In a Single Night
I see a bunch of 'Brucie punching Vlad at a Gala because he was being a creep towards a forced to attend Danny' and bring forth Selina about to skin a creepy man with her claws after she sneaks into his fancy party hes having to steal a cat relic he has (also steals his cat as well) and finds a recently recaptured Dani (Ellie) whose forced to play the 'perfect' daughter role for the night.
Or we can have Tim overhear Vlad threatening Danny saying "Do as I say Daniel, we wouldn't want your tiny failure of a clone to destabilize do we?" And that, that sends Tim on a warpath against Vlad Masters. (Clone Rights!!!! -Tim says)
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Single Mom AU: Christmas Tree
Yang: (busts through the door with her arms fully laden with holiday decorations) Alright! Let's get to decorating!
-Silence-
Yang: Blake? Kela?
-snickering coming from the newly erected tree in the corner-
Yang: ......If that tree is laughing, I'm never drinking Nora's homemade eggnog again.
-more giggles-
Yang: (walks over to the tree and pulls back the branches toward the upper half)
Kela: (lounged on two branches and batting at one of the built-in lights) Hi, Yang!
Yang: (blinks) Hello. How did you get up here?
Kela: What do you mean? I climbed.
Yang: Uh-huh.... silly me for asking. Where's your mom?
Kela: (points towards the bottom of the tree closest to the wall) Down there.
Yang: (blinks again) Right... (releases the branches and pulls back the limbs on the back of the tree)
Blake: (hidden amongst the branches, sitting in a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor and using the string of lights to read her book) Welcome home, dear.
Yang: .....Thanks..... why are you and Kela in the tree?
Blake: It's cozy.
Yang: Uh-huh.... Well, I'm going to go decorate the rest of the house now.
Blake: I'll be out soon to help.
Yang: Uh... thanks. (Closes the branch curtain and proceeds to start decorating the house) That must be what Ilia was warning me about.
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This "lights on head empty" look is for me yelling at him to get the fuck back down before he knocked everything over. I was yelling at him on his way up there as well. The brass antique vase did a whole wing-wing-wing 360° wobble when his tomfool ass jumped on it to scale the cabinet. Mfer hears yelling the same way swallows hear the rain.
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The other day, I joked with my sister that sometimes I think I might be aromantic (trying to get her to stop pushing her sappy happily-ever-after narrative on me because, as I've been telling her for 20 years, I do not dream of a romantic relationship. do not want. not interested.)
Then I sat with that thought for a minute, and later that night I looked up signs that someone might be aromantic and went "...huh. go figure."
y'all, I finally had my queer "a-ha" moment! lol
always knew (though didn't always have the words) that I'm bisexual and genderqueer. had NO IDEA all this time that the reason I struggle with separating romantic and platonic love (when I was younger I used to say the only difference to me is sexual attraction) isn't just that my neurospicy brain loves my friends and family with a depth and devotion that pretty perfectly mirrors the way romantic love was described to me as a kid, but also because I just don't feel that pull. my "crushes" are and have always been either just pure sexual attraction or a strong desire to befriend someone, sometimes both, but never a pull to tie my life to theirs, do the white picket fence thing, etc.
my high school girlfriend once said that my definition of romantic love sounded to her like friends with benefits. how it took me 17 years to really think about my confusion in that moment (I immediately wondered, but was smart enough not to ask out loud, "what's the difference?") and wonder what others were understanding that I just wasn't is beyond me.
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Y'know how you love some characters so much that you start calling them "my kids" ?
Yeah those two are some of my kids
I have 5 fictional kids that are my ocs lool
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