to me or impacts me in anyway—
some guy: ___ is so clear of ___
me:
#i can laugh love giggle and enjoy with other fans but when they pull out This Phrase#im out im gone i want a physical altercation#half of the time the matchup is Not Logical#yall be setting them up#Coughing Baby vs Atomic Bomb type of lineup#Young Player Who Was Still in Womb in 2002 vs World Cup Winner#shameless when you all should be shamed#im literally ranting gksjdjdd this is nawt srs i swear im just waffing
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More like you're mom....
#splatoon#oc art#my art.#their team name is the bomb but with the b removed bc i am creative and intellectual and original#it sounds like womb i realize#oc: andy#oc: luc#oc: pen
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yknow i thought using a minion build against every boss in hk would have been easy
and then i got to uumuu
#i actually did it first try but man#not only do the glowing womb babies just blow themselves up against uumuu when its bubble is still up#but also once the oomas start appearing literally every minion is speedrunning to pop it first#and then poor little ghost gets exploded out of nowhere#the best trick ive come up with is to stay at the top#bc when the minions pop it youll likely have dragged uumuu close to you so the bomb would explode uumuu instead#but youll have to pray#its rough man#sauce plays hollow knight
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i played gauntlet with my dad a lot as a child and i think my choice in character really. it says something
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He was born in war and he died in war
“He was born in war and he died in war,” said Hani Mahmoud Qishta's cousin, cradling the corpse of the six-month-old in her arms. Hani was born on 23 October, the same day that both his parents’ lives were ended by Israeli bombs.
His father, who Hani takes his name from, was instantly killed by the Israeli air strike. Hani’s mother, eight months pregnant at the time, was severely wounded in the attack and rushed to a hospital in Rafah, southern Gaza.
“They did a caesarean section and Hani was born well. The mother died hours later,” his relative, who did not give her name, told Middle East Eye.
“His grandparents took care of him after.”
“But last night a Zionist air strike killed him, his two sisters, grandfather, grandmother and other family members,” she added.
At around 11pm on Sunday, the home of Hani’s grandfather in the al-Salam neighbourhood of Rafah was targeted by an Israeli air strike.
Several members of the Qishta family had been sheltering there. “Hani was just a baby who didn't see much of life… He looked exactly like [his] father and mother,” the relative said.
“There is also Layan Fadi Qishta, another child from the family who was killed. And Hani's two grandparents. And there was Shafi Qishta, who got married just over seven months ago in September. He was killed with his wife.”
Nine members of the Qishta family were killed in total, including four children. “They didn't get to live their childhoods and marriage to the fullest. What is their crime?” asked Hani's cousin.
“It's enough. We are tired.” Just days ago, another baby died in Gaza having been rescued from her dying mother's womb following an Israeli air strike. Sabreen al-Sakani was delivered by Caesarean section in Rafah on 21 April, after her mother was killed by Israeli bombardment. Sabreen, who weighed just 1.4kg when she was born, died four days later and was buried next to her mother.
Israel’s military pounded Rafah overnight and on Monday morning, killing at least 22 Palestinians in 11 homes across the city. It coincided with Israeli forces dropping flyers ordering displaced Palestinians to leave eastern areas of Rafah near the boundary fence separating Gaza and Israel. The flyers said the military was “about to operate with force against the terror organisations in the area”.
The forced ejection comes ahead of a planned Israeli ground invasion of Rafah, where more than one million Palestinians are sheltering in tents and makeshift homes. Israeli forces have killed at least 34,600 Palestinians since the war on Gaza began in October, the majority of them women and children, while a siege on the coastal enclave has left it on the brink of famine.
✍️ by Ahmed Aziz in Gaza, occupied Palestine
#all eyes on rafah#free rafah#save rafah#rafah crossing#rafah under attack#rafah#children#save the children#baby#baby death#child death#free Palestine#free gaza#I stand with Palestine#Gaza#Palestine#Gazaunderattack#Palestinian Genocide#Gaza Genocide#end the occupation#Israel is an illegal occupier#Israel is committing genocide#Israel is committing war crimes#Israel is a terrorist state#Israel is a war criminal#Israel is an apartheid state#Israel is evil#Israeli war crimes#Israeli terrorism#IOF Terrorism
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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Semifinals
Propaganda under the cut:
Sam/Dean:
I'm sorry but they have it all. children of metaphorical incest just continuing the cycle in any way they can. they are brothers and mother + son and wives and each other's scorned lovers and life partners they've had multiple infidelity arcs they are sexually psychopathic together they have forsook life and morality and the earth itself for each other and just love each other so much . They are literally in a heaven of their own making together for eternity, incestuously. Come on!!! Blueprint!!!!! It's not gay if he's your brother!!!!!
dean did stuff to sam's dead body in ahbl. i just know it
Messed-up, isolated sibs with all the daddy and abandonment issues. Their lives are so claustrophobic with the brothers no more than five feet apart in the car, a motel room, or standing next to civilians (face it, they are frigging magnets). Can't leave out that they are always touching each other to check for wounds which is a huge PLUS for any shipper.
Sam and Dean ARE literally the blowjob brothers. They walk into a situation and everyone goes well well well if it isn't the blowjob brothers....... And they say. Yep. That's us. And then they fix the situation with their epic love story
THE classic, iconic, show shopping, never done before etc. etc. incest ship. It changed fandom and it changed the world
Dave/Rose:
Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams
What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but you’re glad it’s with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because she’s your sister
I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always
We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together
Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i can’t say i love you but i know we’ll die together anyway. because we’re made of the exact same stuff. i’ll find you again at the last moment. that’s love.
THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR
Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.
do you realize love someone if you don’t follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the “ethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twins” trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but they’re still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each other’s eyes
#tournament polls#tumblr polls#incest poll#wincest#samdean#spn#daverose#dersecest#homestuck#semifinals#tw incest
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I really desperately want people to understand that the only difference between you and a baby is self control
The exact same things that comfort babies will also comfort you
Wrapped up in blankie? Huge trend over the pandemic, even invented new blankies
Warm drink? Have you met coffee?
Suckle instinct? Popsicles, pipes, we put shit in our mouths for a reason
Lullabies, soft smells, stroking the skin above your upper lip, gentle rocking, quiet dark spaces, car rides, all the shit that comforted you as a baby will 100% work on your adult human brain because your adult human brain is a baby with delusions of grandeur
We are all baby
(Note: not everything works the same way for everyone, trial and error is advised but if you can ask someone who raised you you’ll get some tips)
#i am baby#we are baby#neurology is actually just a whole damn thing#do we like baths because we’re wetbois in the womb?#no idea#but there’s no way to know#bubble baths are always great though#AND COOL BATH GELS AND BATH BOMBS AND SHIT#BABIES ARE RIGHT MAKE THINGS FUN#bars are just playgroup for adults
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"EFFECTS"
Pairings:Dom!Miguel O'hara x reader
Tags ; kitchen sex, dirty talk, mentions of a lactation kink, dom miguel! (switch¿?)
Summary: Last mission Miguel got hit by a weird red smoke one of green goblins smoke bomb but there's a different effect...
MDNI.
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It's been a few days, Jess said this would pass in a day or two, that the antidote should work quickly.
Yet right now you're getting pounded by Miguel. He doesn't even look like himself, red glowing eyes, veins running across his whole body, his sharp teeth's are out, his claws are digging into your flesh but not in a way to make you bleed, his sclera a shade of crimson.
“Don't spill it baby, keep your eyes on the bowl.” He groaned into your ear, pumping his cock into your cunt, you having cummed a while ago, the foamy ring around the base of his cock proving that fact.
“S-sorry.” You slurred, bent over the kitchen counter as you tried to mix the cookie batter properly in the bowl. But your mind is more stuck on the fact that there's pounds of cum just leaking out your pussy. You can't even count how many times he's came inside you, nor how many times you've came around his cock.
“I'm gonna get this pretty belly all swollen up, hm? What do you think about having kids?” He spoke, not stuttering once as his thrusts remained rhythmic. His balls slapping against your soaked pussy. “Yes- Mmgh- I wan' them.” You moaned out, your mind wasn't even working properly, your legs gave up a while ago, he's just holding you up by your hips at this point.
“That's right, you want my babies? I'll make sure you get them.” He huffed into your ear, speeding up his thrusts. “You'll look so pretty all swollen up, my pretty princess. You'll let me suck your tits, right? When they're all sore and heavy?” He spoke right against your ear, nibbling and licking the lobe.
“Yesyesyesyes- God yess!” You moaned out, arching your back and throwing your head back, cumming around his cock. He took this opportunity to grasp your head and lean his head back, sticking his tongue into your mouth and kissing you sloppily, drinking up your babbles and moans. “You're so cute.” He laughed, letting go of your head to dig his fingers into your hips.
His thrusts got sloppier, he groaned and gently bit down on your shoulder, rutting into you like a wild animal.
“God- Migg!-” You moaned, seeing stars as he pumped his load into you. Inhumane amounts of semen filling you up to the brim. There was no way you wouldn't get pregnant. “God your pussy is just- Sucking me in.” He groaned into your shoulder, nuzzling his head into your neck, rutting his hips slowy while the last strings of cum pump into your womb. The excess cum just spilling out your cunt and onto the kitchen floor, you felt light headed now.
You sighed in relief as he was finally done.
That was he slowly pulled his cock out, before slowly sliding it in. “Let's move to the bed, I'm tired of standing.”
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Instead of twisty trapdoor vaginas, we now have the Pill and the diaphragm. Instead of the Bruce effect, we have methotrexate and misoprostol. Instead of waiting for a less dangerous birth canal to evolve, we have midwives who help our newborns squeeze through the gauntlet and the miracle of modern C-sections. When, in other species, physiological evolution would have created a newly evolved feature to enable female reproductive choice, hominins used behavioural innovations instead—some of them social and others involving new tools and pharmaceuticals. That control we have over the most powerful levers of our evolutionary fitness got us to where we are today. It allowed the early human population to finally explode, expanding into nearly every ecological niche our ancestors stumbled upon. It also improved the survival rates of every pregnant female with a too-narrow pelvis and a greedy placenta.
What got us here is not tool triumphalism but womb triumphalism. Out species' success was, and still is, borne on the laboring bellies and backs of women who made difficult choices throughout their reproductive lives. The deep history of gynecology isn't just the story of how we found ways for women to suffer less; it's the story of why we are alive today at all.
So maybe we need a better narrative to describe humanity's "triumph." Our story doesn't begin with a weapon. It doesn't begin with a man. The symbols of our ultimate technological achievements shouldn't be the atom bomb, the internet, the Hoover Dam. Instead, they should be the Pill, the speculum, the diaphragm.
– Cat Bohannon (2023) Eve: How the Female Body Drove 200 Million Years of Human Evolution, pp. 236-7.
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Captain America
Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader
Warning: World War II, Fluff, Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Fluff, did I mention this fic is very fluffy?
Summary: Tom's son was deeply convinced his father was the British counterpart of Captain America, his favourite comic hero. In his son's mind, he was a hero for protecting his mother and himself on the open sea.
Simon Bennett was the spitting image of his father. Dirty blonde hair. The most brilliant shade of blue. His cheeky grin. And the mischievous nature even at the tender age of four.
He was created the night after his father returned home from France. A night filled with passion and no caution for consequences.
His mother, his father’s school sweetheart and the love of his father’s life, had given birth to him nine months later during an air raid.
Tom woke up to the blaring of the sirens. He turned to his side, softly kissing the woman next to him awake. „Sweetheart, we have to go.“
He got up from the squeaky old bed and rushed around for their pre-packed bag.
You softly sat up. Rubbing your eyes before getting slowly out of bed. The large stomach in front of you limits your movements. Tom walked over with your coat in his arm, helping you stand and wrapping it around your shoulders.
He led you outside, trying to shield you from any flying rubble or glass as you made your way to the nearest air-raid shelter. His anxiety grew the longer you remained outside.
It was hard for you to walk. Your ankles are swollen and your back is hurting from the weight of the baby and the impending birth. You were in your last month, a month you should rest and stay off your feet.
Tom wasn’t the religious type. But he prayed for you not to go into labour this night. He should have prayed harder he thought as you stopped in the middle of the street. Right in front of the shelter.
A pained sob escaped your lips as you held your stomach. „Sweetheart!“ He let go of the bag of clothes and important things to rush to you. „The baby!“ You gasped. Tom saw the puddle forming on the street. His panic and his fatherly instincts kicked in.
He rushed to the bag and picked it up before he rushed back to you and picked you off your feet and into his arms. He rushed into the shelter before they closed the door.
Bombs fell outside as your screams filled the room full of people. He was thankful as a nurse stepped forward and helped you deliver the baby.
Simon Bennett drew his first breath when the aircraft over Manchester was gone.
It was a welcomed sound in the shelter after the explosions and falling buildings. Cheers broke out as his son screamed for the first time.
His face was red and his fists waving around as he declared his malaise about not being nestled in his mother’s warm womb anymore. Tom chuckled as he held the small boy. His smile grew larger as the small boy wiggled closer to his chest.
It had been hard for him to leave them behind to go to sea again. He had no choice, cursing the stupidity of his youth. The navy had given him plenty of time to be with his family.
Before he left, he married you. With Simon in your arms and Lois and his niece Vera as your witnesses. He had never seen a more beautiful sight.
The goodbye was the hardest. Everyone cried. You, Lois, him, even Vera. But the cry of his beautiful son was the most heart-wrenching one. He had already seen your tears the first two times he had gone to sea. He knew his heartache, but he didn’t anticipate how much Simon’s little cry would wound him.
As often as you could, you would write him a letter. Sending pictures with a few letters so Tom would see how his son had grown over the months, later years, he wasn’t home.
In one letter you wrote about your new employment with Robina Chase. He was glad you found employment with Harry’s mother as her housemaid. You were able to take care of Simon and Vera while working. And you were out of the city and the danger.
My dear Tommy,
I hope you are well. We haven’t heard anything from the Navy. Robina’s military contacts couldn’t get through to the Navy. I guess you are engaged in a battle or you are too far to reach. I hope it’s the last.
Simon and Vera are getting along nicely. They started to crawl, giving me a hard time to clean the floors. Sometimes they would race each other, giggling like madmen.
He also started to make sounds. It’s funny how I would point to something and he would make a sound. His favourite so far is car noises. When you come home he can probably call you ‚daddy‘ or ‚papa‘.
Besides Simon’s progress, I think I made progress with our hostess. It seems Robina has grown fond of me. I am the caretaker of her granddaughter after all. She has given me more days off now. Inviting me to go on walks with her. Asking me about both children’s development. She seemed genuinely interested.
Your letters to him were his lifeline. His hope of returning home. Every chance he got he would write back. He wrote ten each day. Hoping some of them will reach you. He needed you to know he was still alive and well.
He would sew the pictures you send him into the pocket of his shirt so he could carry them with him at all times and not lose them. And if he should die, you and Simon would be next to him.
Simon was three years old when an American soldier gifted him his first Captain America comic.
You always had to read it to him at night time. He insisted on it. “He is like daddy.“ He would say. “Daddy is my Captain America.“ You smiled at your boy. His grin was always so cheerful when his eyes danced over the pictures on the paper. He loved the adventures of Steve Rogers. Imagining his father fighting the bad man at sea.
Robina had even gone out of her way and had smuggled some comics into England for Simon’s fourth birthday.
But his greatest gift was his father.
You were standing at the docs with Simon sitting on your shoulders. Both of you are searching for a familiar mop of blonde hair. It became a game as more men left the belly of the ship. ‚Spot Daddy‘ Simon called it.
As he finally spotted his father, Simon became more excited. He was shouting for him, waving enthusiastically.
Tom looked up as he heard an unfamiliar child's voice calling for his father. His brows moved together as the boy waved and even shouted his name.
His eyes widened as he saw the woman the boy was sitting on top of her shoulders. You smiled up at your son as best as you could before turning back to look in front of you. Watching him rush over to you. Weaving through his fellow shipmates before finally reaching the both of you.
He took Simon from your shoulders. Groaning mockingly as he held him to his chest. Kissing his red cheeks. „My boy has grown!“ He laughed. “he is better fed than I am.”
Simon hugged his father for the first time in his four years. Savouring the warm feeling. „Welcome home, daddy. I missed you.“ He mumbled into his neck. His small arms tightened around his neck.
Tom tightened one arm around his son’s body, while the other pulled you to his chest. Kissing both yours and Simon’s forehead. „Missed you more, kid.“ He whispered against his son’s cheek.
Tom came home from work. It was late afternoon, the sun had already set. His body was weary from the heavy lifting.
„Honey, I am home!“ He called as he walked further into the house. There was no reply, the house quiet. He walked into the living room, Simon sitting on the sofa, reading another comic.
The boy’s head turned, a large grin breaking out on his small face. It was infectious, a smile breaking out on his face. „Where is Mama?“ Tom asks softly. „Upstairs, Mary has been fussy all morning. Something about teething, Mama said.“ Tom nodded softly. Later he should have a look at how his two girls were fairing.
Simon went on to read his precious comic. Tom sat next to him on the cushion. „What is he doing now?“ „He is fighting Hydra. There is a bad professor who would like to recreate the super soldier serum.“
Tom smiles, reading the last pages with his son before whispering, „I think I saw the next one at the paper stand. Wanna check if it’s there?“ Simon eagerly nodded. Rushing off the couch and racing to the front door. Tom was not far, taking his son’s hand and skipping to the newspaper stand down the road.
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"OK, OK, take five! I know I'm gonna burst this time. I can feel it in my bones! My family wished me luck, but my boss just rolled his eyes and said he's not bothering to try and rehire my position. Ya'll gotta have faith in me, OK? I'm destined to pop like a balloon, I swear! Last time I pushed out sixteen kids! Like, holy fuck. I was immobile, so big I couldn't even be pushed out of my bedroom! I can't help it if my uterus is really strong! Guess I'm made to be a baby factory and not an egg that cracks open once and that's it. Even if I'm still totally jealous that so many of my other friends popped already! Like??? How haven't I? Every time I ask my doctor to up my dose of Femruptarin so I go kaboom! But no luck......
This time, this is the one. I can feel it! .... I know I always say that but still! Look at me. Four months and I'm so big I can barely walk or get up. I have to be primed for popping, to finally fulfill my purpose and get to experience the best fucking orgasm of my life as I watch my belly explode! This is getting ridiculous..... Can't a girl just be an over-inflated balloon in peace? My parents got the nursery ready, they're excited to raise another round of babies and def excited for all the extra money the government's paying for it! I give everything to them because they're the ones stuck with my busloads of kids as I sit here partying my butt off trying my hardest to finally burst!
I actually took even more Femruptarin than my doctor prescribed. I'm practically a junkie for the stuff, and the extra libido and more intense orgasms it gives you are definitely a plus. I mean, I love being the size of a zeppelin, so horny I need to rub my cunt over and over again in public, gushing out geysers of cum all over the floor, rolling back my eyes, convulsing as I say sorry over and over to the people walking by as much as the next girl.... but this is getting out of hand. I just want to finally burst! My family cannot wait to see my finally go off like a bomb! My coworkers and boss are starting to lose faith that they'll ever get to see it uploaded to my Insta or TikTok. But I know, no matter how strong my womb is, no matter how much it seems like I'm supposed to be some broodmare on a farm, pushing out piles of kids like crazy, I have to have a breaking point! I swear guys, I know I keep saying this, but this time I promise I'll pop for all of you! ❤️ Just you wait and see!"
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Exam Test Week™ is coming up next week, I, admittedly, have not done the best studying and I occasionally get quite stress (re: minor bouts of self (albeit aware of the fact) hate)
Anyways, how do the Batfam deal w/ their stress (assuming said stress is very high). (Angst is allowed)
Dick: goes for a five-mile run with Bitewing
Jason: reads his favorite books by the light of a burning building that he has absolutely nothing to do with whatsoever
Tim: comes up with ten new contingency plans
Damian: stalks his other siblings while brooding
Duke: screams into a bucket
Cullen: buries himself in a pile of laundry
Stephanie: eats an entire tub of ice cream while crying
Cassandra: picks a fight with the first Rogue she sees
Barbara: binges an entire Netflix series
Harper: procrastinates by building a cool but impractical taser cannon
Carrie: spams memes in the family group chat
Kate: shuts down and goes into Military Mode
Alfred: buys some cheap plates and shoots them in the backyard
Selina: lights some candles, starts a bath with a scented bath bomb, and pretends she's in the good ol' days of the womb
Bruce: he doesn't
#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#duke thomas#cullen row#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#barbara gordon#harper row#carrie kelley#kate kane#alfred pennyworth#selina kyle#bruce wayne#batman#batfamily#batfam#batboys#batbros#batgirls#batkids#batsiblings#batman family#dc comics#headcanon#tw mental health mention#do not try this at home#ask#anonymous
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ive been in the layton fandom since i was naught but a pile of goop in the womb and let me tell you there is no worse fate. i wish i couldve joined fandom during this nwos era where its just ranlay and desmond sycamore giving birth. there is no worse fate than having been a layton fan from 2008. imagine being a 9 year old girl and you come back inside from eating dog food and pretending to be a warrior cat in the backyard, and you go into the computer room to see some professor layton stories on fanfiction.net. you see one story written abt some guy called legal luke and you realize theyre talking about lukes adult future self from the new game you can only find clips of recorded by someones docomo phone on youtube and theyre speaking japanese bc the games not out in english yet
you think "why do they call him legal luke. he tried to destroy the city with a big robot thats actually illegal people cant do that"
10 years pass. you are 19 years old. luke from professor layton is just like you fr so youre transgender now and named after him. you just got back from your shift from burger king where you fantasized about a bomb going off. as soon as you lay down on your bed it hits. you realize why they called him legal luke. yuo thought abt killing yourself that day
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