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i just wanna take care of him :( i wanna hug him and tell him how pretty and cute he is :(
#someone protect my baby#lukie pookie#i think not even my therapist can help me with this#luke skywalker x reader#luke skywalker#star wars#star wars a new hope#star wars empire strikes back#star wars return of the jedi#a new hope#empire strikes back#return of the jedi
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Some of you ship tedbecca, tedtrent, and/or roykeeleyjamie and was extremely disappointed that none of them set sail in the finale but none of you will ever understand the pain of my otp not happening,
Dr Jacob X Being Reported/Losing License
#Dr Jacob x Losing his License deserved justice!!!#ted didn't want to meddle but buddy u cant tell me u trust someone who manipulated/preyed on your baby mums?#he told u to make space and then conveniently filled that space??#this isnt a 'my ex-wife business' this is a 'my family business' and u need to protect your VULNERABLE baby mum for your son's safety!!#ted lasso#ted lasso analysis#tedependent#tedtrent#tedbecca#roy x jamie x keeley#roy x keeley x jamie#reelie
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He looks desperate and funny, miserable and funny, speechless and funny, silly and funny
#house#house md#james wilson#robert sean leonard#rsl#s06e13#someone help him protect his tv!!!#my silly baby#adorable cutie#can't think of any other word can describe him anymore
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The Pale King and His Pure Vessel
#hollow knight art#hollow knight#hk pale king#pale king#hk pure vessel#hollow knight thk#oops someone just spilled their ornag juice#my art#srry it's a little messy but I just wanted to get this out without having to spend hours on rendering#i keep changing up pk's wings *sweats profusely*#also teen hollow :( protect#edit: got some questions in the reblogs and yea that is xero. u know that one fic w/ baby hornet getting caught in the crossfire#like in the assassination attempt... i was like what if that was hollow and that's when the brainrot took hold#dusky.art
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A fledgling dragon
#art#my art#digital art#fanart#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#game of thrones#asoiaf fanart#got#asoiaf art#daenerys targaryen#daenerys stormborn#listening to a game of thrones at the moment and shifting into asoiaf mode hard#keep sitting there wishing these children were in school and not going through the horrors#ah the joys of being an adult revisiting things you enjoyed as a teenager and going oh my god these are babies someone protect them please
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one of the things that hits really nicely for me with Astarion's romance is that he never really encourages or wants you to be some kind of "protector." there are several instances where you can offer him that; protection, swear to him you'll kill cazador, or after his personal quest--I don't have the screencaps on hand, but you can directly say to him that he'll never have to need something like the ritual, because you'll protect him, and HE says back something along the lines of "It would be nice to not need you as my grand protector.... but I appreciate the thought." -- there's tinges here early in act 1 maybe of distrust of faulty promises yes, and considering Tav naive / not comprehending the power of cazador and therefore unhelpful, but even as you proceed, he's never interested in trading a lack of protection for a dependency on a protector.
in fact, the only time he's like "I'm doing it for US... to keep US safe <3" is when he's trying to manipulate/convince Tav into letting him do the ritual. "You want whats best for me right <3333" is the thing he actively uses to try and sway you over to his side, because he knows that's an emotional string to pull on.
there's an insistence of preferring equality in the subtext there; that protection or a skewed imbalance is not what Astarion wants, at his core. he doesn't want a nurse, or to be pitied, or be beholden to anyone. to try and pity him invites his irritation, even outrage. trying to swear to protect him at best gets a fond "I appreciate the Thought" and at worst a "don't be a fucking idiot." it would be veeeeery easy for the narrative to slip into something generic about being able to fix him, but it insists on someone to depend on as equals. give and take in true partnership. and in the post-ritual ending you can really feel the lack of equality there too--only now, he's in the position of both """"protector"""", and more so than that, obsessive beholder of Tav, and he exercises it in overt fashion; of course he'll protect you, your future, your life, is his after all. (and there's a LOT about that that's very interesting to me, and equally as complex & intricate as the no-ritual route in which two people meet on equal footing.) the game never shames this approach of wanting to protect him either, it acknowledges the good intent, and simply shows in Astarion's reactions that there's more here to it than that.
#bg3 meta#bg3 spoilers#like one thing I wanted to avoid throughout my playthrough was winding up in a position where#Tav/Emrys is babying him or putting him down as someone who needed to be Protected and Defended#in my specific playthrough anyways Emrys is noooot interested in being someone's nurse#since it's the kind of trope that can be easily fallen into; but the game doesn't really allow it#Astarion doesn't really allow it#he's just Not interested in that. he doesn't think you can protect him and even at the very end#when you PROVE you can#he isn't interested in that dynamic. he's interested in a partnership of equals#vs the ritual ending where there's no equality; there's possession and desire in its place#both are so interesting & so quick to subvert the expectations of the narrative#like they knew it would be possible to push the I'll Protect You With My Life button and it's never the thing#he's most receptive to#even at the beginning. 'i'll watch your back if you watch mine' hits better for him than promising his safety#because you can't... promise that. not really.#anyways. babygirl.#astarion
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Ted grinned as Grayson walked away, his shoulders hunched and his hands balled into fists. He hadn’t bothered laying out the evidence or the proof—both were easy enough to find, connecting Grayson’s disappearances with Nightwing’s appearances was like playing a goddamn match-2 game.
And it was no wonder that Grayson had the highest close rate of the precinct when he could just go and get whatever evidence he wanted. But Ted didn’t care about that. Not anymore.
No, he didn’t care that Detective Richard Grayson was Nightwing. He cared that Richard Grayson-Wayne was Nightwing. Ted was about to become very rich—if Grayson did as he was told.
Ten million. He would give Grayson two days to cough it up, or he’d go straight to Vicki Vale. Or perhaps Arkham, he knew a couple of guards there and surely someone in those cells would pay handsome money to know who Nightwing was under the mask.
Hell, he could even do all three. He held the cards here.
Ted smiled at Grayson’s pinched face.
Ted gave a parting smirk to Grayson as he left for his smoke break. The man had begun ignoring him, as if that would make the deadline go away. He had a little less than twenty hours.
Ted had gone ahead and got a visitor’s pass for Arkham for the day after tomorrow. He’d worry about specifics after he knew whether or not Grayson would come through.
It was cold outside, late afternoon edging into evening. He passed by a couple of other officers as he headed deeper into the alley. He lit the cigarette and took the first puff dreaming about the island vacation he’d be taking.
First class. Gourmet food. Five star resort and margaritas on the beach. Life was about to become much better.
A flicker of movement caught his eye and he turned, unhurried, as the garbage bag ruffled in the shadows, straightening.
Up. And up. And up. Until it resolved itself into a slender figure dressed all in black and most definitely not a garbage bag.
Ted blinked. The Bats usually only came out at night. And that they rarely ever ventured into Bludhaven.
Oh, so Nightwing had decided to take a different option out of his little predicament. It really was a shame—Ted might’ve even left him alone if he’d gotten the money. Now? Now it was fair game. And everyone knew the Bats didn’t kill.
Ted turned away from the figure and back towards the front of the alley—he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a figure dressed in black and purple, dangling their legs off the fire escape, grinning down at him.
He picked up his pace a little bit—he’d get back to the precinct and make it very clear to Grayson that his mind games weren’t going to work. The money, or the Joker was going to know exactly where to strike.
Someone stepped in front of the alley, blocking the entrance and Ted slowed his steps before coming to a stop.
Red helmet. Red bat. They didn’t know a whole lot about Gotham’s vigilantes, but the Red Hood was a sore topic for every gang in the city.
Ted slowly, quietly, moved his hand to his gun.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a voice said behind him, almost breathing on his ear, and Ted shrieked, drawing the gun and twisting around.
He was disarmed before he even knew what was happening, the gun yanked out of his fingers as he was shoved back, hard, sent stumbling back into the dumpster. Above him, the girl in the black-and-purple suit giggled.
“Hood gets a bit testy about guns.” A tall figure in black-and-red, removing the clip, the bullet and tossing each piece in a different direction.
“I don’t get testy,” the Hood rasped, low and rough, “If someone points a gun at me, it’s only fair that I get to point a gun right back.”
“We’re trying to get him to stop using guns so much,” the girl said, sotto voce.
Ted turned back to the mouth of the alleyway. The Red Hood had a tire iron slung over one shoulder.
“What—what do you want? My wallet? My phone? I—I didn’t do anything,” he raised his hands. He would’ve backed away, but the figure in black was giving him the hives and he didn’t want to get any closer to them than necessary.
“Tt. We all know that’s a lie.”
Ted literally did not see where Robin had come from. He’d been staring as the Hood took slow steps forward, he’d blinked, and then suddenly there was a kid in green-and-yellow scowling in front of him.
A kid with a sword.
Ted immediately cast a glance skywards, because where Robin was Batman wasn’t far behind, before the strangeness of the situation settled into him. He was being menaced by a bunch of idiots in masks, in an alley in broad daylight.
“Look, I don’t know what you want but I’m a cop, you can’t just—”
“You know exactly what we want,” the girl said, swinging her feet. The all-black one took a single, menacing step forward.
“You messed with the wrong fucking Bat, asshole.” Hood tilted his helmet to one side.
“If you even dare to touch him—” the katana flashed. “I will remove your hands.”
“Look, Officer Devins,” the one in black-and-red said, “We’re willing to be reasonable. Leave Dick Grayson alone, and nobody has to get hurt.”
Ted was itching to shoot one of them—now he understood why his friends in Gotham were so fed up with their vigilante problem.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied baldly, “I didn’t do anything to Grayson. Can I go now?”
#my snippets#outsider pov#someone tries to blackmail nightwing#pity he doesn't know about nightwing's host of protective baby siblings
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Wind felt miserable.
Not that he hadn't felt worse, of course. Because he totally had. Getting almost killed by Ganondorf? Way worse.
But still. He felt pretty bad.
His head was pounding. His nose was all stuffed up. His throat was scratchy, and his stomach churned uncomfortably. It wasn't the end of the world, really. It just... sucked.
Wind shifted uncomfortably in the bed. He could see dull light shining through the window, an indication that the others would likely be getting up. He wasn't keen on being the last one up (not that it was possibly - Sky would likely sleep another hour at least, if allowed); the last thing he wanted was for the rest of the group to think he couldn't handle a simple cold.
Sniffling, Wind slowly sat up, wincing as he swallowed against his worsening sore throat. He remembered when he got sick on his first journey. He remembered how isolating it was, all of a sudden, not having anyone to take care of him. He remembered learning that he had to rely on himself.
He knew he didn't necessarily have that same issue here. But everyone else had been babying him enough. He didn't need to give them an excuse.
But he felt miserable.
"Sailor?"
Wind jumped, startled, looking up to see Hyrule hovering over him. His friend had a strangely wary look to him, eyebrow raised.
"Yeah?" Wind winced at how bad his voice sounded.
Hyrule's eyebrows drew downward and together, concentration written on his face as he leaned forward to put a hand to the teenager's forehead. Wind immediately reeled back, swatting him away.
"I'll be fine," Wind insisted. He felt bad for rebuffing the traveler, but stubbornness and pride overruled. He was a Hero of Hyrule just like the rest of them, he didn't need special treatment for a cold.
"It's dangerous to assume so when you can sleep somewhere safe," Hyrule noted, letting his hand fall to his side. "Get some more rest."
"I'm okay!"
"It's way too freaking early for people to be yelling," Legend snapped as he stormed over. Wind shriveled back a hair, knowing how irritable the veteran hero could be this early in the morning, but then he puffed out his chest in defiance.
"Yeah, well, Traveler's babying me when I don't need it," Wind argued.
"You sound like a goose blowing through a bugle," Legend immediately fired back, crossing his arms. "We're not leaving yet anyway."
Wind was outnumbered and he knew it. It didn't help that his own mind and heart were at war, desperate for some comfort when he felt so poorly but also trying to save face.
The door opened as Wild reentered the room, having likely woken up ages ago. He paused when he saw the trio, tilting his head to the side. "What's up?"
"Our sailor is sick," Hyrule reported.
"Oh. Want some tea?"
Wind wilted into the bed. Tea sounded great, actually. But what sounded even better was his grandmother's soup, his pillow fluffed, the sound of the ocean lulling him back to sleep, and his family's warm presence. The fight was quickly draining out of him. He just wanted to stop feeling awful.
He tried one last time, though the sound of defeat was already in his tone. "I'll be okay, guys."
Legend hummed. "Wonder what the captain of the old man would think of that."
Wind stiffened. "Don't you dare!"
The veteran laughed. "Then lay back down, you congested goose."
Huffing, Wind irritably tucked his feet back under the blanket and glared at the trio as he laid down once more. Legend smirked in smug satisfaction, while Wild gave a gentler smile, leaving to presumably make tea. Hyrule watched him the longest, expression gentle, before nodding to himself and plopping on his own bed, fiddling with his bag.
Wind wasn't sure when he had fallen back asleep. All he knew was when he woke it was to someone brushing hair out of his face, it was to the smell of peppermint, the gentle murmurs of several voices, the pitter patter of rain on the roof, the soft glow of candlelight. He peeled one eye open blearily and saw Time sitting beside his bed, gaze elsewhere while his fingers mindlessly twirled a lock of Wind's hair. Someone was talking to him, it seemed. A cup of tea was on the nightstand, nice and warm as steam curled lazily from its contents.
One last, tiny, stubborn voice protested the scenario, eager to prove himself. He ignored it. He felt miserable, and he wanted comfort. Wind let Time continue to card through his hair for a little while longer. Then he'd sit up and drink the tea Wild had made.
Then he'd let his newfound family take care of him, just like he always did back home.
#writing#lu wind#linkeduniverse#linked universe#this didn't come from a sicktember prompt but it's still a sickfic in september so#sicktember#Hyrule's protective instincts kick in when someone is sick#he's a survivalist#being ill is dangerous in his world if they're not somewhere safe#so he's insistent on staying somewhere safe#at least that would be my interpretation of his reaction#the whole chain will care for the baby of the group in their own ways
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listen,….. we don’t know y hermie didn’t grow up with his dads but i already know its going to DEVASTATE ME when anthony tells us bc i know they would have loved the little joker, our sweet little thespian (also big brother nick hellooooooo)
#dungeons and daddies#dndads#dndaddies#jodie foster#scam likely#hermie the unworthy#scam actually#nick close#nick foster#nicholas foster#nicholas close#scodie#idk wtf is their ship name someone help#my art#wasn’t originally gonna make a lil comic but then i was like what if they didn’t tell nick and he comes home one day to hell and hermie is j#just there and everyone’s like o FUCK WE DIDNT TELL U LOL#also the idea that hermie is just now learning of his true family and he has a uncle and brother and two dads he’s never met but (i hope i b#believe i want it to be true) they love him v v much and the thought of nick meeting hermie and immediately taking on a big brother role mal#makes me wanna CRY bc he’s already taylor’s friend and yeah he said trust no one but he’s good to his son and he’s his baby brother who he’s#never met but what if he just feels v protective over him bc he’s been thru so much already and is now having an identity crisis bc WHO IS H#HERMIE??? like idk it’s a bit melancholic to think abt what if they were in each other’s lives??? how would have nick been as a big bro???#sigh it’s 2am and i have work in 5 ish hours but i just had to get this outttt
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GOTG3 SPOILERS
Whenever Rocket stands before the cage, staring at the baby raccoons, it's not only the reality that, hey, he is a raccoon, but it's facing everything he had been through. You can see the thought process happening on his face. These sweet innocent creatures, everyday trying to exist. They weren't disgusting or vile or an abomination. He wasn't disgusting or vile or an abomination. He, just like the baby raccoons, was just existing, until someone decided to change that state of existence
It's the revelation that the High Evolutionary harmed him when he was a baby. When you're young, you don't really know how young you are, and besides the time spent with Lylla and Teefs and Floor, playing hide n seek, he didn't have a chance to be a child, to be a baby. He always had to be something for someone else, even if that someone was himself. He had to be brave and tough and resilient for himself, too. It's the realization that the High Evolutionary took from him not only the comfort of not being sentient, from dull to way too vibrant, but also took from him his kit hood, and he wasn't going to let the high evolutionary do that to these young kits.
It's a moment of connection and realization. He was so young. He didn't even realize it. It's probably even harder realization now that he is a dad.
It's a startling realization and it starts him into action.
He's quickly grabbing all of the baby raccoons he can, bending down, picking them up, putting them on his shoulders, holding them in his arms, and then, as soon as the high evolutionary rounds the corner, he ushers them off. He takes his hands and scoops them down n off his body, ready, willing, to take the brunt of whatever force.
It's reminiscent of how he protected Groot's body in endgame; shielding as much of Groot, his son, with his own body, to protect him from harm. He's shielding and protecting these baby raccoons, not only because they showed him his reality before the torture, the sweet innocence, (and how could somebody hurt these creatures? -Rocket's thought process), not only because they too could've gone through what he went through, but because they're kits, they're babies.
I just love Rocket, his arc, his development, and this scene really shows so many aspects of Rocket himself. His bravery, and courage, and his willingness to protect. These characteristics he's always had.
#from vol 1 my baby has been brave and courageous and protective#hes#just...been through so much#guardians of the galaxy#rocket raccoon#peter quill#marvel#star lord#gotg#gamora#drax#groot#nebula#gotg vol 3 spoilers#gotg 3#guardians of the galaxy volume 3#also#im really sorry if someone has done this before just lmk#rocky paper quill
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girl please, Charlie Swan is Team Werewolf and you know it
#it's like Bella has no conception of the socioeconomic symbolism attached to these monsters!!#girl why on earth would the middleclass police chief of a tiny rural town in Washington#choose the wealthy murderous parasites?????#OK besties as i'm typing that out i see why charlie might side with the wealthy murderous parasites#yes he IS an american cop so siding with the parasites does make sense#but think of all the paperwork he would have to do when the cullens kill someone! i mean. come on.#also it aint like cullen out there paying off the pigs so really what is Charlie getting out of this relationship#it's no bribes all paperwork? i don't care how American this cop is he is Anti Vamp and that's that on that#WEREWOLVES on the other hand......... besties let's review the cold fax ok#they're a blue collar blue jeans blue skies all day baby kinda monster. crack open a cold one with the boys kinda monster.#pull over on the road to lend you some spark plugs kinda monster. bring a dairy-based dip to the charity softball game kinda monster#big plus: they're on the DL. neat & tidy cover story. no killing. protect & serve yeah baby. no parasites here my boys WORK for a living#the boys are 0% paperwork (no killing) and 100% bribes (dairy-based dips)#Charlie's deffo Team Werewolf at best and turning a blind eye at worst#as far as this man's concerned the werewolves are the Olympic Natl Park rangers' problem#bear who???? don't know em#twilight#twilight renaissance#bella swan#the twilight saga#jacob black#charlie swan#eclipse read
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Who would initiate romance between Karna and Jinako?
let’s be honest with ourselves here there’s only one way this actually happens
#‘who’s the baby?’ the mouse…..#my asks#it would go like this for 300 years until someone (prob arj) decides karn needs his ass beat to protect her honor#and then they get married. maybe. idk I’m just saying stuff now
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arya thinking her story is about revenge but in actuality it’s about her finding her identity is something i’m very passionate about
#her life after kings landing was hiding and taking different names so she wouldn’t die#like ever since she was nine she HAD to be someone else#that one quote that’s like ‘did she just dream up arya stark’ or something like that#LIKEEE#IMAGINE BEING THAT UNSURE#arya stark#asoiaf#book arya#house stark#my babygirl you’ll get a happy ending i swear#get behind me baby girl i’ll protect you
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Honestly I think I do want to have kids someday. Definitely not bio kids but kids of my own all the same. Maybe just 1, maybe an entire 2.
I want to give the love and support that was not afforded to me. I want to watch them grow into amazing adults and know that I gave this child/these children the opportunity to live a good, fulfilled life. I want to instill in them my love of books; teach them important things like courage and bravery, kindness, respect, a sense of genuine wonder in a world so empty of it. I want to encourage their interests and pursuits and congratulate them when they work hard no matter the end result. I want to be the parent I never had, the best one possible.
I don't know where that fits into the rest of my life plan if it does at all. Idk. Sometimes when I experience something cool and whimsical I think; wouldn't it be awesome to share this with my own kid? A nice book or a pretty landscape or when I'm thinking about advocacy for good public schools. The thought creeps in, wouldn't it be amazing to keep even one person safe from the foster care system? Wouldn't it be lovely to have someone to nurture and support? Wouldn't it be awesome if because I was such a good parent my child lived a happy life where they felt free and safe to follow their dreams and be themselves and things?
#baby fever#or something like that#the mentally ill urge to save someone to make it better to not just break but eviscerate the cycle of violence#the masculine urge#to be a good dad the bestest dad to be selfless and protective and learn how to make room in life#meh ill worry about stuff like that when im no longer selfish and surviving and have the rest of my shit figured out#when i get old is probably the best time but is it cruel?#knowing you may have 10 20 30 years at most#idk#human lifespans are stupid as shit#youre born and youre not a person and then suddenly 16/18/etc. years later you are and u have all the responsinilities that come with it#and the weight of your whole life ahead of you#and if ur like me no one really taught you how to adult#and no matter how big your dreams you should supposedly figure out your life asap if you want kids#cuz no one wants a good parent to die when theyre young#but in the end grief is a natural byproduct of love#might delete later#getting all sentimental and shit
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Trying to drag real-world ethics into the Batverse is a bad faith argument when absolutely nothing in the Batverse has any ethical or moral standing in the real world.
Real world evils that claim death tolls:
- billionaires
- cops
- vigilanteism
- copaganda (crime-fighting as a genre is libertarian copaganda)
- prison industrial complex
- war on drugs
- child soldiers
- policing entities without democratic or civic transparency or oversight
- finding acceptable targets for your personal trauma and visiting what you believe is justified violence on them
But all of that is fine and good and acceptable as conceits of the universe, EXCEPT the question of "should this rich white guy who appoints himself the protector of the innocent due to the failures of the legal system, actually do something about this guy who keeps killing because of the failure of the legal system?" THAT is somehow above challenge or question. Never mind that turning the concept of "legal incompetence", meant to protect the most vulnerable population in a society, into a loophole for fictional mass murderers is violent ableism and copaganda. Forget taking a deep dive into why exactly killing is bad, or how far a value system can go before it becomes self-serving, or storytelling imperatives or any of that. The only reason any of us could ever take Jason's side (re: the Joker) is that we, in real-life, think that "bad guys should die". Instead of the fact that because nothing works as it should in the Batverse, the Joker's continued existence actively cheapens any moral code that allows it.
You can take whatever side you want to, but get off that horse and actually engage with the question, or fuck off with the dudebros who think "killing a serial killer makes you as bad as a serial killer" has any actual ethical basis.
#i'm so fucking done with this grandstanding and moralizing#jason and bruce are both moral absolutists driven entirely by personal trauma#and yes jason is a bad guy. i like him as a bad or morally grey guy#but it drives me nuts that y'all can't see how bruce is very far from being a 'good' guy#he doesnt kill anyone even the joker not because he considers joker's life sacred#but because he's afraid he'll snap and start killing everyone else#this is not the behaviour of a stable and noble man#if you're so close to the edge that having to kill for any reason will send you on a killing spree#then you're fundamentally unfit for your chosen vocation#jiminy jesus christ#also? a child deserves a parent who will kill to protect or avenge them#if someone took my baby from me and they kept getting out and killing other people's babies#that guy would be dead and I'd be in jail#and it would be worth it#the lowest possible bar for loving a child#but then he fails his kids in every other way too so why not this one#anti bruce wayne#jason todd#bat meta#fandom wank#spite waffle
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guess who became an impromptu cat midwife against his will
#vic.txt#help. me.#this cat is so fucking stupid she has like 0 parental instincts and ive had to manually aim the kittens mouth at her teats#and then she moves and dislodges the baby and i have to rinse and repeat#SHE ALMOST STEPPED OR SAT ON THE BABY MULTIPLE TIMES#SHE ALMOST LAID DOWN ON IT AND I HAD TO CATCH HER W MY HAND B4 SHE PUT HER ENTIRE WEIGHT DOWN N MOVE THE BABY W THE OTHER HAND#SOMEONE CALL KITTEN PROTECTIVE SERVICES ON THIS CAT
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