I'm newer to the fandom so maybe I just haven't seen it yet, but I haven't really thought of Harry as a big drinker? I thought that was mostly Louis and his friends.
LISTEN you are missing out, my friend. harry is the sloppiest drunk and it’s beautiful but it’s been suppressed lately because they’ve been pushing the louis! lads! clubbing! stuff for a couple months. but harry! gets! so! sloppy!!
(it’s my head canon that he’s an incredible lightweight but what do i know maybe he drinks like a fish)
here’s a roughly chronological (based on hairstyle) post of the sloppiest pop star of all time THIS IS SO LONG BYE
Combination of Two Prompts: How would Batmom react to Teen Titans Robin and him not being in contact with them for so long? What would happen if she showed up at the tower? AND Dick calls Bruce and Batmom dad and mom for the first time after being adopted.
AN: This was a pretty long one, but filled with fluffy feels, and I love it!!!
Your son is one of the best of his generation, and in your mother’s eye, the best. You understand why he left, you support his choice of independence, but an entire year without a call is simply too much. He stayed in contact for the first two, a random call here, and email, there, but then suddenly there was nothing.
The only thing that let you know he was still alive were the news reports. Bruce, of course, follows every morsel of news. Though he’d never say it out loud, he knows that things need to be fixed. You’d be willing to bet the Wayne family fortune that Dick knows the exact same thing.
You can’t help but smile, after all, that’s what you’re here for; to beat sense into those stubborn heads. The security system is the exact same as the Batcave’s, and you’re surprised to find that your codes work.
You let yourself in, and one quick hack into the system tells you that no one is there. So you wander, you take in the sights, and look around at the home your son has built for himself. You smile when you find his room. He’s changed his uniform a bit. There are no photos in obvious places or any real identifying marks.
You leave the room for the common room and take a seat on the couch. You pull the photo album out and just wait. When the sound of footsteps and laughter sounds, you slip on the mask that’s needed; it actually goes rather nicely with your outfit.
More than just his team strolls through the doors, it seems like every super powered teen in existence is there and Dick just stops at the sight of you. You stand up, and say, “I didn’t realize you’d be in the middle of a party.”
He stiffens a bit and asks, “What are you doing here?” His voice is a bit hesitant.
You grab your bag, and approach him. The closer you get the more you realize just how much he’s grown. You smile and say, “We need to talk.” He glances back at his friends and back to you, you just say, “I’ll wait in your room, I already know the way.”
He watches you slide through the doors and Starfire asks, “Robin, who is that woman?”
His voice is tight with emotion when he says “She’s my mother.”
There’s a collective statement of “You have a mother?”
Dick just glances at Roy and Wally, the only two not surprised and says, “Of course I have a mother.” Before he walks out of the room.
He finds you sitting on the bed, sans mask. Before he can say a word you say, “No masks, you know the rules.”
He doesn’t fight you on it, just removes his mask. You smile and open your arms. Sure enough he slides right into them. His head goes to your lap, and your fingers run through his hair. When the sobs come you know something happened, that there was a reason he hadn’t called.
You let him cry, because sometimes everyone needs to, and you’d be willing to bet that your baby is long overdue. When he’s done, he slides on to the bed and tells you everything. He tells you about being held against his will by Slade, being forced to do horrible things, and then he tells you about the Brotherhood of Evil, and finally about Trigon.
You listen as he pours out every pent up emotion, and when he’s done you don’t say anything about it. Instead you start on your own story, “Do you remember when you first came to live at the manor?”
His brow furrows, “Of course.”
You smile and remove a stuffed elephant from your bag, his eyes go wide at the sight of it. “You were so little and scared, and man oh man, did you remind me of Bruce. You two were the same age you know, when you lost your parents. You didn’t know what to make of us, and we weren’t really sure what to make of you to be honest. At that point we’d only been responsible for ourselves.”
Dick smirks, “And all of Gotham.”
You smile, as your hand strokes over the elephants worn head, “We’d never planned on kids, but when we saw you after that show, it hit us, you were ours. And then you started to grow, and you took on the family business with your dad, and I was just amazed, at how lucky we were to be blessed with a kid like you.”
“You always made sure to keep my birth parents in the picture though. You’d talk about them with me, you’d take me to visit their graves whenever I wanted to. You even had that portrait made.”
You grin, “That was all your dad, he didn’t want you to feel like we were replacing them.”
“You didn’t I just got lucky and got to have two sets of parents.”
You smile, and there’s a moment of silence, “He misses you, you know.” Dick doesn’t say anything. “He bookmarks every newspaper article on you saving the day. Even has a subscription to the local paper. He’s very proud.”
“He wouldn’t be proud if he knew what happened.” You smile a bit and he just groans, “How in the world does he know?”
You smile, “He saw the footage from the top of the Wayne tower, you were stealing from.”
“He didn’t come.”
“He was on his way, already tracked Slade’s headquarters down and everything, when it suddenly blew up, he knew that your team had made things right. The Brotherhood of Evil was a learning experience too, and you saved the world from Trigon. When it comes down to it, you’ve done a lot of good Dick. And you’ve made a lot of friends too.”
He smiles, “It’s the bi-yearly get together. Pizza party.”
You groan, “Please tell me you at least eat some healthy things.”
He smirks, “I make Alfred proud every once in awhile.”
You pass him the elephant and he smiles and you say, “I never thought you’d leave her behind.”
He shrugs, “I outgrew her.”
You just smile, “When you first came to live with us you refused to let her go. Took her everywhere, for that first year.”
Dick just smiles, “You guys homeschooled me for that first year. I didn’t have to let her go.”
You laugh, “Still, you took her to all the Wayne foundation events, to restaurants, when we’d visit your dad at work. You even insisted that she be buckled in. You also insisted on taking her to that theme park. I was against it, I just knew she’d get put down somewhere, but Bruce insisted that everything would be fine.”
“I’d been with you guys for about eight months at that point, I was at the tail end of my Robin training.”
You nod, “Sure enough you left her there. You were in tears, you kept saying I have to have her, we have to get her back, she’s family. And then at some point you look up at me and Bruce and you said, ‘Please Mommy, please Daddy, we have to go search for her.’ That was the first time you called us Mom and Dad. It wouldn’t become a regular thing until a few months later, but in that moment your dad and I knew we’d move heaven and earth to make you happy.”
Dick just smiles, “That was the first time he took me out as Robin. He called it the case of the missing elephant. He helped me track her down. Someone had thrown her in the trash on top of some nachos.”
You smile, “I had to hand wash her, and then throw her in the washing machine three times to get all that cheese off. It’s amazing she doesn’t have any stains.”
There’s a moment of silence before he says, “I’m sorry I didn’t stay in contact.”
You pull him in for a hug, “It’s okay, baby boy. You can make it up by coming to dinner this Friday.”
“Mom, I don’t know if I’m …”
You cut him off, “He misses you Dick. You’re his son, and whatever that stupid argument was about three years ago, it’s forgotten.”
“He really wants to see me?”
You smile, “He talks about you all the time, how proud he is of what you’ve accomplished.”
He smiles and says, “I’ll be there.”
“Good, you can meet your new brother.”
His eyes go wide, “You had a, but the papers didn’t say anything about …”
You smirk, “His name is Jason, Bruce found him trying to take the wheels off the Batmobile. He’s in training right now.”
Dick smiles, “Good, Batman needs a Robin, and I’ve been thinking it might be time to change things up. New identity for a new chapter and all that.”
You lean down and kiss the top of his head, “As long as Dick Grayson remains that sweet, caring, and noble boy that I’ve always known, I think that sounds wonderful.”
He kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you Friday, Mom.”
You smile and leave his room, slipping on the mask again before you go. Waiting outside the door are all the teen heroes. You smile and say, “Speedy, Kid Flash, you have his back right?”
Wally just grins and says, “Always Batmom, you know that.”
You turn to the rest of his immediate team, “Thank you for taking such good care of my son. It’s good to see he’s made excellent friends.” They’re too stunned to say anything else. You leave the tower without another word. You reach home several hours later, to find Bruce waiting up for you despite the hour.
“Jason asleep?” you ask.
He just smiles and says, “Yep, he and Alfred baked cookies all day, and you know what a task master Alfred is when it comes to his kitchen.” He pauses before asking, “How’s our oldest son?”
“Coming to dinner on Friday.”
“He’s okay though?”
You nod, “The picture of health, seems like he made some pretty good friends, too.”
Bruce just smiles and says, “Thank God.”
You grab his hand, “Come on Caped Crusader, time for bed.”
He come with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and says, “Bed sounds absolutely divine.”
When I was a kid, the one thing I wanted more than anything else was a Cabbage Patch Kid.
But, in the late 80s/early 90s - they didn’t make Cabbage Patch Kids with light brown skin and dark brown hair and eyes.
There was black and white and that’s how the world was divided….but not because I grew up in Southall.
Pretty much every kid I went to school with had brown skin, brown hair and a mom who made them eat rice every night.
So, where were our dolls?
I watched Hasan Minhaj’s Netflix special - Homecoming King - recently and I fucking loved it. LOVED it. It was like hanging out with my coolest cousins - it was hilarious, heartfelt and bilingual.
Here’s a dude that looks like me and sounds like me.
Someone who can reference Drake and knows heartbreak.
Someone who also understands that if you’re reading this, it’s already too late, I’ve bit the fucking laving in the biryani and I think I might be dying, man.
Over the past couple of years - I’ve noticed it more and more.
More Indians represented in media.
More people who look like me and sound like me.
For me, it started with Kal Penn in Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle.
For the first time in my life - I saw an Indian character I could relate to. For once, I saw an Indian person who didn’t have a thick, ridiculous accent. An Indian person who wasn’t mocked with “smelly curry” jokes.
Sidebar: Literally fuck every single person who makes this joke. Firstly, people didn’t die in the spice trade for you to be so goddamn ignorant and secondly, do you even understand how complicated and lush and beautiful a curry is? How much time and energy and love it takes to make? No. You don’t. So, shut the hell up and try not to choke on your shitty mayonnaise sandwich.
I saw an Indian dude who dropped pop culture references and used the word “dude” about as much as I do. I saw someone whose dad looked like an angrier version of Paps. I saw an Indian who wasn’t a doctor or an engineer or a call center employee.
Alright, fine. He was applying to med school in the movie but like the man said:
And then came Mindy Kaling who was basically a goddamn revelation in really cute shoes.
A smart, funny, mouthy Indian woman WRITER who gives ALL the fucks about cute packaging for make-up and SNL sketches?
It was like hearing my voice for the first time. Holy shit - that’s what I sound like?! That’s amazing! My voice is like a cross between Fergie Asha Bhosle and Jesus!
And of course, there’s Aziz Ansari. A man who created a genuinely honest look at the first-generation immigrant experience for millennials with Master of None.
The “Parents” episode of the first season and the “Religion” episode of the second season really hit home for me. The former deals with the stark differences between immigrant parents and their children and the latter deals with coming out to your parents about your lack of religious convictions - both issues I’ve certainly dealt with in the past couple of years.
I am part of #NewBrownAmerica
I can talk about the issues of the GOP condemning systemic poverty as if it were a mortal sin, I can rhyme every single word in Montell Jordan’s This Is How We Do It, I know how Ganesh got his elephant head and that Mom has hidden little Ganesh statues in all of my apartments she’s been in and I’ve been making cups of chai since I was six-years-old, so I’m totally comfortable mocking the shit out of anyone who orders chai tea lattes.
Chai means tea. Latte means milk. You’re ordering a tea tea milk and you need to knock it off.
And I can do whatever the hell I dream of doing because isn’t that the promise of America?
I’ve even become more comfortable with speaking Gujarati. I mean, I’m super rubbish at it and my pronunciation will make every one of my masis wince, but I’m not embarrassed anymore like I used to be.
We were trying to book an AirBnB last night and I asked J to text the link to our buddy.
“How do I do that?” “Here. Batawu.”
As in, here. Let me show you.
I’m becoming more myself and it feels easier.
Maybe because I’m in my mid-30s and you just don’t care as much about that kind of stuff anymore but also because there’s a we now.
I see people like myself on television and it’s such a big fucking deal. And you know what’s even more exciting?
In like, fifty years - it won’t even be a big deal anymore. Some little Indian girl is going to see tons of people on TV like her and she won’t even bat an eye because duh, why wouldn’t Indian people be on TV like everyone else?
Representation matters and seeing this new crop of talented, smart, funny and brilliant brown people who grew up on Bollywood and Barbies, Ganesh and Ghostbusters and the goddamn pressure cooker going off at 8:00 in the morning gives me such hope.
To the pink elephant in my head - I greet you every morning and dream of you every night. You are more beautiful than ever, and I am deathly afraid of letting you go. But you cannot stay in there forever. One day, you will disappear without a trace, and when that time comes, I will greet you in your natural home.
•Betty loves her boyfriend and by association Betty loves his beanie. she loves that he’s comfortable enough around her to be seen without the article of clothing he considers his security blanket but she can’t deny that she thinks he’s absolutely adorable in the floppy hat he wears daily.
•She sews the beanie and re knits it when it tears and cleans it in the sink with special yarn safe detergent she found special on amazon for a price Jughead doesn’t even bother asking about.
•Jughead has a picture of betty wearing the way too big, knitted beanie placed lopsided on her head nearly covering her eyes as she shovels the front walk of his trailer safely placed in his wallet.
• He stops wearing the beanie when he turns twenty four , he’s too old now and his editor has been on his case regarding the silly hat at book tours and press conferences. Jughead doesn’t see the hat for another three years, not until he’s putting his new born son down for a nap when he sees the worn out grey crown shaped beanie wrapped around a stuffed elephants head in his sons crib.
•Betty claims she didn’t put it there but he knows better. That beanie stays in the family for generations to come.