#I'll have dad take care of it

[stardustedknuckles]

Brains are fucking weird. I saw that recluse in my tub last night and of course it was still stuck under the cup this morning, so I... Spent a half hour looking up if it could be any other spider (it could! Southern house spiders look REMARKABLY similar and even have a marking behind their heads, though it's generally thinner than a recluse mark) and swapping the cup for glass so I could get good pictures of it and count the eyes. It took an hour because spiders are super fucking difficult to photograph with that amount of accuracy and I kept having to add light.

I finally got a definitive photo. 3 dots across the face, two eyes each even if too small for me to see individually. Definitely a recluse.

And I don't know what the point of any of that was but I felt like I could not walk away until I had properly identified it with that safety barrier between us. I'm not going to pick up the glass and kill it. I'm too afraid of it. I'm certainly not going to risk sliding something under the glass and dropping it on the way out the door, and also no offense but I really don't want to put it back out where it can get in again. I really wanted it to be a house spider so I could let it go. But it's not. And I used up an hour of my day and I still have to like. Do stuff. Just go about my day with something terrifying trapped in the bathtub. Wtf are brains.

[memento-mariii]

I finally womanned up and went to the local queer-affirming church I've been eyeing for ages now. I'm closeted to pretty much every single person in my life, so in a way I guess this was my first time being openly queer in any capacity. It was so healing to share a space with other queer people in real life.

For so long, I've been searching for people who'll love me while seeing me as I truly am. And I was so scared, too, but I guess the mortifying ordeal of being known isn't so mortifying at all once you really get down to it.

I am loved. I am loved. I am Loved.

Love saved me and I am made of love.

(The local pride parade was yesterday and while I couldn't go (re: the whole being closeted thing), this church had a booth there so long story short, I got a cool rainbow rosary in the end 🥹)

[ride-a-dromedary]

Battle veteran!Halsin taking one look at baby battle veteran!Karlach like: "Is anybody gonna adopt this or can I?"

(And I mean "baby battle veteran" not in that she hasn't been in way more battles than Halsin has, because she is significantly way more experienced in that due to circumstance, but in that she is very, very young in Halsin's eyes and that is a tragedy in itself.)

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family

[veone]

not a stick of cc in this build, not bad. 

thanks @florwalsims​ for giving the opportunity test out your savefile

[tianhai03]

before i go to bed, here’s a couple of colorings C submitted in the past few days!

[anaalnathrakhs]

btw my mom said it. she said it to me looking me in the eyes. i told her about how difficult it was for me to get through those family reunions, and she admitted it was very important to her, important enough that she was just going to do it anyway.

[heavenlydreamangelflyhigh]

moms getting competitive w her eating disorder again

[buttdumplin]

where's that post about gojo actually just being megumi's unwanted unhinged gay older brother because i realized me and my youngest brother have the exact same age gap and holy shit were they right

[anawrites3]

Dick halted before passing the living room entrance, taken aback by the scene he witnessed. When he left - and it's worth noting, only for a minute or two - his father and his fiance sat as far away from each other as sofas and armchairs arrangement allowed it. They weren't exactly engaged in even moderately polite conversation but /at least/ they weren't arguing as well. It wasn't that bad. Now although...

To be completely honest, Dick wasn't sure what happened. They were still sitting in the same places, still not talking, and still not even looking at each other. The atmosphere shifted a little, that was one of the signs that he missed something possibly important. There were more signs, probably way more giving, such as frozen meat Bruce held to the left side of his face, or smeared blood under Slade's nose and his beard that looked like he tried to wipe it quickly.

Of course.

"The fuck?" he asked pointedly looking at Alfred, the picture of elegance and composure, standing straight in the corner of the room.

"Master Bruce and Mister Wilson had a...disagreement" butler explained throwing one of his disapproving looks their way.

Of fucking course.

"It was quickly resolved" to that, Dick noted, Alfred seemed to look a little too self-satisfied "and I proposed something cold to cool gentlemen down. And for the damage, obviously. Mister Wilson refused."

Bruce only murmured something unhappily but Slade was rather stubborn about getting on Alfred's bad side, like refusing his polite act of mercy wasn't enough. "I'll heal in an hour, no need for that sh-"

It's going to be a long evening.

Anon this is BRILLIANT!! Amazing writing too!! Ahhh its so good!!

Bruce and Slade are trying their best to not fight each other but only when Dick is in the same room 😂 They don't even mind Alfred there lmao I love it, I wonder what they were thinking when they started that fight - they had to know that Dick will be back soon 🤣 It's "We'll act like nothing happened, maybe he won't notice" kinda thing 😂💕💕 amazing

I love the idea so much, let me add a bit to that 👀

"I swear to God, you are worse than children." Dick let a sigh escape his lips as he sat down on the sofa, right in the middle of the room. That way he was sitting evenly in between both Bruce and Slade, and they both looked conflicted whether to move closer to him or stay where they are, as far away from the other man as possible.

"He started it." Bruce complained under his breath and Dick sent him a pointed look.

"I really don't care who started, Bruce. And it's not like it matters anyway, you both are way too old to act like this."

Slade crossed his arms over his chest with a mumbled complain and leaned back against the armchair he was sitting on. Dick glanced at the blood still smeared over his face and stood up again with another sigh.

"I can't believe you two, I literally left for three minutes!"

"A lot can happen in that time."

"Yeah, I can see that." Dick remarked, bitter. "Fighting, making a mess of yourselves-"

He reached for a tissue to gently clean up Slade's face. The blood stopped running already thanks to the man's healing factor but his nose still was fractured if not broken from the punch. It would take a while to heal and while Slade got way more serious injuries on daily basis, it still must've hurt like hell.

Dick looked down at the button-down shirt Slade was wearing, at a few drops of blood that got on it and let a small pout enter his face.

"My favorite shirt too..." he lamented quietly.

Bruce looked away. Slade shifted a bit in his place, uncomfortable. Good, they should feel bad about it!

"I can wash it out, it's just some blood." Slade assured him with a half-shrug. His rough fingers found Dick's wrist and squeezed gently. "Or I can buy another one like this."

"I don't want you to buy another stupid shirt, I want you both to stop fighting!"

"Dick-"

"Little bird-"

"No! Shut up, I don't want to hear it!" Dick snapped, taking a step back to glare at both of them. "You're both important to me and I'm so fed up with all your stupid fighting! You are going to start acting like adults and learn how to live around each other without trying to kill each other!"

Bruce ran his hand down his face, suddenly looking tired.

"You know it's not that easy, chum."

"It is! You're my dad and Slade is my fiance, I'm not going to give up on either of you because you don't like each other!"

"It's Deathstroke, Dick! This has nothing to do with disliking, this man killed thousands-"

"I love it when you're calling me your fiance." Slade hummed with an easy smirk as if Bruce didn't speak at all. He sent Bruce a look over Dick's shoulder and enjoyed the way Wayne tensed. "Can't wait until we change it to 'husband' though."

Bruce clenched his jaw with so much force that Dick worried about his teeth. He hated being reminded that Deathstroke would soon become a part of his family and Slade knew it far too well.

"You're not helping, Slade!" Dick hissed.

Slade looked back to him and pressed his lips to Dick's wrist before pulling him onto his laps. Bruce leapt up from his place.

"Not really trying to."

Dick screamed.

[alren-ki]

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[princesssarcastia]

Summary:

Man hands on misery to man.

Or: The Kazansky kids (plus Bradley Bradshaw) and life as children of polyamorous divorce.

The first of four chapters! Featuring the middle Kazansky child, who has more in common with his dad than most people would think—but also, less.

Excerpt:

Now he’s thinking about it, as he holds this guy he’s pretty sure he’s stupid in love with.  Casting the shadow in sharp relief.  Because if this is what his father felt like, if this is what he gave up for the navy—how could he give this up?  How could he bear it? What could possibly be worth losing this?

[waitingforminjae]

we're so doomed as a society

[yuichiroswife]

{ I am quite literally about to go over the edge and nothing can help. }

[welcometogrouchland]

"what if Luz sacrifices herself at the end of the show 🥺😭" then maybe in the afterlife she'll FINALLY be able to talk to all these bitches haunting the narrative!!!

[im2tired4usernames]

I hate that I literally just do not trust any of the older folks in my family to do right by anyone