#i miss my dad.

[softmeetscreatureplz]

Fucking hell I wanna go hang out by a river but the only person who'd take me to a river is like 2 hours away and i can't see him till this weekend

[anonymouscentral]

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[bloodgutangelcake]

he might have unfollowed me on all social medias, unfriended meme on discord, and he might also just be enjoying his life without me. but at least I follow him on spotify!

[unknownadvisor]

i had breakfast like my dad today. i make pancakes the way he taught me when i was little. I drink coffee the same way he does. (dark roast, 3 sugars, a splash of cream. my dad drinks coffee the color of his skin, i once noted, a sort of medium almond tone. he's always tanned, where i just burn.) i buy the same cereal he used to eat when i was a kid. i buy the same oatmeal as him. i eat in the same portions as him, and i scrape out my cereal in the sink. i grab a piece of candy on my way out of stores, and i marinate in the car and eat them before i get home.

[skeletalcorvid]

Missing things and people tonight.

[thedevotionaltour]

do u ever feel like a little insane seeing yourself trying to make something from memory knowing it's something you can't really see again and don't have a picture of so it just feels very. hm. heart wrenching perhaps.

[coffee-scrub]

Mia would have some choice words on Phoenix’s taste in men

Bonus:

[kushexi]

I love them 🥺🥺✨

[gendertroublemaker]

Damnnn it’s been a shitty year I don’t think I can even cry anymore

[trashmakerarticle]

Everyone thinks that dick was the golden child when in reality it was Jason.

Clark: Bruce who was your favourite robin?

Dick: obviously it’s me?

Tim: it’s dick

Damian: I am superior robin, it will be me.

Bruce: it’s Jason

Everyone: WHAT?!?!???

Bruce: why are you so surprised? He didn’t jump on too my chandeliers which I had to replace each week

*everyone looks at dick*

Bruce: he didn’t drop out of school

*everyone looks at tim*

Bruce: I didn’t have to stop him from killing everyone who annoyed him

*everyone looks at Damian*

Bruce: in fact, he enjoyed school and handed all his homework in on time, we would spend hours in the library reading his favourite classics. He even helped Alfred with most of the cooking, He was my little boy

Jason: stop spreading lies, I hate you go away

Bruce: my precious little boy

[mylordshesacactus]

So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.

Stay with me.

We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.

I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.

It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.

(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)

Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.

My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.

When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.

We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.

Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.

The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.

I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.

Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE--”

Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.

But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.

[anonymouscentral]

sigh

[sylcries]

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[moncuries]

firefighter show bisexual

[bootyyyyshaker900]

hey champ dont let it get to you im sure hes fine

Unfortunately, I have already, as you say, let it get to me.

I just don't know why Father wouldn't have already tried to reach out. Is it me? If he was able to make contact, and it's been long enough that he could have recovered, why is he still MIA? Does... Has he decided the mutant project was a failure? Does he think that I've abandoned him for my brothers? Does he hate me for it?

[azz-modeus]

Sometimes all you need in the moment is a hug from your dad.

(no I haven’t decided on a concrete Bruce design yet. Yes he will change in every drawing until I feel happy with how he looks.)