#coming out to your kids

[drarrily-we-row-along]

July 2: Garden Hose

"Alright, Scorp," Draco said as he finished setting the table for brunch with Harry and his children. They'd been dating for eight months now and they decided that it was finally time to tell them. "Don't forget-"

"To be on my best behavior," he finished.

"And don't-"

"Only play with Albus and ignore the others," he recited dutifully.

He nodded, "Especially-"

"Lily because James and Teddy will glum onto one another."

Draco chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of Scorpius' head, "I love you."

He grinned and for just a heartbeat, Draco was looking at his child when he was small. "Love you too," he said. Then he turned back to his mobile and Draco was sitting with a thirteen year old again.

The chime that their wards had been breached went off and Draco brushed his hands over his trousers and dress shirt, straightening them.

"You look fine," Scorpius called and he couldn't help but huff a laugh.

When he opened the door, he was met by the sound of three voices arguing, while Harry tried to get them to stop. "Godric," he said when the door opened, sounding harried and frazzled, and altogether not quite ready. "Sorry that we're late," he said even as the Potter children stumbled through the door, still arguing. "Sorry that we're fighting. Sorry that my shirt has a coffee stain on it and that I'm such a-"

Draco leaned in a pressed a kiss to his cheek, soft and swift, even though no one was paying them a lick of attention.

"Hi," Harry exhaled, eyes meeting Draco's.

"Hello," he said. "Rough morning?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Like you would not believe."

"You're wearing two different shoes," he pointed out.

The other man looked down at his feet, "fucking-"

"I heard that!" Lily shouted from the patio, giggling as she darted out into the yard and started chasing around one of her brothers.

Harry let his head fall forward onto his chest. "Parent of the year," he said, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"Hey," he said softly, brushing a curl out of Harry's face and tucking it behind his ear. "You're being hard on yourself. We all have our moments."

"Oh?" Harry asked, "When was the last time that you wore two different shoes?"

He chuckled, "I have admittedly never done that, but I've never had to wrangle four teenagers into apparating at once."

"Just you wait," he said darkly.

And something thrilled in the pit of his stomach, at the thought of getting to be a part of all of their lives. He opened his mouth to undoubtedly say something horribly sentimental when there was a great crashing outside.

"Shit," Harry hissed, already moving toward the backyard.

Draco was entirely unprepared for the chaos that met them. Lily was holding up a garden gnome who was kicking his legs in a desperate attempt to get down. James and Teddy were wielding pitchers of juice in their hands, trying to splash Albus and Scorpius. Albus was hiding behind a platter, trying to avoid being splattered by the juice. And Scorpius was holding the garden hose, shooting it at Teddy and James if either of them got too close.

"What in the name of-"

And in that split second, when Draco knew that Harry was about to start beating himself up about ruining brunch, Draco decided to do something ridiculously out of character.

He drew his wand and shouted, "Bullae Maxima!" and bubbles exploded from his wand tip, showering Albus and Scorpius in a stream of bubbles the likes of which neither of them had ever seen. And at the look of incredulity on their faces, Draco burst into helpless laughter.

He looked over at Harry who was just staring at him like he'd lost the plot completely.

Draco laughed, "Well, don't just stand there! Fortify our shields. We'll not let these hooligans beat us!"

Harry blinked and then he was grinning too, his face crinkling with joy in a way that made Draco's stomach ache. He ensconced the two of them in a shield and they advanced on the five teens scattered about the garden.

Their children ganged up on them, but that was alright, since none of them were allowed to use magic. In the end he and Harry had completely drenched them in bubbles and they were laughing and begging for mercy.

Harry was giddy with joy and excitement, chest heaving like they'd had a proper duel instead of dousing their monsters in soap and water. He turned to Draco and caught his hand, pulling him in and kissing him like he didn't care about the fact that they were both still dripping with juice and water. "I love you," he breathed into Draco's mouth.

And Scorpius and Albus let out twin groans of disgust while Lily clapped, Teddy and James were too busy helping one another get the bubbles out of their hair to notice.

"Err-" Harry said inelegantly, pulling away from Draco.

"We're dating," Draco said, giving their children a little bow, "Obviously."

"Obviously," all four boys chorused even as Lily demanded to know more details.

Harry held up a hand, "We were going to tell you over a nice brunch that Draco planned for us," he said, raising an eyebrow. "But someone-"

And at that, all five of them began arguing and pointing fingers.

Draco cleared his throat, "Anyway. You should all get cleaned up. We'll go out for brunch instead."

"But I want to know-" Lily began.

"We'll answer all of your questions at brunch," Harry said, shooing her toward the house. "Floo home, you four and get changed," he said, walking along behind them.

Scorpius scampered off up to his room and once all of the children were through the floo, Harry turned back to Draco. "My children are monsters," he said with a laugh.

"Take after their dad, then," Draco replied easily.

Harry scuffed his toe along the floor and wouldn't quite meet Draco's eye.

"Hey," he said softly, catching his chin. "I love you too."

The other man blinked, green eyes wide as he finally looked at Draco again. "Yeah?"

"Mmm," he hummed as he leaned in and caught a quick kiss. "Go get changed."

"Yes, sir," he teased, fingers clenching in Draco's damp shirt as he pulled him in and kissed him again.

He groaned and let himself be pulled into the kiss. "Go get changed," he laughed a minute later, "Your children are waiting for you."

Harry sighed, "I suppose you're right."

"I'll be here when you get back."

"You better be," he muttered, kissing him again before releasing him and heading toward the floo.

He stared after the green flames for a minute, "always," he murmured.

"Gross."

He startled and turned to find Scorpius flopped over on the sofa.

"I'm happy for you, though," he said.

Draco flicked his braid over his shoulder, "Are you certain?" he asked, sitting gingerly on the edge of the couch and trying not to get everything wet. "It's been just you and me for such a long time-"

"It's mostly been just you for a long time," Scorpius said. "I'm away at school most of the year," he added, "I'm glad you're not alone all the time."

He swallowed, "It doesn't mean that I didn't love your mum-"

"I know," he said quickly, nodding, "But she died over a decade ago," he said and Draco nodded to force back the tears. "I'm glad you're not alone," he repeated.

"You're still the most important-"

"Dad," Scorpius huffed, "I know."

He pressed a kiss to Scorpius' forehead. "Love you."

"Love you," he echoed, "But you're still soaking wet," he added. "And the Potters will be here any minute. You might want to do something about your hair as well."

Draco stood with a laugh, "Don't hold anything back," he teased. "Really just go for the truth."

"Don't wear your slacks, then," he said. "Harry loves your skinny jeans, he never stops staring at your arse when you're wearing them. It's a little gross, but," he shrugged.

He all but choked on his saliva.

"Oh, and he left that blue jumper here," Scorpius continued, "You should wear that. And your tennis shoes."

"I look perfectly respectable," he protested. Because it was true, he had looked very dapper in his pale blue button up, grey slacks, and matching waistcoat.

Scorpius rolled his eyes. "Neither of you are as subtle as you think; Lily is literally the only one who's surprised. Trust me. Harry will love the change of outfit."

"Fine," he said, turning from the room to head upstairs, "but if you're wrong-"

"I'm not!" Scorpius called back.

And Draco couldn't help but smile. Nothing had gone quite according to plan, but that seemed to be how the best decisions of his life had been made.

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[brucewaynehater101]

Alright. Willis Todd being an abusive father to Jason is a trope often utilized. Comparing this version of him to Bruce's reactions to Red Hood is fantastic. Lots to analyze there.

However, I raise you. There needs to be more fanwork addressing the classism behind Willis Todd being characterized as an abusive alcoholic. In some version of canon, Willis Todd was a good dad in a shitty situation. He was poor, his wife (Catherine) was sick, and he had a newborn baby he needed to provide for. In this horrid situation, where he has no family to fall back on and no higher education to obtain a decent well-paying job, he tries to get quick money. He's desperate to keep both his wife and son alive.

Catherine turns to drugs because it's easier and cheaper to buy drugs than healthcare. The pain she experiences is debilitating, and she'd do anything to not feel pain for one godsdamned second. Unfortunately, this turns into an addiction.

This ultimately shapes the way that Jason views crime. Bruce, while he may be sympathetic to individuals who resort to crime to pay their bills, will not understand huddling in Crime Alley in the dead of winter as he debates whether to buy food or pay for heating. He won't understand the bitterness, hatred, pain, and resignation of never having enough money to survive as you get chewed up again and again.

If Jason's dad is just an abusive criminal, that not only perpetuates the notion that all criminals are evil, but it will shape how Jason views those who commit crime. Breaking the law doesn't make someone bad. There's plenty of reasons people commit crime, whether to survive, protect someone, or something else. The issue, especially in Gotham, is the system that perpetuates wealth inequality through bribes and unethical governmental practices.

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[nerdpoe]

Wes Weston's parents, concerned for their sons mental health, move to the Kansas countryside.

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He helped them move in, and Wes clocked him in an instant.

[fruity-arts]

Happy Mother’s Day to our beautiful princess!!!!🌹🌹🌹

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Daddy, don't go.

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[marypsue]

So if you follow me (and aren't just stopping by because you saw one of my funney viralposts), you probably know that I've been writing a bunch of fanfiction for Stranger Things, which is set in rural Indiana in the early- to mid-eighties. I've been working on an AU where (among other things) Robin, a character confirmed queer in canon, gets integrated into a friend group made up of a number of main characters. And I got a comment that has been following me around in the back of my mind for a while. Amidst fairly usual talk about the show and the AU and what happens next, the commenter asked, apparently in genuine confusion, "why wouldn't Robin just come out to the rest of the group yet? They would be okay with it."

I did kind of assume, for a second or two, that this was a classic case of somebody confusing what the character knows with what the author/audience knows. But the more I think about it, the more I feel like it embodies a real generational shift in thinking that I hadn't even managed to fully comprehend until this comment threw it into sharp perspective.

Because, my knee-jerk reaction was to reply to the comment, "She hasn't come out to these people she's only sort-of known for less than a year because it's rural Indiana. In the nineteen-eighties." and let that speak for itself. Because for me and my peers, that would speak for itself. That would be an easy and obvious leap of logic. Because I grew up in a world where you assumed, until proven otherwise, that the general society and everyone around you was homophobic. That it was unsafe to be known to be queer, and to deliberately out yourself required intention and forethought and courage, because you would get negative reactions and you had to be prepared for the fallout. Not from everybody! There were always exceptions! But they were exceptions. And this wasn't something you consciously decided, it wasn't an individual choice, it wasn't an individual response to trauma, it wasn't individual. It was everybody. It was baked in, and you didn't question it because it was so inherently, demonstrably obvious. It was Just The Way The World Is. Everybody can safely be assumed to be homophobic until proven otherwise.

And what this comment really clarified for me, but I've seen in a million tiny clashing assumptions and disconnects and confusions I've run into with The Kids These Days, is that a lot of them have grown up into a world that is...the opposite. There are a lot of queer kids out there who are assuming, by default, that everybody is not homophobic, until proven otherwise. And by and large, the world is not punishing them harshly for making that assumption, the way it once would have.

The whole entire world I knew changed, somehow, very slowly and then all at once. And yes, it does make me feel like a complete space alien just arrived to Earth some days. But also, it makes me feel very hopeful. This is what we wanted for ourselves when we were young and raw and angrily shoving ourselves in everyone's faces to dare them to prove themselves the exception, and this is what I want for The Kids These Days.

(But also please, please, Kids These Days, do try to remember that it has only been this way since extremely recently, and no it is not crazy or pathetic or irrational or whatever to still want to protect yourself and be choosy about who you share important parts of yourself with.)

[hindahoney]

So many of you are genuinely monsters and you think you're the heroes. Forgive me for not believing that any of you ever actually gave a shit about Palestinians, as you sit here in your pro-hamas rallies with swastika flags while you chant "gas the jews!" and tear down posters of kidnapped hostages. You glorify Hamas, the terrorist organization that uses and abuses Palestinians, that shoots them if they try to evacuate from zones that Israel has warned they're going to strike.

You have been silent for decades while Lebanon and Jordan keep their Palestinian population in refugee camps. You have been silent when no other neighboring country has given Palestinians citizenship status that would enable them to live a comfortable, normal life. You were silent when Palestinian Islamic Jihad and Hamas rockets misfire and kill innocent Palestinians. You were silent when Hamas steals aid meant for civilians. You were silent when Hamas dug up water pipes from the ground so that they could make more rockets.

If you were silent then, you're using Palestinians as a mask for your Jew-hatred. If you want to really advocate for Palestinians, keep the same energy for every country, not just the only Jewish state, and try to educate yourself on what Israelis have been doing to try to help Palestinians, because I promise you it's way more than you've ever done in your life.

[chiropteracupola]

"Are you finished with my portrait yet? Show me!" "Cipacton, I can't draw you if you keep moving!"

[ickypuppi3]

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[nattikay]

friendly reminder that Neteyam is a well-adjusted kid who has a good relationship with his parents, that he tries his darnedest to be a good warrior because he genuinely looks up to his dad and wants to be like him, and that the idea that Jake and Neytiri are "forcing" him to be perfect, that they "stole his childhood" or that he's "not allowed" to be a kid, etc. are all pure fanfiction with little to no evidence in canon thanks bye

[little-pondhead]

Oops.

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Especially his so-distant-they're-on-another-tree cousins, the Kents, who contacted his family directly, asking how best to prepare a zombie turkey. Their son was coming for Thanksgiving with his new wife and some coworkers, and they just refused to make the guests fight for their lives on a holiday!

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[incorrect-hs-quotes]

TT: I went to the store with my mom and said I wanted the lesbian candle. TT: She looked at me and said, and I quote; MOM: u have enouhg lesbian shit already how bout getitng a gf for once thag's pretty lesiban to me TT: During pride month, too. Like, Mom???

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[chrsitophwaltz]

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