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#All without a single word from me
paladincecil · 2 months
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Did a nice thing for my mum and bought her a decent-ish second hand phone for mothers day cuz she's been complaining about her phone not working
She took this as meaning "tell son about a whole bunch of traumatic crap"
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starry-bi-sky · 4 months
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Clone^2 Damian
If you really think about, Damian's situation in the clone^2 au is... kinda tragic? Especially in the early months of his arrival. Like,,, think about it. Damian has always known he was a clone of Damian Wayne, that he was a copy of the blood son. There was nothing 'original' about him, not even his name (of which at least Danny has that). He was just... a replacement. A disposable one, to boot.
And he knew that, to an extent, by the time he was six years old. he might not have been actively acknowledging it -- he's six years old -- but deep down he knew. And like, he's six years old. Every small child craves the love and affection of an adult, especially their parents, and even though he knew he was clone, I imagine he still considered - and still does consider, somewhat - Talia and Bruce as his mother and father. And I really doubt he was... getting it?
Now, I know Talia loves Damian, her son. At least in some interpretations she does, and in this au she does. But... a clone of her son? I'm not so certain if she would have the same affection for baby Dames as she would for Damian. I don't think she would treat him badly, but I don't think Talia would treat him warmly either. Kinda just, distant. Colder than she would have been with OG Damian.
And, I know I've mentioned Damian's arrival from Danny's point of view, and its kind of comical kind of insane from his perspective -- a little boy clone of Damian Wayne falls through a portal and immediately attacks him. That sounds like a bad joke.
But, if you think of this from Damian's point of view? It's like he just got dropped into a scary movie. Like, think about it. You're six years old, and suddenly a portal, as green and as swirling as your grandfather's pools, opens up beneath your feet and sucks you through.
After an intense bout of vertigo, you end up in a massive, urban city -- completely different from the rural mountain palace that you lived in for the last six years of your life, and in this city, you don't know any of the language. You don't know what anyone is saying, you can't read any of the signs - you are completely stranded, away from home.
And then, to make things worse, you're facing a figure with a terrifying mask and eyes as burning green as the portal you fell through. Of course Damian's first instinct, six years old, is to attack. He's terrified.
And this figure, he's not a good fighter, but he's fast, and he dodges you quickly. He grabs your sword with his hands, and tries to restrain you, saying something in a language you don't know. Naturally, Damian is just scared. He's six! He'd just be learning how to read if he was normal child going to school.
This figure halfway through the fight yanks off his mask -- he realizes you're scared -- and looking at you now, is a youthful version of your father. This is a clone of your dad, someone you have never met but, six years old, still wants to. Damian gets defensive. This is an imposter.
But this imposter eventually gets you home with him - and he's using his little box, his phone, to communicate with you through a mechanical voice speaking in arabic. and it's frustrating. The boy, the imposter, can say whatever to you just fine, but trying to talk back is a hassle and a half. He's six, he doesn't have that much patience.
He wants to go home.
And so he keeps trying to run away. He keeps trying to find out of this hellish concrete jungle, and he keeps getting lost. It's loud, and busy, and there are people talking to you and you don't understand them, and there are rules and signs you don't understand - Damian tries to cross the street and nearly gets hit by a car. He doesn't know how the road signs work, he was never taught. They didn't get to that.
And he gets lost. And it gets dark, and Damian is brave, but he is six, and this is the worst stress he's been under in all his six years of life. He wants, desperately more than anything, to go home. Why wouldn't he? The only stable... semi-stable environment he was in just got ripped out from under his feet, literally! He wants his mother.
And it's not happening.
But there's something good to be said, at least. The imposter that looks like his father always comes and finds him, no matter what. He could have left that morning, and he will find Damian at midnight, frazzled and worried, and carrying an extra jacket with him because it is cold in Amity Park and Damian is six years old.
And sometimes Damian attacks him - he's scared and stressed and he doesn't want to be here. And every time he catches the sword. Even though Damian can see it cut into his hand and pearls of blood well up and stains his fingers. Even though Damian can see him wince in pain and bite his lip, he still catches it.
But with that little box, he coaxes Damian to come back with him. It's cold, it's dark, Amity Park is unsafe at night. They can figure something out tomorrow, please. And every time, he agrees, reluctantly. And the imposter takes the extra jacket he brought with -- a flannel, a hoodie, a jacket -- and he wraps it around him. It's warm, Damian's clothes are not that thick, and even though he thinks he might hate this imposter, he still sticks close to his legs as he leads him down the street.
And sometimes the imposter carries him, because Damian's shoes are not that thick, and he cuts his foot on broken glass while they're walking home. The imposter sits in the bathroom with him and carefully cleans the cut out, and makes sure it doesn't get infected.
There's hope you know, he still has it. His mother will be looking for him. She'll be worried. He's important to them. Damian may not be the original, but he is still a blood son. He is still her son. She will come find him. This nightmare will end soon. He can go home.
And then weeks pass, and nothing. Then months, and nothing. His family is not coming for him, and it hurts. Hurts more than anything. And yet while that happens, the boy he's attacked, and hurt, teaches himself arabic in order to speak to him. He takes Damian out of the house one afternoon and buys him new clothes, or tries to. And then he keeps buying him new clothes. He gives him blankets and gives up his bed to him until they can get him one himself, and steadily he teaches Damian english.
This boy is kind. Kinder than Damian's ever experienced, and he doesn't know what to do with it. He's devastated by the fact that he is not as important to his family as his family is to him. What do you do when you're six years old and you learn something like that? When a random stranger who looks like your father is kinder to you, and cares more about you than your family did?
And then Damian tells him he's a clone. He's Damian Wayne's clone, and he tells him his purpose - that their grandfather made him to kill him. And the boy, the imposter, Damian thinks he probably already knows that he's a clone. But he doesn't say that. He just nods, and asks him if he wants to tell his original about him.
Damian says no. He doesn't want to. He's tired of living in the shadow of his original. He wants to keep this to himself. This is his. For once, all of this is his.
And to his surprise, the imposter doesn't try and convince him otherwise. He just nods, and says okay. And when Damian asks why, the imposter - his brother - looks at him and says.
"I don't care about Damian Wayne. I care about you." And in Damian's gobsmacked silence, his brother continues. He tells him that if Damian doesn't want to tell his original that he exists, then they don't need to. They don't need to worry about the LoA going after him, because clearly if his 'grandfather' needs to make a clone of Damian in order to take him out, then whatever it was that Damian Wayne was doing to keep himself safe, was working.
"Wayne already has people in his corner, he's got Gotham's army of vigilantes to keep himself safe." his brother says with his eyes as blue as moonlight. "You, however. Do not." And he continues, and says that if Damian Wayne has the same training as Damian does, then he will be fine. He doesn't need to be aware of his clone. Because if DW doesn't know about Damian, then the LoA doesn't either.
And here's the thing. Damian would not have survived in the LoA for long. Not as a clone. No matter what, he was going to die no matter what he did, and sooner rather than later. The sword of Damocles was always hanging above his head in the League of Assassins.
That portal, and meeting Danny, saved his life. There's no way around it. And to an extent Damian knows this even at six years old. He may not be aware that he would've died, but he knows that meeting Danny was the best thing to happen to him.
It's no wonder after that, that Damian is as clingy to Danny as he is. Danny is the first person he's met to offer him unconditional love, with no strings attached, only pure affection.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpdc#dpxdc crossover#clone^2#like god can you imagine how scared he must've been? how afraid? he just wants his mom - only to realize he doesnt even matter to her#dpxdc au#danny fenton is not the ghost king#this poor kid man. no wonder he latched onto danny the moment he gave up on the league like a leech. he's a six year old kid man and#it doesnt matter how smart he is or how mature he acts. he still is six years old. he still needs that validation and affection from adults#or from people older than him. and his emotional needs were just not being met in the league.#cue the song “two” from sleeping at last - some of their songs are very clone^2 honestly.#'sweetheart you look a little tired. when did you last eat? come in and make yourself right at home. stay as long as you need.'#'tell me is something wrong? if something's wrong you can count on me'#'its okay if you can't find the words. let me take your coat and this weight off of your shoulders'#'like a force to be reckoned with. am i the ocean or a gentle kiss. i will love you with every single thing i have'#'like a tidal wave i'll make a mess. or calm waters if that serves you best'#'i will love you without any strings attached'#like just. just *imagine* being in damian's shoes during all of this. he's *six* you guys. i've worked with six year olds and they're#pretty independent but they're still six. they get excited when they see their parents and they get upset when an adult is angry with them.#they're still developing their motor skills. they're still developing everything else!
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ssaalexblake · 29 days
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dw is a mid kid's sci-fi tv show and it's quality level has been mostly entirely consistent (mid, basically, with the occasional very good episode to balance out with crimes against humanity it sometimes produces) the whole reboot, and anybody acting like the Only thing going into peoples opinions of the characters are writing preferences are either Deeply naive or are trying to hide something they know people will not take kindly to.
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ghoul--doodle · 1 year
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Silly scribbles from my first interactions with characters in pokemon violet!
I’m really liking this game so far!!
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aeterna---amantes · 9 months
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|| The feeling of being able to post 💙Connor💙 and not feeling guilty about it oh my fucking gods I'll only look at the bright side of this situation like thank fuck i am allowed to feel happy
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HHHHIIIIIIIMMMMM 💙💙💙
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cleargreyskies · 11 months
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It has now been 12 hours after I watched it and I have finally made up my mind that I am underwhelmed by the Ted Lasso finale. (spoilers and typos in the tags)
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queer-ragnelle · 2 years
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My joy in the work continues and increases. I think I have pulled an understandable character out of Arthur. And he has always been the weakest and coldest to our modern eyes. And if I can do that, the rich ones, Lancelot and Gawain, will be pure dreams to work with.
—John Steinbeck, excerpt from a letter to his editor, April 12, 1959
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Sir Gawain is probably the most boring of Arthur’s well-known knights. What is there to say about Gawain? He’s not as strong as Lancelot, not as good as Galahad, not as evil as Mordred. Kind of not much of anything, really.
—Overly Sarcastic Productions, Legends Summarized: Arthur’s Knights
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pepprs · 2 years
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elton johns music is so fucking beautiful and heart wrenching and it makes me want to cry and i hate that i can’t like allow myself to emote to his music normally because if i cried over elton john then my mom would win. and so many things in my life are like if i x then my mom would win and i can’t do that. Lol
#purrs#w the elton john thing it’s bc she is an elton john megafan and cries over him every time she hears one of his songs or like sees a social m#media post from him lol so it’s like… if i cry over elton john too then she will have… idk. it’s not her succeeding in making me a clone of#her or whatever it’s like this weird thing where i can’t actually do what my mom wants me to do or like what my mom wants me to like even wh#when they align w things i genuinely want / like to do bc then… i’ll be more vulnerable to her? we’ll have a reason to bond? idk. i don’t t#think that’s it i don’t know why im struggling to put it into words but it squicks me out. so here i am standing in her room w my siblings b#Bc she called us all in to watch 2 marching bands perform a tribute to him in a giant stadium and she’s crying and i am genuinely moved by t#the performance and she wouldn’t even see if i cried but im standing there fighting back tears and hating myself and not understanding why#but i wish my mom was like. more normal about elton john. its not bad at all that she loves him so much it’s just… weird and suffocating fo#for me and it would be cool to find my own connection to his music without feeling u comfortable because i grew up having to call him#uncle elton and her dancing with us to his songs. lol. cringeeee childhood memories i guess idk#delete later#like literally goodbye yellow brick road is the single most devastating piece of music ever created.
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beholdthemem · 2 years
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Friendship cannot mean 'I have constant access to you 24/7', all right? It just can't.
I get being lonely. It sucks. But at some point you need to learn to manage that from time to time. That's part of being a grown up.
There will be times when your friends will be totally down to hang and chat for a long time, and times when they won't, and THAT'S. FINE. You cannot expect constant entertainment from someone like they aren't a real human being with their own worries, and bills, and responsibilities and- sometimes- EVEN A NEED FOR DOWNTIME THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE BEING SOCIAL. The fact that they are not always ready or willing to hang out and text for hours is not an attack on you, and behaving like it is is completely unacceptable.
Healthy friendship involves boundaries, and one of those boundaries is letting your friends have space. If you cannot respect that, then you might need to take some time and ask yourself if you're really all that good a friend.
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niuxita21 · 1 year
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#madre solo hay dos#ana servín#mariana herrera#shitty screencap posts (TM)#*taps microphone* is this thing on?#yeah I finally put on my big girl pants and started season 3#I wasn't planning to until I knew exactly what the endgame was to avoid any nasty surprises#but it appears I did such a good job at avoiding spoilers that I couldn't seem to find them no matter how hard I tried to run into them#(without actually going actively looking for them that is)#but I finally managed to piece together an approximate idea of what they went with via context clues and deductive reasoning#so we are a go for shitty screencap posts and tag vomit#starting with this masterpiece inspired by what ceci said#I can't believe she is the biggest in-show shipper what a stroke of genius#I am also loving the very much anti-homophobia message that's being weaved throughout#from all the times the actual word 'homophobic' was uttered in a single episode which was pretty cool#to the fact that juan carlos spend half the episode yapping about how AnA iS nOt A lEsBiAnnnnn#but the SECOND ro was like 'I'd rather my mom be a liar than in a relationship with another woman' he jumped to ana's defense#like 'yo that's messed up there's nothing wrong with your mom being gay just with her making shit up to win a lawsuit there's a difference'#and you know what there IS and I think they're toeing that line quite well idk#anyways we'll see I guess but I just had to make this because it tickled me#sorry for the shitty resolution I can never get it right for text posts le sigh
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whimsyprinx · 1 year
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at this point all I want is is for people to genuinely care about me and actually want me to be in their lives and to actually feel worth their time
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ribbonzregretz · 1 year
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my life is a poorly written and completely self indulgent hurt/comfort found family fic written by a young and unaware plural author
#i am having a difficult time accepting people care about and love me in a non-romantic way#how do i let people love me without completely ruining everything????#like seriously i have never felt this kind of attentive familial love before#google how do i accept platonic love without fucking hating myself and getting caught in my own thoughts#its even worse because im plural and when im in front my thoughts and speaking in my head are indescernable#so they can hear every single self hating thought and insecurity#and instead of hating me for still feeling sad they try to make me feel better?????#like arent you supposed to hate me because im still sad even though ur putting all this effort into me??#maybe im just difficult to love but they like the challenge???#seriously what the fuck how the fuck do i process taht people actually wanna be my family by choice???#and platonically too???#like are they aware that all tehyll get out of this relationship is my attention + affection back#with romantic relationships i understand because my love language is gift giving + quality time#so you get something out of me whilst ur involved romantically with me#obvi zim is diffrent than just wanting gifts from me because i love it#but it made our relationship a little easier to comprehend and process because i could understand why zim would love me#but i havent done anything for these guys other than talk to them and sometimes drawing me spending time with them#or drawing them if they want it#AND THEY STILL LOVE ME???#i give zim a shitton of words of affirmation and play games with him and give him gifts#so like i can process our relationship better#because i give him things so i understand why he loves me#obvi i know thats not why he loves me but it makes it easier on bad days#but my headmates just love me unconditionally??? for no reason other than i exist???#not all of them but a decent portion of them have adopted me#am i charming?? manipulative??? why why why do they like me???? im so confused
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trashcanalienist · 2 years
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#i was once upon a time taken to a very deep place and it was soft earth and safe darkness down there#pressure unbearable to mortal skin was a loving embrace to me. abstract warmth of the ancient grave.#i wish i was there every single day.#there's a redness to the filtered light you imagine which breathes with gentle words unspoken since the dawn of idiot intelligence#i think the sun is blue. harsh blinding and sometimes it carves into me and i feel like the trembling stumbling maggot that i am.#weak white flesh wobbling. from those words that took my hands within them - wawling indeed.#it is so shiveringly terrible to live here as one not alive. sometimes i am set into this state where i am scared of every thing that moves#in malicious ways. which is every thing the human filth have wrought upon the ground where my friends all lie.#too many people lost. the longer we live the more we lose. i live by the words and the voices of those no longer here#i was not supposed to be here. drowned a long time ago and i should have done more recovering penance in the earth's depths#the umbra calls to me. silver odd and fleeting. dappled shadows ringing like metal. if i must live then it should be in a cacophanous#reflection like that one.#i miss the sunflowers and the bright hot laziness i never experienced. those are the memories of my past or of the ghosts i've dragged with#me or simply something i've taken within myself without realizing. there were better days for the one who wasn't me.#i am so tired.#nonsense#words i speak#madnesses
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shanace · 1 year
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i love you Mami
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#asawa#Thank you loving me for who I am. Thanks for making me laugh and smile when i’m sad or have a bad day. excited pa din ako pag nkikita ko an#You’re all I want#all I need. You’re my whole entire world#asawa kayo ni jha jha#you know I love you and I tell you everyday to remind you#but you'll never know how much I love you because my love for you can't be expressed in words. I know I'm not the best partner#pero andito lng ako lagi para s u . How I wish that I could spend my whole life tagal ko nag pratice sa english hahah😅😅😅? You're the first#every minute#every hour#every day and every single time I blink.araw araw kitang minhal mami ko . I love you asawa ko . When I am talking to you#it feels like a dream come true. You are my angel from heaven. I love you. I cannot find words to tell you how much I love you. You mean ev#hndi ko nkikita ang sarili ko na mag mahal pa ng iba#I cannot imagine my life without you and jhajha..You mean so much to me. You filled my life with music#color and laughter. I can’t imagine a life without you asawa. You fill my head with thoughts of you.. I will never ever be able to love any#ang saya ko at minsan sakit sa ulo heheh but I am so thankful And glad that every morning I wake up and think about you and every night I d#I mean it like ten times harder than the last time. Cause my feelings for you multiple everyday. You make me fall for you everyday#over and over again. You make me so happy. hndi ko alm kung anu bng meron ka titigana lng kita bagsak na ako . I’ll always be here for you.#and the ways you show your care. I love the way you say#'I Love You dadi#asawa ko mr ko hayyys sarap sa pkiramdam'#I want you to know how much I appreciate all of the things you do for me. you make me feel needed#wanted#and cared about. You are absolutely amazing. the most amazing person I have ever met. You always make sure i'm smiling#laughing#and having a good time#sa twing mag kausap tayo i feel so safe and it makes me think I am the luckiest person in the world to have such an amazing mrs Grace A. Es#I feel like I have known you forever! I couldn't imagine my life without you. I may not be the nicest or the best partnee sometimes#and I promise you that I will treat you how you deserve to be treated from now on. When your not around you are ALL i think about! I've nev#your magical eyes
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sugared-violets · 2 years
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ugh i'm stuck in this awful limbo where some small part of me is still hoping he'll come back and apologize for everything and love me again even as most of me genuinely wants to never see his face again
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#theres always those little details about your childhood that stick to your mind you later on figure out to be a huge deal actually#theres always those lingering feelings from when you were young that haunt your actions and ways of thinking to this very day#but you never question that#because to you its normal#figuring out that many many things that happened in my head are maybe. just maybe not that normal makes me feel insane#and i hate myself for not having the right words to use#but i dont know how longer i can deal with my own bullshit without feeling like both a complete fucking liar and a total stranger#living a whole life with the constant paranoia of being watched#passing through years of school feeling so disconnected you cant bear a single class without any external and constant outlets#otherwise without those outlets not even having control over your own fucking body and what happened to it while you were out#or whatever other term there might be#randomly bursting into tears because your mind by sheer force made you think about things you werent even a slightest bit fond of#spending such long periods of time trying to tell if what you were living was an actual thing or just purely fabricated#dreading the times at which you just had no agency over your own spiraling thoughts when getting even if slightly upset#just completely not knowing if what you were going through was a real thing or just a dream (past memories being even more messy)#the constant pressure and fog wrapped around your brain#all the stress you had to deal with solely for not being able to tell so clearly as the others your age what was really present or not#the constant divagation that made you cry at night for no reason
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