#Dad Bane

[sporadicthingcollection]

Hellos! Going thru Dad Bane fic and started to wonder how did Bane react to pregnancy news? Oksana gave the impression that he would choose the dead beat path as he wasnt to be tied down…but here we are four kids after and Irno on his side…

So I already wrote about the first time here and the other time here, so have the second baby!

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23:55 <<🏆 Trophy Husband 🏆>> BE LANDING SOON. HOME BY 2 IF YOU WANT TO WAIT UP.

23:57 <<pays taxes like a chump>> [[reality_theBachelorCoruscant_Lilo_HappyDance.hgif]] yay <3 i'm bushed but i'll make a bowl for you risotto with mushrooms and nerf sausage just pop it in the oven for a minute

23:59 <<🏆 Trophy Husband 🏆>> LOVE THAT SHIT THANKS

00:08 <<pays taxes like a chump>> actually i'll wait up. i need to talk to you about something

00:10 <<🏆 Trophy Husband 🏆>> THIS BETTER NOT BE THE DIVORCE TALK I WANT THE CAT

00:12 <<pays taxes like a chump>> oh maker no. just have news >:( you can have vincenzo when you pry him from my cold dead freshly manicured fingers 

00:13 <<🏆 Trophy Husband 🏆>> 🔫🔫🔫 LIKE FUN TABLOID NEWS OR FAMILY NEWS

00:14 <<pays taxes like a chump>> family news kinda

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Bane can't help but stare at you. "Yer serious."

You nod, mouth set in a line. "I got the blood test this morning," you say. "Roaring positive."

His stomach churns. His head feels fuzzy. His knees lock up and, fortunately, you give him a light shove onto the couch so he doesn't just stand there gawping like an idiot.

He sinks into the cushion, willing it to absorb him. He can't deal with this right now. And yet, based on the cross of your arms and the purse of your lips, he has to.

"So what're ya gonna do?" he mumbles.

You flop next to him. "I don't know," you say. “I wanted to talk to you first.” You give a dry smile. “It’s as much your fault as it is mine.”

Were he a softer man, the conflict on your face would be heartbreaking. He knows what's going through your mind -- you love kids. You love your kid. You love his kid. You'd love nothing more than to have another one running around.

And yet, you're not a fool. You're a criminal married to a crook. Another baby is another liability, another weak link in the chain. Not to mention the havoc it'd wreak on your body.

He's no fool either. The first time was hard enough. He doesn't know if he could handle another mouth to feed. Another diaper to change. Another heart running around outside his body. Another living, breathing creature to constantly worry about--

"Daddy?"

He glances up. A tiny shadow peeks around the corner, red eyes glowing. Speak of the Devil and she’ll appear, her blanket draped around her head and shoulders like a Jedi's robe.

He can't help but smile. He sits up from his slouch and leans forward. "Evenin', li'l miss," he says with a tip of his hat. "It's past yer bedtime."

"Heard talkin'." She yawns, her little needle teeth glinting in the light. She rubs her eyes with the heel of her palm. "Wanted to say hi."

He pats his knee. "Come say it, den."

She lets out a happy trill and toddles over, bare feet slapping against the tile. She hauls herself up into his lap and nestles right against his belly.

He lays a hand on her head, stroking his fingertips along her brow ridges. The purrs start immediately, sounding exactly like when Todo's rotor spins out.

You shift closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder. You've got that expression on his face that he still can't put words to. Serene? Motherly? Exhausted? He has no idea. But whenever she purrs, that's the look you get.

A few moments pass. Maybe more than a few. Long enough that the Little Lady falls back asleep and nearly pitches forward off of the sofa.

You swoop in like a mynock before she hits the ground, catching her with your nimble hands. The sudden jolt scares her, but your tone is gently jovial. "Silly girl," you chide as you stand. "Back to bed before you bump your head."

She keeps her eyes fixed on him as her lips curl into a sneer. "No."

Bane can't help but chuckle. She looks as ferocious as a loth-kitten. "Gotta get yer rest, girl."

Her sneer fades into a frown. "But... But you've been gone so long. I wanna sit with you."

Ow. Right in the heart. He knew she'd be a crack shot, but not like this.

"Daddy will still be here in the morning. Right?" You give him a pointed look, and he nods. "Let's get you tucked in."

The girl hesitates. Her eyes fall on Bane, and she reaches out her arm. "...Can Daddy tuck me in too?"

A golden warmth swells his chest. Plucking his hat from his head, he places it on the caf table as he stands. "'Course he can."

She chirrups happily and settles into your arms, her eyes drifting closed. You smile at her, then at him. "Talk after?" He nods, and you head for the stairs.

Another pair of feet pitter-pattering around. Another set of tiny clothes. Another little baby in his arms, small and sweet and chirping as it stares at its daddy. Not caring who he is or what he does.

His gut stops churning as he follows you up the stairs.

He still likes the name Winrel.

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[weirdlet]

There's an element of guilt to it because Cad incorrectly (and inexplicably, given how Hondo is with the kids normally) assumes he intentionally hurt her upon seeing the babe for the first time. (Speaking from experience here, my poor nephew got stuck and had the bruised face and broken arm to show for it. He's fine now thankfully!) He comes this close to cussing Hondo out and possibly worse before realizing there's no way he would've done this, sighs, and asks what he needs.

Hondo is not usually someone who gets hung up on guilt and having done wrong to people- but this is his *baby*. He feels *terribly* guilty about the hurts she took getting hung up inside him on her way out- it was no picnic for him either, but he was the one responsible for her, and his own body did her harm!!

And of course, it’s not his fault, not hers certainly- it’s just one of those things that couldn’t be helped or anticipated. But her being in pain and grumpy in her first weeks has him near inconsolable, and Cad may roll his eyes initially, but it’s not like he hasn’t freaked out internally over small helpless things that he’s inexplicably decided to care about.

There’s baby-strength bacta for her bruising, and the comfort of her daddy being close- not shying away because she’s crying and he’s certain she hates him. Hondo needs Cads’s brusqueness to get him past the hump, and from there his crew is super supportive of him.

[darie-vox]

My god I hate him <3333

Gestures are really fun to do with his body type, especially the wings

[kohdono]

:)

[mbohjeezart]

Need a trim to pimp your ride? Well, you're in the right place, just need... sand... we provide?

[maikaartwork]

You only think this is bullshit if you never had a cat.

Reblog if cat hair bunnies are the main reason you vacuum.

Reblog if you ever took a fresh shirt out of its packaging and it already had your cat’s hair on it.

Reblog if pet hair remover rolls are a fixed point on your shopping list.

Reblog if you ever considered making cat hair felt hats because you actually have the material for it.

Reblog if you ever quit on an outfit seeing how much work it would be to de-fur it.

Or any of the 100000 other things that make cat hair rule your life.

[buckyalpine]

Don’t Touch

18+ SMUT, Bucky is a menace and your little baby boy is a little shit, just like his dad. 

Warnings: Horny dad Bucky, breeding kink, m masturbating, smutty smut with fluffy fluff 

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Bucky smirked, watching you pad around the kitchen, your hair still messy from the way he'd taken you apart that morning. Nothing was more beautiful than the way you looked right after sex; skin still warm, lips plump, your legs slightly shaky. You had thrown on his boxers and t-shirt, getting breakfast started, another set of little foot steps making their way down the hall.

Bucky looked up from the kitchen island, grinning at the way his son trudged in, his teddy bear tucked under his arm, softly rubbing his eyes. He walked straight to you, tugging on your shirt and holding his arms up, deciding he needed your cuddles first before food.

"Good morning baby bear" You smiled, scooping Jamie into your arms, giving his chubby cheek a kiss. You adored the pouty face he had, exactly like Bucky if you ever woke up him too early.

"Mama" He let out a sleepy yawn, snuggling into your hold while you kept him on your hip, pouring some coffee for you and Bucky. Of the many things that drove Bucky feral, the biggest thing was seeing you and the baby you made together. He didn't know what it was. It was something he never got tired of seeing, his mind now flooded with images of how pretty you had looked when you were pregnant. Your round belly. Full breasts. Tired face. The glow of your skin. He couldn't keep his hands off you then and he wasn't about to keep his hands to himself now.

Bucky grabbed a few plates, getting the table ready, eyes still locked on you while you continued to sway with the little one, the movement of your hips enticing him even more. He gave your ass a playful pinch while reaching for the dishes in the cabinets; if you weren't already carrying his son he would have fucked another baby into you then and there.

You yelped, your skin heating up, glaring at your husband while he wiggled his eyebrows, a silent message for where his mind was. Your son frowned, disliking the way you had stopped rocking him, now busy silently communicating with his daddy, your attention no longer on him. You set Jamie down, moving the food to the table.

"Don't touch mommy" He poked Bucky, a determined pout on his lips, unamused at his fathers antics so early in the morning. Mornings were his special cuddle time with his mommy, it wasn't fair, especially since his daddy got his "cuddle time" with you all night anyway.

"Yeah James, don’t touch mommy" you sasses while Bucky shook his head, his blue eyes narrowing at you, watching you bend over to pick your little one up and carry him off, sitting him in his highchair.

"Whatever you say, doll" Bucky murmured, with a new goal in mind.

If thats the game you wanted to play, who was he to go against what his little one said....

The rest of the day was torture for you. 

Bucky made a point of walking around without a shirt, flexing his arms, his sweats handing low on his hips. 

He made sure he pressed himself against you each time he had to just get by, letting you feel how hard he was, loving the way you glared at him. 

As he stepped out of the shower, water droplets running down his body, his towel looked like it was about to fall off the entire time, the flimsy material doing nothin to hide the way his cock was erect and throbbing. 

The little shit knew exactly what he was doing. 

****

"James" You whined, your hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer to you, your patience wearing thin. You were sitting on the dresser, nearly begging for Bucky to do something, anything but he shook his head, shamelessly letting his boner press against his pants.  Bucky had teased you relentlessly all day,  only to pull back each time, insisting he couldn't touch you. You came back from your date night with him, quickly shooing Steve away after he had put Jamie to sleep, in hopes Bucky would finally break and touch you.

"Thought I couldn't touch mommy" Bucky cocked an eyebrow while you pouted, the softest whine slipping past your lips feeling his erection press into you. "I really want to mama, but you heard what the little one said" Bucky chuckled at your frustrated growl, he could practically smell your arousal, loving the way your legs had parted, trying to press your core on him and rub yourself on his thigh.

"James!" You whined again, your pussy throbbing at the way his muscles tensed, your clit desperate for some type of stimulation. “Please...”

"Sorry baby, gotta keep my hands to myself" He kissed your cheek, stepping away from you and disappearing into the closet, throwing off all his clothes and emerging in just his boxers. You nearly drooled, his thick cock desperately straining against the fabric, desperate to be touched. Bucky laid down on the middle of the bed, one arm tucked under his head, the other coming down to give his boner a squeeze.  

He locked his eyes with you, hooking his thumb under the waistband of his boxers, throwing them off and spreading his legs wide for you. His hand trailed down his body as he started to stroke himself, his chest rising and falling, groaning at the way you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together.

"W-what are you doing" You stood by the foot of the bed, unable to tear your eyes away from his weeping tip, his balls full and heavy, his hips rocking up every so slightly to match the movements of his strokes.

"What does it look like I'm doing" Bucky smirked, continuing to drag his fist up and down as he worked his cock, hissing, swiping his thumb across his slit. You could feel your pussy clench as he moaned, closing his eyes, his other hand coming down to tug at his balls. "Feel's fuckin' amazing baby, you know what I'm thinking of?" He locked his eyes with yours again, loving the way your dress was now on the floor along with your panties as you moved to straddle his thigh.

"Thinking about that pretty pussy wrapped around my cock baby, letting me blow all my cum and paint your walls” 

You moaned, rocking yourself on him, your clit pressed firmly against his quads, grinding down for some type of simulation. 

"Thinking about putting another baby in there mama, seeing you pregnant again, just imagining it makes me so fucking hard" He started to stroke himself faster, growling, watching your composure crumble further. “You see how wet my cock is for you baby, all thick and swollen, fuckin sensitive for you mama” 

“Bucky pleasee” You’d never sounded this needy, your eyes glassy and skin hot, making a mess all over him. 

"Can't touch you mommy" Bucky shook his head, letting you rock yourself faster, your head thrown back as you rubbed yourself on him,  “Look at you, humping yourself and making a mess all over my thigh baby” Bucky tskd, moaning as he continued to touch himself,  bringing his hand up to stroke the tip of his cock. 

“So sensitive, my cock feels needy baby, you know that? Would feel soo fucking good to be in side your pussy right now, s’what I need, m’so horny for you mama, m’gonna end up having wet dreams tonight if I don’t cum at least twice right now” 

“Need it James”  you whined again, pleading with him, the smirk on his face making you more frustrated. “Want it in me” You were gushing around him, his thigh soaked from your arousal as you spread your legs further, circling your clit on him. 

"Go ahead then baby, take what you need from daddy” Bucky tucked his arms behind his head, biting his lip as you scrambled to line yourself up with his cock, rubbing the silky head against your entrance. Bucky growled, using all of his restraint to keep himself from thrusting up as you sunk down on him, bouncing on his cock. 

"F-fuck touch me daddy!" You cried out, your fingers dinging into his chest, slamming yourself down on him, your thighs already shaking. You could feel his hips rutting up slightly, his self-control starting to break each time your boobs bounced in his face, the thought of them full and swollen with milk making him feral. 

"You sure thats what you want mama? You need daddy to touch you?" 

"P-Please!"

"Whatever my angel wants" Bucky grabbed and flipped you under him, pounding you into the mattress while his hand came to play with your clit.

"This what you needed huh? Daddys fingers to play with your clit while his cock stretches and fills you?”

“Fuck yes daddy, needed this” Your nails clawed down his back, moaning at the heavy weight of his body, his hands all over you. He fucked you harder, precum making a mess in your pussy, his cock desperate to blow in you. 

“You like when daddy touches you here baby? You need daddy to make you feel good, touch you all over, you like when daddy gets all fucked up and horny like this?” The bed creaked under Bucky’s relentless thrusts, the both of you climbing higher and higher, moans growing more desperate. 

“Don’t-don’t stop!” Your pussy practically choked his cock as your orgasm started to crash over you, pulling him in deeper. You bit down onto his shoulder to keep from screaming, ankles locked around his waist. 

“M’not gonna stop baby, not gonna stop till there's another baby in your belly. Not gonna stop until I have you knocked up and full of me” Bucky could feel his balls pull tight against his body, cum surging through his cock ready to spill into you. 

“Get ready baby, gonna make you a mommy again, gonna get you so fucking pregnant-FUCKK” He stilled, moaning loudly against your neck, ropes of his seed throbbing inside you pussy, his cock jumping as he continued to spill inside you. “Take it baby, take daddy’s cum” 

He continued to lazily rut into you, the both of you sweaty and panting as he leaked out of you, his head resting on your chest while you played with his hair. He let out a satisfied hum while you kissed his forehead, stroking his scruffy cheek. 

“Y’know, if we have another little one, that’ll be two babies you have to compete with if you want my attention” You giggled while Bucky shot you a look, shaking his head. 

“This is what I get for giving you a son as stubborn as me” Bucky chuckled, getting up to grab your clothes when he heard the sound of tiny feet padding towards your bedroom. “He loves his mommy just like I do” 

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[lurafita]

Alec has a silent laugh with himself whenever people are talking about how distinguished and regal the high warlock of Brooklyn is.

No one would believe him how many dad-jokes his love makes on a regular Basis.

Like yesterday, when Magnus rolled Chairman Meow into a towel and told Alec it's a "Purrito".

[weirdlet]

Cad may abhor Hondo for the most part, but even then he has the teensy tiniest soft spot for all those kids. He comes by frequently after the baby is born to see how she's healing from her dramatic entrance and to check in on the older ones (and Hondo himself, despite Cad's refusal to admit he's actually worried about how depressed Hondo seems). And then there's the time he caught wind of the latest youngling to be taken in being Duros....

Hondo, healing himself from the hard birth, is quite appreciative of Cad keeping his youngsters entertained for a little while (even if some of the stories Bane is elaborating are a bit sketchy, even for little Ohnakas). And some years later, the prodigal disreputable uncle swings by again to check in on his latest little blue darling, bringing with him plenty of equally blue cousins and also a primer on Duros health, growth and puberty, which Hondo finds quite helpful!

[aleclightofmylifewoodbane]

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.”

probably one of my favorite Magnus quotes, and one of my favorite quotes in the whole series. It resonated so strongly with me when I was so young that shit HIT. still does

If i were to ever get a quote tattooed it would be this one.

[lurafita]

Magnus "it followed me home" Bane

Ragnor: "I said no pets as long as we have to live together."

Magnus: "Look Ragnor, me having catnip in my pocket and making psspsspss sounds while walking, does not mean I brought a cat home. It followed me. You said while we live together, I'm not allowed to bring in pets. You didn't say anything about strays following me and deciding they would like to stay."

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Catharina: "The Alpha from the Toulon werewolf clan asked me to give this to you." hands over a Father's Day card

Magnus: "Sentimental pup. Did I ever tell you how I met her?"

Catharina, eying stack of similar cards on the living room table: "I can't recall. But I have a feeling it's a familiar story."

Magnus, eyeing Catharina eyeing his cards: "… They all followed me home."

-

Dot, surprising Magnus with a visit, only to find a bunch of shadowhutners in his apartment.

Magnus: "-"

Dot, holding up a hand to stop him from explaining: "Let me guess, they followed you home."

[flipperbrain-awakes]

Shadowhunters 3.10

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Congrats on the followers Skye! :D You said you still had slots open for writing prompts, so can I ask for either something with dad squad, or your au which I forget the name of but Link’s dog’s name is Friend? Maybe some kind of hurt/comfort :)

-Sky Floor

Link knew better than to say things can't get much worse, but the thought tried to cross his mind.

With the amount of times he'd faced his mortality, he'd hardly ever feared death anymore. Sometimes he wondered if it would be a relief to actually die. Not that he'd actively pursue it, of course, but it seemed a passive companion he sometimes longed for and other times pushed away.

But either way - he certainly felt closer to it now than he had for many years.

Gritting his teeth, the former hero dragged himself up by a low reaching tree branch, gripping his sword with all the strength he could muster. The iron knuckle he was fighting marched towards him, enough weight in each step that he could hear its armor clanging across the field. The good thing about these cursed monsters was that they were slow, but after fighting a veritable army of stalfos, lizalfos, wizzrobes, and a boss fight against the corrupted wind dragon, he was reaching the end of his abilities. Honestly, the fact that this behemoth was so slow just made it seem like death was taking its time to claim him. It wasn't as if he could just flee - they were too close to a village, and this thing would kill everyone.

Not that it wouldn't kill them if he died, but... still.

Think, idiot! This isn't the time!

Link managed to roll just as the iron knuckle swung its heavy axe at him, allowing him to get close and chink away at its armor. He got behind it, bashing its helmet with his shield before his leg finally gave out, making him fall to the ground with a grunt.

The iron knuckle turned, its helmet half off, armor damaged, but axe still at the ready.

Link closed his eyes, overwhelmed with pain, bracing for the hit as he feebly held up his shield.

Instead, he heard a snarl and a crash. Opening his eyes, startled, he saw the iron knuckle on its side, having been hit at full speed by Friend, who had torn a path across the field, teeth bared. She gripped wherever her powerful jaw could clamp down, grasping at one of the iron knuckle's arms and tearing it off.

Letting out a relieved breath, he rolled over to get to the enemy and reached weakly for its axe so it couldn't retaliate. Friend beat him to it, ripping off the beast's other arm, growling the entire time as her fur stood on end.

The iron knuckle stopped moving, its armor crumbling to ash and malicious smoke, its helmet remaining.

Link let himself collapse entirely, gasping for air. Friend was in his face in an instant, licking him and whining. He didn't have the energy to reassure her, and she barked at him in protest of it.

Before he could do anything, his sweet companion was nuzzling at his pouch, grabbing it and bringing it to his hand. He smiled tiredly at her, feeling blood seeping out of multiple wounds as she moved to try and nurse them. He hissed when she licked at his leg, but he couldn't shoo her away. Instead, he sifted through his pouch, trying to find anything that could help. He wasn't entirely sure he was stocked up for a fight like this or not.

Eventually, his trembling hand found a cool bottle, and he pulled it out, seeing a red liquid inside. That was promising. He struggled to uncork it, so Friend moved up to him and pulled at the cork with her mouth, letting him get to the contents. After nearly choking down the potion, he let out a sigh of relief, smiling at her. "Thanks, girl."

Friend panted happily, tail wagging as she licked his face once more. Then she nipped gently at his tunic, pulling him along the field as he spluttered. "Friend, what are you—stop it—"

The chonk didn't listen, dragging him as he hissed over every rock and stick he ran over. Eventually he tried to right himself to at least crawl out of the open area, and Friend crawled under him whenever he was about to collapse, supporting him. By the time he reached the edge of the forest he was exhausted, huddling in on himself under a tree. Friend barked at him and then took off running, though he had no idea what she was up to. He glanced around blearily, but he saw no other signs of monsters.

That was good enough for him for now. He closed his eyes, trying to save his energy. He didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until he blinked his eyes open to see that it was dark. And entirely too quiet.

"F-Friend...?" he asked shakily, shivering and trying to sit up.

Where was she? Was she okay? What had happened?

"Oh my gosh, there he is!"

Link squinted, seeing Friend charging towards him with two people following her. They were both immediately recognizable, what with the girl's fancier fashion style and the boy's large stature.

Oh, great.

"'M fine," he immediately insisted. "Taking a nap. Go away."

"You're not fine, look at you!" Princess Zelda argued as she knelt down beside him. "Fancy Hands, pick him up, we have to get him to the village!"

Link glared at Friend while the Gerudo teenager sighed and complied. Traitor.

Friend wagged her tail happily in reply.

"Put. Me. Down." he immediately growled when the other Link tried to haul him over his shoulders.

"Well, you heard him, Princess," the Gerudo quickly said.

"My orders supersede his, pick him up!"

"I will gut you."

"Princess, he doesn't sound like he wants to be carried."

"I don't care what he wants! He's bleeding, he could be delirious!"

"I'm fine."

"He says he's fine."

"I heard him, knucklehead, I don't care!"

Link groaned as his world started spinning. This was getting tedious, and he was in pain. "Just leave me alone."

"Look," the masseur said. "If you don't want to be carried into town, at least let us help you here. I could go back and get supplies from the healer."

Link bit his lip. He didn't like it, but it was a far better option than letting himself be hauled around. "Fine."

The Gerudo nodded, rising, leaving the princess and the pup. Zelda looked him over carefully. "You really did take on that entire army by yourself, didn't you?"

Link stared at her uncertainly.

"That's... incredibly brave of you," Zelda continued. "A mark of a true Hero."

Oh, for Farore's sake. "No. I'm not the Hero."

"Oh, come on!" Zelda argued, putting her hands on her hips. "You definitely are!"

"They owed me money," Link grumbled in reply.

"That's a lie and you know it!"

The argument went back and forth for a few more minutes before Friend finally finished it by laying her entire head over Link's face, silencing him. He tried to protest, his voice muffled in her throat, making the princess laugh and exciting Friend. She licked his face, whining a little, pawing at him.

"I'm okay, Cupcake," he whispered tiredly. The edges of his vision were fading to black. Friend whined again.

"Don't worry, girl," Princess Zelda said gently, petting the dog. "We'll take good care of him."

Link found that he couldn't be annoyed anymore, snuggling close to his sweet dog and falling asleep as they awaited the Gerudo teenager's return.

[wi1dshxpe]

it's funny because durge and gortash started at very similar places, wanting so badly to be "good kids" their entire childhoods. gortash to avoid further abuse at the hoh and durge because they were, excluding their one little huge thing where they had an uncontrollable bloodlust.

but then they also ended up at the same place but on opposite sides of the spectrum. druge is still trying(technically succeeding) to be a "good kid," just now for their insane dad instead of a conventional family. conversely gortash has thrown out any idea of "goodness,” he never wants to feel that way again and he doesn’t care if he makes others feel that way to avoid it. he’ll do whatever he wants to you and if you’re anything like him, powerful, resourceful, deserving, you’ll pull yourself up from your bootstraps like he did. it’s interesting to wonder the ways they might’ve clashed in their motivations

[clownsecret]

honestly the best part of shipping the dead three together while also shipping durgetash is the implications of bhaal getting Big Mad at the dark urge for smooching on gort while he's off going to pound town with bane on the regular

[junglejim4322]

People my age who defend arranged marriage as a “cultural tradition” or whatever will literally be like my parents only hated eachother for the first 5 years of their marriage and now they tolerate eachother and my mom doesn’t even mind that my dad is gay ❤️ here’s a pic of me and my white significant other btw