NEW VIDEO ALERT‼️📢 ✨Vlog Day 101-103 ♡ | The Last Time I Saw My Opa.✨
♡ This video has been immensly difficult to post. The day I edited this video, only 7 hours later, my Opa passed away. This video has been edited for days and I've struggled to post it. I debated not posting it at all. But I think I should.
I love you Opa. So much. I think of all the moments we shared throughout my childhood and I can't be more grateful to have someone like you to inspire me. To me you are as strong, immovable and powerful as the very skyscrapers you washed into your senior years. Watching your love with Oma, of almost 70 years, taught me how to build a beautiful love myself. You taught me honor and integrity and so many other things. You also taught me that it's ok to be silly and have fun and just be. Do Pilates in your underwear on the living room floor just because. Drink Jager and do one handed push-ups at 85 because someone said you're too old and you wanna prove them wrong. I'll never forget that, any of that. I love you. I miss you so much. I'll see you again one day, this I know for certain. Love you.
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Back at it again with my Danny is mom coded au’s, but this time it’s because of Clockwork that he suddenly has a whole ass teenage kid.
Clockwork had been bored or maybe he was playing a game against an opponent, or even lost a bet, whatever it was, he stepped in right as Jason was searching for his biological mother.
The DNA that would have registered itself as one Sheila Haywood, confirming Jason’s mother, glitched a terrible green across the screens of the batcomputer.
In those few moments of chaos Jason’s heart beat rapidly as he tried to figure out why the computer wasn’t working, wondering if his only chance to find his mom — his blood mom — would never find success.
Then as suddenly as things went wrong the DNA settled and pinged.
Jason watched, his chest tight, as one Danny C. Works, formerly Danny Fenton appeared onto the big screen.
Danny looked a lot like Jason, short cut black hair more straight than the subtle curls of Jason’s own; deep blue eyes, tired in a way that spoke of long days and nights, but with a warm happiness that made the familiar smile — the one Jason would see on himself every time he looked into the mirror — even more striking.
Jason didn’t linger too long on the male identifying gender, nor the fact his mom leaned more towards a masculine name or clothing.
There were plenty of male to female, and female to male leaning individuals that lived in Crime Alley. He had seen it enough to not even bat an eye at it, even now. After all, in Gotham you minded your business least you find yourself in business you can’t leave.
On a different monitor information of Danny C. Works piled for Jason to quickly browse through.
Danny was a senior engineer, no intimate relationships, and with no close connections to family outside of the tentative calls from Jasmine Fenton.
Danny was estranged from Jack and Madeline Fenton, a falling out that had occurred just a little before Danny’s high school graduation. If Jason calculated it correctly that would have been — around the season Jason himself would have been born.
Okay, so no grandparents then but I might have a maybe aunt. Jason scrolled further and stilled.
Twin toddlers: Dante and Danielle Works.
Jason had baby siblings.
He doesn’t let the sting of younger siblings consume him, doesn’t allow the whispering thoughts of why he had been given up when his younger siblings had been kept and so very obviously loved.
Jason took deep breathes, he didn’t have time to linger here. He had a family to get to, and a family he would get to.
It took almost all night to reach, the starlight night sky slowly and surely fading into cloudy wine as the sun rose, but Jason made it.
And when the door opened to his hesitant but firm knock, Jason was unable to speak. His mom — dad, maybe? Did they want to be mom or dad? — stood in the doorway, brows furrowed in confusion.
It was when Danny spoke his vigilante name did Jason only just realize that he was still dressed to the nine’s in his Robin costume.
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Ganon: So.
Farmer/Future-Wife/ReincarnationofDuelist: So.
Both: *Look at newborn infant sleeping in Ganon's arms*
Farmer: We agreed on 'Jade', right?
Ganon: Yes, of course.
Farmer: *Small smile* You still like the name, yes?
Ganon: *Lays back a bit in the rocking chair he had fashioned several months back* Mhm.
Farmer: *Watches him happily*
Ganon: *Looks up and over at Farmer*
Ganon: I'm not arguing with you, Dear.
Ganon: *Chuckles* Why do you keep looking for a fight when I wish not to have one?
Farmer: *smiles and laughs gently* Because It's called 'teasing', Ganon.
Farmer: Ain't the kind of fight yer used to winnin' and still won't.
Ganon: *Happily sighs and begins to slowly rock back and forth in the rocking chair*
Ganon: *His eyes fall back down on the sleeping newborn bundled in his arms*
Ganon: One of the few I will tolerate.
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Every update from Gaza and about Palestine in general is so utterly gut wrenching it’s impossible to imagine how Palestinian journalists are even able to stand straight through it. Just ungodly amounts of suffering that’s should be inconceivable for humans to be put through.
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