Robbie being unintentionally good at dealing with the children’s flaws.
Stingy claims everything as his? Robbie figures he’d never had something that was truly his and helps him make his own clothes. That are his only, have only ever been his and were made specifically for him.
Trixie causes trouble left and right? She needs attention, she is bored. So he entertains her and puts her in charge of something so she can feel important.
Ziggy is obsessed with sweets? Let him eat all the candy he wants. After a day of stomach pain and nausea he’ll never want so much candy again. Some things you have to experience to know they’re not good for you.
Pixel doesn’t like social interactions and sometimes spends hours playing video games right until the next morning? Robbie teaches him ways how to cope with being an introvert and feeling overwhelmed by sensations and explains things to the other children so they can be considerate. As for the gaming, the power goes out suspiciously often lately…
And what about Stephanie? Well, sometimes she can be a bit forceful and stubborn and can’t see other people’s side of the argument. So Robbie, simply by telling her no and annoyedly pointing out the things she missed/ignored, helps her be less narrow-minded.
And he does all of that unintentionally. He just does it without second thought, as if that’s normal and obvious while Sportacus stands flabbergasted and very much in love.
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Both? As a woman in the hobby, it’s easy enough to see that it’s overwhelmingly male. Although I’d love to see more women and I think the hobby is moving to be more inclusive, that by itself isn’t necessarily a problem. If anything, it’s an opportunity to invite some really cool new people into a hobby I love. (Although sometimes it is annoying to be the only person who looks like you and some women do find that alienating).
The real problem comes in in 2 places:
When women come into the hobby, some of the less socially astute or straight up creepy members of the hobby don’t make them feel welcome. Sometimes this is hitting on them, sometimes it’s treating them with disrespect, sometimes it’s gatekeeping and sometimes its expecting them or their players to fufill gender norms or sexual fantasies (any of the creepy sex stories you see fall into this category). Sometimes women don’t even need to be present for this to happen. I had a coworker who told me he doesn’t allow female characters in his game period (not sure if that includes npcs) because he didn’t trust the guys in his game not to be weird about it. This solution is…problematic…but it was the best response he could think of to the gender problems he saw at his table. I’ve never personally seen this, but I’ve heard plenty of stories of women who had bad experiences or sometimes didn’t even want to try the game because they’ve heard about bad experiences and don’t want to have to deal with that kind of behavior in their downtime. Any games with strangers are especially notorious for this (roll20 groups, less friendly flgs, cons, etc).
This one I’ve seen more and personally experienced: Defensive guys who don’t think there’s a problem. It seems like any time anyone brings up the fact that D&D is mostly white men, the worse parts of the community come out swinging. It doesn’t matter if it’s a woman talking about how she was interruped, a guy suggesting more female or PoC npcs or (like in this thread) a complaint about creepy behavior, people will pop out of the woodwork to explain to you why this experience wasn’t valid. Which usually means “I don’t see it as a problem, because it doesn’t affect me.” And to some degree, I completely get it. For a lot of us, tabletop is a place where we can relax and be accepted for who we are, and when someone says it’s not, it can feel like an attack. It’s normal to want to defend that. The problem is, the people “attacking” it, are usually other gamers who love the hobby and want to help everyone feel that same sense of acceptance.
I’ve been playing for almost 7 years now, DMing for 4 or so, and am active here, so I’d say I’m pretty integrated in the community. As a woman, though, whenever gender pops up, I know it’s going to be bad. There are people who are great and are trying to help, but there’s also going to be quite a few loud jerks who want to be sure you know that everything is just fine and you’re an SJW for complaining. I’d guess the experience is similar sometimes for players with a different skin color or queer players. It’s enough, sometimes, to make me feel like I don’t belong in my hobby and might never truly belong.
This is from a thread on Reddit about RPGs and creepiness. This woman is responding to another redditor who asked, “might i ask what the gender problem is? that not enough women play, or behavior from guys?”
There is more to her comment, and if you’re interested enough to have read this far, I encourage you to click through and read the rest of it, as well as some of the discussion that it inspired.
Gamers, especially my fellow men: we have a big problem in our hobby, and we need to talk about it.
aaaand that’s the mane 6! knee problems persist but I think I’ve got it figured out now, and should be able to fix Rainbow and AJ without too much trouble.
I had NO idea how to break down Pinkie’s hair, not sure the way I did it is the best solution but…oh well. :x subsequently she has some of the worst extreme angles of all of them, but I gave her some extra stuff to try and make up for it. also it felt wrong to have Pinkie not be able to stick her tongue out.
next up…. I’m gonna have to figure out Sunset’s hair aw dangit
From the Reader’s Choice, this was the most requested fic: Batmom taking in Conner after
Superman rejects him and the boys being a little uncomfortable and Bruce being
mad but her convincing them that he’s just like them (+ jokes about him looking
just like all the others with dark hair/blue eyes)?
Author’s Note: So Match and Conner are from the Young Justice TV show. The timeline is a little different in this story. The Young Justice team was disbanded, Superboy was never found by the sidekicks, the Justice League found them. I think that’s all!
Let me know what you think, and if you think I should continue the series!!
You are watching up in the
Watchtower when Superman finds his two clones. One made with his exact DNA,
later named Match, and one who’s DNA was spliced with Lex Luthor’s DNA, later
named Conner. Both boys are transported up to the Watchtower, still inside
their containment pods, so J’onn can examine their mental state.
The medical bay doors slide
open, and you step inside, “How are they, J’onn?”
The Martian hums, “This one,
the exact clone, he is unstable. I will do my best to settle his mind, however
that is not a permanent solution. Batman has already agreed to help find a
cure. He believes that it is the full Kryptonian DNA, as the other one, who is
half human, does not show the same signs”
“I’ll help him when I’m done
here.” Glancing over at the viewing window, you glimpse a red cape slipping out
of view, “How’s Superman taking all this?”
“He seems … angry … at this
turn of events. He has already decided that he does not want the children”
You twitch, brow furrowing,
“What does he plan to do with them?”
“He is uncertain, it is one
of the reasons for his agitation”
“I’ll let you get back to
work, J’onn, I want to see how far Batman has gotten with his research”
“I wish you luck”
“Bruce, you don’t understand,
Clark doesn’t want the boys. He doesn’t want to take care of them, teach them to
use their powers, he can barely stand to be in the same room as them, and they
haven’t even woken up yet!!”
“Y/N, we don’t need any more
children. Damian is already filling the Manor with animals, Tim is constantly
bringing the Teen Titans here, Jason has the Outlaws, Dick may be in Bludhaven
but he comes to the Manor almost every weekend, and I have Gotham to take care
of. Who is going to teach these clones everything that they need to know?”
“No, Bruce, listen. These are
two boys who have never been outside of that pod, and if they were it was to do
Cadmus’ bidding! Two boys who have never known what it’s like to be a part of a
family! Are you really going to let them be tossed aside by Clark? Because if
you are then … then … then I’m going to move up to the Watchtower to take care
of them” You cross your arms over your chest, “Yeah, that’s what I’m going to
do, and you’re going to have to explain to the boys why I’m never around
“You’re being ridiculous!”
“I am not! I want to help
them in the only way I know how, by being a mother”
Bruce groans, he’s never been
able to deny you anything, “Fine! But you’re the one who has to explain
everything to the boys! And … and I’m mad at you!”
You raise your nose in an
obnoxiously aristocratic manor, “I don’t know why you would be, they
“Every other male child you
have brought into the Manor has had dark hair, and blue eyes. Both of the
Superboy’s have black hair and blue eyes. So, they match the set” It had been a
running joke between you and your boys. The fact the Bruce Wayne seems to only
ever adopt dark haired boys with blue eyes was a rumor that had been circling
Gotham for a while. It was a joke that you had kept from your husband for
several years. Well, the secret’s out now!
Bruce groans again, and you
can hear him bang his head down on the lab table he’s working at. Stifling a
laugh, you quickly make your way up the Batcave stairs. It’s time to have a
family meeting, and let the boys know that they’ll be getting two new brothers,
that is if the Superboy’s agree to your offer.
The boys all agree to come to
dinner the next night, curious about the news you have for them. Once everyone
is finished eating, you usher your children into the study to tell them the
“So, I know you all have
heard about the two new Supers up in the Watchtower …”
Damian groans, “Please tell
me that father has not decided to house those abominations!”
“No, Bruce didn’t decide
anything … I did. I decided that we would be giving the two boys a home. Bruce
is down in the cave right now, working on a serum that will stabilize one of
the clones’ DNA …”
“They aren’t even stable?!?
And you want to bring them here?!” Jason shoots up from his chair, angrily
pacing in front of you, “Mom, you’re human, they could kill you with a look,
and they aren’t even stable …”
“They will be stable once
Bruce finishes the serum.” You lean forward, making it a point to meet the eyes
of each of your sons, “These boys don’t have anywhere else to go. Yes, they can
stay up in the Watchtower, surrounded by people who will inadvertently
ostracize them, or study them. Yes, the JL can force Superman to look after him
two clones, and he’ll probably stick them in his Fortress of Solitude to be
taught by an AI. Or, I can bring them here, teach them about humans, help them
obtain new skills, experience new things.” You rub your temples, “Boys, I took
each of you in, raised you as my own, and loved you like any mother would. I
can’t just sit by and watch two children suffer when I know I can help them”
Tim hums softly, and smirks,
“Do they match?”
“Of course! You think I would
try and bring boys into this house who don’t match! They both have black hair
and bright blue eyes”
“tt, I suppose it would be a
good thing to have two Supers on our side”
Dick shrugs, “Yeah, I mean I
only come around for visits every once and a while, but I think it would be a
good idea to make sure that two Kryptonians don’t start hating Earth”
“Good point” Tim leans back in his chair, “I would like a sample of their blood before they moved in though”
He turns big eyes on you, hoping that you’ll be able to get him what his little
detective brain wants.
“No, you can’t have a sample
of their blood … but, I can let you look at their files” Tim lets out a
triumphant shout, wiggling excitedly. Now you turn to Jason, the only one to
not readily agree. “Boys, why don’t you go see what Alfred has for dessert, I
need to talk to Jason alone”
Once everyone else is gone,
you shift closer to your second oldest son, but before you can say anything,
Jason starts to speak, “I don’t think this is a good idea! What if they turn
out to be crazy? What if they go on a rampage? What if they can’t control their
powers?” His voice drops, eyes no longer meeting yours, “What if they hurt
Quickly slipping to kneel on
the floor, you tilt Jason’s chin, forcing him to meet your eyes, “They might
hurt me, Jaybird. I can’t guarantee that they won’t. But they won’t kill me,
they won’t make me love you any less. If you’re that nervous about them moving
in, come stay at the Manor for their first two weeks. You can help me get them
settled, and see for yourself how they are, okay?”
“Good boy, now come on. I
don’t want Dick to eat all the cookies again”
Jason flashes a brief smile,
before he takes off toward the kitchen. Alfred’s cookies can be quite the
motivating force among the bat family members.
another week after the serum is given to the clones before J’onn thinks that
it’s safe enough to wake them.
course, you demanded to be there. Bruce had tried to talk you out of it, but
you were adamant that one of the first faces they see be yours.
full Kryptonian, the one dubbed “Match” on his file, is the first to wake up.
His eyes are frantic, instead of a white sclera his iris is surrounded by
of letting him continue to panic you decide to step forward, “Hello” Making
sure to pitch your voice low, almost in a whisper, “You don’t need to be
afraid, you’re in the Watchtower, you’re safe”
you sit down in the chair beside his bed, making yourself smaller, less
threatening. Immediately he relaxes, “My name is Y/N. What’s your name?”
called me Match.”
do you want me to call you Match, or do you want to take another name?”
clone pauses, brow furrowing, “I-I’d like to keep Match”
I can call you Match” Extending one hand, you flash a bright smile, “It’s nice
to meet you, Match”
nice to meet you too. Can you – can you tell me why I feel … different?”
scratches the back of his head, “I feel more in control. I can think clearly
helped my husband and sons develop a serum that helped bind together the gaps
and breakages in your DNA sequence. It took a few days to develop, but the
serum is meant to help you gain control of the overactive aggression and
adrenalin that was constantly being secreted by your brain.” You gently place a
hand on Match’s, “It wasn’t your fault that you were always so out of control.
The blood they managed to get from Superman was full of excess adrenalin
because they got it when he was in the middle of a battle.”
I’m better now?”
should be in more control than you were. I’m sorry that we couldn’t ask you
first, but my husband didn’t want to risk you hurting anyone if we woke you
nods, “I understand” He finally seems to notice Conner lying prone in the bed decide
his, “Is that …?”
brother, yes. He’s only half Kryptonian. His DNA is a combination of Superman’s
and Lex Luthor’s. According to Camdus’ notes, he’s also younger than you”
my little brother? And he … isn’t as strong as me?”
he would be considered your younger brother, and no, he isn’t going to be as
strong as you”
face hardens, “I’ll protect him. Cadmus won’t get him again” He turns toward
you, already shifting slightly, ready to spring in between you and his new
brother, “You don’t have to worry, Match, I don’t want to hurt your brother any
more than you do”
flash a brief smile, “I’d like to invite my friend in here, his name is J’onn,
and my husband, Batman. They’ll be able to wake up your brother, and we can
have this same talk with him. I was hoping that you’d be able to help him feel
a little more comfortable.”
I’d like to meet him. Cadmus kept me in that pod, they only took me out to
‘test’ me against the other clones … I always won. I couldn’t ever talk to the
away from them now, and you’ll never have to go back to them, not if I can help
boy, who decides on the name Conner, is quieter than Match. He listens
intently, only asking questions every once and awhile, he mainly watches you
and allows Match to put an arm over his shoulder.
are you doing this?”
do you mean?”
lip curls slightly in a self-deprecating smirk, “I mean, why did you take us
from Cadmus? What do you want us to do in order for us to keep our freedom?
When are you going to put us back in our pods?”
not going to put you back in your pods, honestly my husband had to stop me from
throwing those things out the air lock! You boys don’t have to do anything unless you want to. We aren’t
going to force you into servitude just to keep your freedom, this isn’t some
kind of bartering game. And we took you from Cadmus because … well because
you’re children, and no child should be forced to grow up in some test tube!
They should be able to have fun, and choose their own paths in life!”
nods, not hearing a single lie in your statement, “I believe you, you don’t …
feel like the scientists did. You feel good, warm”
glad” You glance over at Conner, who is now leaning more into Match than he was
a few minutes ago, “Now I know that you’ve only been awake for a few hours, but
the sedative we gave you is still working its way out of your system. Why don’t
you two go to sleep, and when you wake up we can talk a little bit more.”
stands up slowly, and plops himself down on his bed. He curls up in a tight
little ball, snuggling under the blankets, you barely hear the soft “Okay”
before he’s completely asleep.
drags the bed closer so he can keep an eye on Conner, “Thank you for taking us
form Cadmus. I’ve only met him once, but I know that Lex Luthor will not let
Conner go very easily. He will try and take him back”
you reach out, running fingers through his short hair, just like you do with
all your other children, “You just leave Lex Luthor to me, Match, I’ll take
care of him”
I read the absolute worst article on Washington Post the other day that centrist Democrats are worried that the “Bernie Agenda”- specifically economic populism, abortion rights, and transgender rights - is going to scare off moderates in Mid West states where they may be vulnerable, so much so that they are starting a PAC to fight Bernie. In the Mid West. I mean, if economic neoliberalism is what wins in the Rust Belt, then Clinton surely would have won in Wisconsin…
Okay, well what about Michigan?
No again…. well what about those areas where Democrats don’t usually win (or at least don’t expect to win anymore), sure the “Bernie Agenda “ is too Kooky Leftist in those states
Maybe the Democratic party should take a tip from the DFL in Minnesota, the most reliably Democratic state in the Union. You would think the DFL’s consistent win streak in a Mid Western state isolated by Red in 2016 would be attributed to throwing women, and LGBTQ people, and minorities under the bus right? Wrong. The DFL’s platform is MORE socially progressive than the National Party WITHOUT abandoning Blue Collar labor and farmers.
And, BTW, that’s from 2012. They included Gender Identity in 2012 and still won big because for people that those matters don’t affect them (or may even be otherwise against) will vote for whoever gives them the best economic deal. We can have Labor and Civil Rights.
The solution to beating Republicans isn’t weaker Democrats.
“(Y/N) please-”, Yoongi rushed to your side as he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks but you stepped back, holding your free hand in front of yourself. You didn’t want to feel his touch. It always made you weak, weak for him, weak for his excuses, but you needed to stay sane in that moment. You needed him to realize how bad he screwed up. He needed to see how mad and hurt you were. If he touched you, all those feelings would vanish in a matter of seconds.
“Don’t touch me Yoongi”, you choked out and he stood still. His eyes that usually didn’t hold much emotions, were full of brokenness, regret and a hint of something you couldn’t quite make out. His shoulders had sunken forward while his hands were in his pockets.
“Why now? Why, out of all days, you picked today to talk to me?”, you sniffed and wiped over your face with the back of your hand. Today had been a rather good day for you but now you were a mess like any other day before. Just with the slight difference that today you were a mess because Yoongi was talking to you. The other days you were a mess because he didn’t talk to you.
“I-I don’t know”, he stammered, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t know you were here but as soon as I saw you, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. The last month has been horrible. I felt as if I was going through hell every single time I heard your ringtone or saw your messages. Every time I heard you in our living room or saw you leave the dorms. I wanted to hold you, tell you everything will be okay. I wanted to be the one to bring you food over and take you to your appointments. I wanted to hold you in my arms until you fell asleep like we used to. Feel your heartbeat against my body and having your smell linger in my studio. I wanted to tell you cheesy lines that reminded me of you just to hear your beautiful laugh”, he had stepped closer as his index finger gently caressed the side of your face, his eyes moving over yours.
The thing in his eyes, you couldn’t make out at first - it was loneliness.
“Then why did you ignore me? Why did you hurt me like that when you felt that way?”, you stared at him, pleading for an explanation. “Why did you leave me?”
Yoongi closed his eyes and swallowed hard, before shaking his head. “Because I was scared. You know how hard I work to make our dreams come true and with a baby all this hard work would have been for nothing.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Having a baby doesn’t mean that everything is ruined Yoongi. Yes, you have more responsibility but it doesn’t ruin your career. You’re very talented and everybody knows that.”
He let his hand fall down and bit down on his lip. “No, you don’t get it (Y/N). I’d have to make more time for you and the baby because obviously I can’t let you raise it alone. I wouldn’t be able to tour because I have you and the baby at home - touring would mean leaving you behind like a single mother for several months. That’s horrible. A baby would mean getting less sleep than I already do, bringing me closer to a burn-out than I already am, which I cannot afford. There are just so many negative points in this (Y/N), talent alone doesn’t make them go away.”
Confusion was written all over your face as Yoongi’s words sunk in. Realization hit you, making your jaw drop.
“Hold on - what exactly do you want Yoongi?”, you glared at him skeptically, hoping that your thoughts were wrong, silently praying to God that you were simply being overly paranoid.
He gently grabbed your hands, letting his fingers play with yours as his eyes softened. “I want you. I want you to take me back and be my girlfriend again (Y/N), please. I love you.”
These were the words you had waited for, for so long. Dreamed of every night since he left and cried over to exhaustion. But now that Yoongi had said them, an uncertain feeling spread throughout your chest area, making sickness approach you.
“But you just said that you didn’t want a baby, Yoongi”, you raised one eyebrow at him as he giggled at your words.
You didn’t understand what was so funny.
“Yeah, I don’t want a baby. I want you.”
Silence. The only noise you registered was a floor creaking somewhere in the dorm and your thoughts telling you to run.
You were right.
Your heart beating increased and sweat formed on your palms. An enormous feeling of having to protect the little human inside of you, made your body shake.
“You’re expecting me to get an abortion?”, you asked hesitantly, afraid to hear the answer. He couldn’t be this heartless. He just couldn’t. Not the Yoongi that you knew and loved. He wouldn’t do that.
“Exactly”, he answered shortly, giving your hands a tight squeeze and smiling warmly at you. “It’s not like the baby is an actual human yet, we’re not killing anybody. We’re just doing the right thing.”
Never in all those years of knowing Yoongi, you would have thought that he’d be capable of suggesting something like that. You couldn’t even picture him thinking about such a cruelty.
He wanted to kill your baby.
He wanted to get rid of it to be able to keep on dating you secretly again and not lose his job. He didn’t care about the baby, nor you. It was all about his job, his career, his image.
“You can’t be serious right now, Yoongi”, you slowly withdrew your hands from his touch, placing them on your tummy and slightly stepped back.
His eyebrows raised in confusion. “Of course I am (Y/N). That’s the best solution for all of us.”
Crazily, you started shaking your head, disbelief numbing your body. “This is the best solution for you! What about the baby? You’re just gonna kill it off because it’s an inconvenience to you? What if I’m an inconvenience at some point, huh? Are you gonna kill me then, too?”
At this point, you were screaming at him, forgetting about all the pain you had gone through because of him. All you could think of was he wants my baby dead, repeating in your head like a deadly mantra.
“What? No, of course not. Are you crazy? That’s different! This baby isn’t even born yet”, he screamed back, trying to come closer to you but you pushed him away with one hand while the other one was still holding onto your tiny tummy. Jungkook was right, you weren’t fat but you did have a little noticeable tummy by now and you were going to protect it, no matter what. Or who.
“How is this different Min Yoongi? This baby is a living creature just like you and me. It might not be fully developed yet but it’s still a little person. It’s still a little person that we”, you signaled in between the two of you, “created. It has our DNA, our blood, our everything. It is growing inside of me and God have mercy, I will do anything and everything to protect this little creature from anything and anyone.”
Your fists were balled and your body was shaking angrily. Yoongi’s expression turned from confused to attentive.
“Babe listen, that’s just your motherly instincts. It’s nothing-”, Yoongi tried to explain but you held up a hand, not believing what you were about to say.
“Yoongi, if you don’t want this baby then fine. I’ll leave you alone. You don’t have to raise this baby with me. But I’m not going to abort it. Never. I might be a broke college student with a shitty part-time job that really does not pay me enough but I’ll get through it. I have the boys and Jin who are supporting me so much, unlike you. Especially Jin. So you don’t have to worry, he’ll take care of me and the baby and help me whenever I need help”, you tried to look at him with a straight face but you were never that good in hiding your emotions. He could read you like an open book and he knew that it hurt you to say those words to him.
“So what, Jin is going to replace me and raise that baby instead? Jin, who is secretly in love with you and has been for years is going to be its dad while me - the actual father - will be “Uncle Yoongi” is this how it’s going to be? Wow what a great choice (Y/N), really. You have to be kidding me”, he clenched his teeth and tilted his head in annoyance. “I won’t let him take you away from me. We’ve been through too much (Y/N). I love you and want to be with you! Why can’t you see that? Why isn’t that enough?”
You stopped in your tracks. What did Yoongi just say?
“What did you say?”
“Why isn’t my love enough-”, he started but you shook your head.
“No, the other thing about Jin. He’s what?”, there’s no way you had heard right. He was just a friend, nothing more.
Yoongi rolled his eyes and bit onto his lower lip, moving from one foot to another. He was anxious and you could tell. “He has been in love with you since I introduced you to the boys. He confessed it to me maybe a year after we started dating. It was so obvious, I thought you’d be able to tell.”
Again, you shook your head. This time more slowly.
That’s why he always went the extra mile to make sure you were doing fine.
It all makes sense now.
Slowly, you took a deep breath and exhaled in order to calm yourself. You couldn’t afford to make any irrational decision right now.
Looking up at Yoongi, you noticed his sunken figure and your heart shattered into even tinier pieces than it had been before. “Jin will not be their dad and you won’t be the uncle. You’re the father Yoongi and nothing’s going to change that. I will raise this kid because I always hoped for a future with you, a future where we’d be happily married with our own family and I love you so much Min Yoongi, I do. You’re the love of my life and even if I have to raise our baby alone, he or she should know that at least their mom believed in love”, you cleared your throat before continuing. “Also, Jin won’t take me away from you because”, another deep inhale, “I don’t belong to you and we’re not together anymore. You left me and you don’t want this baby. So, no Yoongi, your love is not enough for me. If you loved me like you say you do, we’d be making up already and talking about our future with the baby. Not discussing your wish for its abortion and fathomless jealousy of Jin.”
“Babe, I-”, his face fell and tears welled up in his eyes.
You turned your back to him and walked towards the front door, unable to take in his broken state anymore because in your opinion, he wasn’t allowed to feel that way. You were the broken one. Not him. He didn’t have any right to be this upset and helpless.
“No Yoongi, that’s it. You don’t want the baby, okay. I get it. I should have understood that earlier and not bother you with all my calls and texts and randomly show up at your house, imagining that I knew you well enough to think you were only being stubborn”, you clumsily put on your shoes while Yoongi simply stood behind you, looking like a lost boy.
“Please don’t go”, he whispered under tears, voice cracking, making you look up. It broke your heart and new tears rolled down your cheeks as well, as you saw his heartache displayed on his face. Gently, you wiped some tears off his cheeks.
“I have to”, you replied, turning around before he could do or say anything, closing the door behind you.
Because of recent hate towards Haechan through SNS, there has been a day dedicated for all NCTzens and others who want to support Haechan to take to Twitter and trend the following hashtags. As his fans, supporters and admirers, we can retaliate and protect him from seeing such things by surrounding him with messages created by us. If everyone takes part in this project this can be a success. By doing so we would be giving him the courage to fight on, be the best he is and keep chasing his dreams. In times when others are looking down on you, the best solution is getting support by those who really believe in you. Let’s all reach out to Haechan to tell him he’s not alone and that we believe in him!
✨Twitter project for NCT Haechan! ✨
Starts Saturday, September 9th 11 PM KST until Sunday, September 10th 12 AM KST
Trend hashtags :
You can add Haechan pics! Don’t forget to mention @NCTsmtown and @NCTsmtown_127~
There’s 7.6 billion people on our earth, our lovely little home. And it’s terrifying how many of us take our own lives or who are on the verge, but not a single one of those people care enough to notice, or to tell us we matter. How fucking sad and terrifying. Maybe we’re all just really good at playing our roles as perfectly healthy people who live a perfect life, or maybe our world is so twisted that people just don’t care anymore.
Is our world just that twisted or are we all gonna get nominated for a best actors award?
“Vacations are rare for the Waynes” - Batmom x Batfam
Here’s a little collection of short stories about the Batfamily going to the beach/being in vacation ! I kinda just had ideas for tiny little snippets rather than a story that was a long one and made sense…it’s bad. Hope you’ll like it :
God bless Batwoman, Batgirl, Jim Gordon…And everyone who joined in helping the Batfamily over the years, because thanks to them, you, your husband, kids and beloved butler were FINALLY able to take some times off.
A few years ago, leaving Gotham for vacations would have been a big no-no for Bruce, and you always understood, you really did. Hell, you had trouble leaving the Bat computer behind…But ever since he got new allies that weren’t direct family, things got easier.
They all were able, since a long time now, to take at least one night off during the week and such. But actually full on holidays ? Oh that didn’t happen in…in…in forever !
The only holiday you went on with Bruce was without the kids, and it was for your Honeymoon. Three days. Three days of pure bliss (and lots of sex).
And now, the opportunity to be all together for A FULL WEEK came up !
It all started because Tim got injured pretty bad, but still wanted to go on patrol…and you lost your shit. You were always supportive of their nightly activities (though worried sick as well), and you were monitoring the bat computer almost every night, when you didn’t have “date night” with Bruce or “mother/son bonding time” with one of your boys !
You were really understanding, and you too wanted Gotham to be a safe place, having had the same kind of background than Bruce…But hell if you were going to let one of your babies go out in the streets while he was badly injured !
With your famous “Batmom Glare” and a stern voice, you told Tim :
-You’re not going. You’re taking some vacation my boy, to relax and be fully charged again. In fact, we’re all taking a vacation !
…It kinda just happened. You were mad, they didn’t want to make you angry (you were scary when angry), and it was true that…All of them wanted well deserved time off.
And it was decided. A week far away from the murkiness, grittiness, darkness that was Gotham, in the sunny Bahamas. Perfect.
Of course, Bruce made sure that coming back to the city fast was possible, and also made sure to brief all of the Batpeople on anything that could happen but…He also really wanted to go. He wasn’t getting any younger and though he’d never admit it your little burst of anger was a blessing for him too.
You all needed time away. Oh yes. And though you also made sure Gotham would be in safe hands (anyway, villains got pretty calm lately), you left without hesitation ! TO THE BAHAMAS !!