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lessoneislessthannow · 1 year

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On the plus side

It's FUCKING fantastic

Knowing that - now that I need it -

You no longer have the will or the ability to institutionalize me ...

It'd end up costing you money to get rid of me by trying to call me looney and lock me in the coo-coos nest

FUCKING ABSOLUTE IDIOTS YOU ARE

#DUMBASSES #they are idiots #should have let CPS HANDLE THIS #unadopt #fuck off #gtfo #go the fuck away #get the fuck out of my face #why am i fucking here #we're not a family #not family friendly #not a family #bad parents #too little too late #way too late #I'm an adult #you grow the fuck up #unacceptable

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nibordereht · 11 months

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Dick: How can you not know the slang if you are pArT oF the slang?

Dick: Or am I wrong, BTW?

Bruce: For the last time, Dick, it's Bruce Thomas Wayne, not By The Way.

#bruce to lucius: how do i unadopt a child?#bruce wayne knows slang and dick is gonna prove it #bruce wayne is a good dad #a very patient dad #dick grayson #robin #nightwing #batman #dc #bruce wayne #good parent bruce wayne #batfam #batfamily #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect dc quotes

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glasscannonviktor · 2 years

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i think viktor is having the funniest experience of all of them at the very end of s2/beginning of s3. six hours ago he was the last person to ever see their ben as he said the nicest things any sibling has ever said to him, hugged him, and then died. and now he’s looking at emo ben yell at them and deck the shit out of klaus

#the umbrella academy #tua s3 spoilers #viktor hargreeves #viktor’s whole personal timeline in the finale is sooooo funny #six hours ago he was tortured. four hours ago he was thrown against the side of a barn with his own powers #two hours ago his gf broke up with him. right now he’s learning he’s been unadopted #and looking at the now-alive dead brother he saw a few hours ago #we talk about five needing sleep but god so does viktor rn #rambles #viktor

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mushroom-for-art · 5 months

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So actual adoptable designs to adopt we have Reli (from distorted reality color palette) and Étude (from naptime Étude palette), these are gonna be first come first served draw to adopt situations so if you like and no ones commented to say they want drop a comment and you'll get a 4 day grace period to draw the one you want as I get people are busy with life, if it'll take longer either comment or message me but if after 4 days I hear nothing they'll be back up for grabs, I still have more designs that I'm slowly working on if you don't snag one, without further adue the designs l

#my art #My designs #Mewtwo adoptables #Mewtwo adopts #My adopt designs #My adopts #Unadopted adoptable designs #Adoptable designs #Mewtwo #Pokemon #draw to adopt

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disco-troy · 1 year

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Idk what was going on in the batman reborn era, but why won’t anyone acknowledge that Dick is Bruce’s adopted son???

Vicky Vale: Police commissioner’s daughter and billionaire’s “son” exuding hot, unspoken tiger heat. Who’da thunk it?

Tim Drake, adopted son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, who is rumored to make his reappearance at the ball tonight. Dick Grayson, Wayne’s older ward. Stephanie knows them as Robin and Nightwing. Although those identities may now be...outmoded

He’s been adopted for years at this point in continuity? And Tim was adopted later but he’s still referred to as a son?? And Thomas Elliot does the same thing when he’s impersonating Bruce??

Harley: don’t you have a kid or something?

Tommy: huh? Oh yes! Two actually, my adopted son Tim, and my ward, Dick

Like it’s a special kind of tragedy that Dick’s father dies, and not only does he have to hide it from the world, the same world doesn’t even want to acknowledge he’s his son.

#batfam #dc comics #dick grayson #Dick Grayson meta #tim drake #like did Dick get unadopted in this contributory??#does it show that the socialites will never think of dick was Bruce’s son #bc he was adopted late #the quotation marks in son really get me

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jessaerys · 8 months

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this is kind of stupid and i have posted about this before but i think it’d be funny if wammy’s DOES adopt kids out occasionally (possibly from the bottom half of the L successor ranking)(stay with me we are playing by the rule of funny not logic or feasiblity) in order to keep the facade of being an orphanage and not a mad scientist unethical human experimentation lab (perhaps to wealthy people who want to skip the bureaucracy of going through the proper channels. you know how it is) (it also makes such a good boogeyman: if you don't get in the bath roger will give you out for adoption!!!)

anyway as a baby enfant terrible near was SO cute SO round SO feral. beautiful glowing cherubic marmalade-eyed biting screaming wildchild that managed to escape containment when prospective parents were visiting to browse the (available) children and a couple was thoroughly enamoured with him and they, as is the fashion of wealthy people to do whatever the fuck they want, took him out for a lovely walk/car ride/park visit/ice-cream sundae, all sunny and warm with near sitting on the young woman’s lap, getting loved on, hearing, “would you like to come live with us little one?”

when they bring near back they are informed that unfortunately near is very much NOT up for adoption (someone at wammy’s definitely gets fired over that oversight. f)

this gets LEGENDARILY joked about by mello and matt and their popular kids entourage until they leave wammy’s. this definitely did not give near any complexes whatsoever

anyway fast forward through the entire plot of death note (good end) and we get to the three of them as adults having a post kira case L successors reunion. in the middle of joking around and reminiscing in their winning glow the incident comes up and maybe they're a little tipsy and a little high on their victory so it triggers yet another round of relentless Unadoptable Near teasing (near is so unadoptable he had to hire three fbi parents)(hey near i heard a spot just opened up in mrs. yagami’s house want me to send her your resume)(near you should’ve fucked up the kira case on purpose, maybe then roger would’ve finally put you out for adoption) (etc etc) which keeps going until matt and mello drive the joke THOROUGHLY into the ground where it wheezes a last dying breath into an increasingly awkward, traumatized orphan silence as they Realize,

#this is straight up a repost but i think about unadoptable near at least twice a week and i think #it needs its own post . IM SO FUNNY. IF YOU EVEN CARE #death note #nate river #tfw when you hit that “hey huh our childhood was fucked up innit” realization

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nomsfaultau · 7 months

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Disclaimer: this blurb is set in the SCP SBI AU I have called Fault, specifically prior to Part 1. Explanation of AU; tldr.

9. Burn wounds//branding and 10. “This is what you deserve”

Philza abandoned him

It was a fact pounding into Tommy over and over, replacing where once there was a heart beating in his chest. Not good enough for Philza’s hoard, and he’d always known that, but finally Philza caught on to just how awful he was. Even the covetous nature of a dragon would never want something worthless.

The contract that once bound them together shook in his hands, crimson seeping into the paper. In one signature Tommy was removed, blotted out. It didn’t matter that Tommy would do anything, beg and cry and bleed just for the faint possibility of mercy because he’d never see Philza again. No explanation beyond cold words blurring on the page. Had there been signs? He must’ve ignored them, willfully so, too terrified of what it meant to survive with his only bastion of safety gone. Tommy wasn’t going to last in the Foundation without him.

Philza had been his one lifeline. Ripped away from his family, surrounded by humans that despised him, beaten into the shape of a monster– but he had Philza, his only solace in all this. But his infinite patience must’ve finally snapped and now Tommy was plummeting. It didn’t register when his knees hit the floor. Nothing did, nothing mattered, least of all Tommy. Philza clearly thought so at least.

Tommy trembled despite how tightly he curled into himself. The world felt cold and hostile, the warmth drained out. Philza was his everything. He was the respite from Tommy’s little cell, the only hand that never flew against him anymore, the friends and family he hadn’t seen in so long, the stars Tommy couldn’t quite remember. The only source of affection in the sea of cold soldiers and observers and doctors. A glowing, serrated smile and open arms that always welcomed him into warm embrace. Philza held Tommy together enough that his cracks melted together and made him whole again.

And now he was gone and took the warmth of the world with him. So Tommy froze. A husk, cold and inanimate. As if pretending to be a statue would mean he wouldn’t feel this pain anymore. Those pounding facts, abandoned, discarded, unwanted, echoed in his cold, hollow chest.

It wasn’t a cold that lasted for long.

For all that Tommy was living through his worst nightmare, nightmares tormented him anyway. In his dreams, Philza found him. Arms thrown open wide and cinders flashing beyond sharp teeth. And of course Tommy threw himself into the dragon’s arms, relieved that the swirling confusion of betrayal was only a bitter mistake. Strong arms wrapped around, clutching him tight. Tommy gasped at the heat. Each touch dissolved into fire scorching into his skin. White hot pain swallowed his vision as Philza only held him closer. Talons stroked through his hair, clawing burn marks into his scalp. Ghosts of past exchanges murmured in the background, the soft assurances Philza used to tell him, the gentle touches mimicked for all that each one burned. The awful parody of affection played on.

“Why?” Tommy whimpered. The embrace was inescapable. Tommy didn’t even try.

Philza lifted his chin, claws digging embers into his flesh. “This is what you deserve,” Philza murmured, planting a kiss on his forehead. The brand seared on, forever marked discarded property.

Tommy couldn’t let go. For all that he was embracing flames at least he was warm. At least he was held. He was loved even if he was destroyed.

But Philza unraveled in his hands, collapsing into a pillar of flame. Tommy clawed into him desperately, trying to will him back into form. “No, no, come back! I’ll do anything,” Tommy begged, hands passing through curls of cruel inferno. Philza dissolved into embers, leaving Tommy empty handed. With shaking hands blackened and scorched, Tommy raked through the coals, trying to find any last dreg of Philza’s love.

The ashes cooled.

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Bitter hatred curled in Tommy’s tattered heart. It took a long time to harden himself like this, to go cold like stone. Like it or not, Tommy continued to survive the Foundation. Maybe he’d never really needed Philza to begin with.

Tommy didn’t really believe that. But he could tell the mantra to himself, over and over, as many times as it took to make it the next day. And the next. Planning and preparing his escape from this hell hole. He has other people to rely on; or had, in the case of some, her ghost still watching over his and Tubbos’ shoulders. But the disaster of their first escape attempt only fueled the desperation of the next. They’d get out no matter what it took.

Tommy wouldn’t abandon Philza though. Maybe he couldn’t. For every time Philza saved him he’d repay the debt. Free the both of them; from their enemies, from each other. Well and truly severed.

That didn’t change the dread in his gut as Tommy traced the old claw marks and bloodstains that marked the twisting hallway connecting their cells together. Still he broke the cage trapping Philza.

And then they were face to face for the first time since Philza got rid of him.

He could sense Philza’s disappointment seeping out, a grimace he couldn’t quite hide at seeing them. The undercurrent of you shouldn’t be here tumultuous beneath cordiality. The way he snapped out there will be consequences before smothering wrath in favor of an affable mask. Tommy had thought he’d have Tubbo for support at least, when they were finally face to face. But then fingers of smoke stole them away, sedated at Philza’s whims.

And he never felt more alone than when he was with Philza.

Yet when he held his hand out, Tommy fell into it, instincts betraying him. Philza’s claws framed his jaw, inches from his jugular. Tommy only pressed closer, starving for touch. For a moment it was warm and sweet, Tommy’s hand slipping up to cup Phil’s. For a moment, he could forget everything and find refuge like he had so many times before.

But then that moment was over and betrayal collected in the back of his throat like bile. No longer could he pretend it was any real affection, not when claws seared into his face. Pain flared up, but for a moment Tommy couldn’t even care. Would it really be so awful to accept this? Who else would have him?

Willfully, Tommy pulled away the burning affection, rejecting Philza’s manipulation. His fingers ached, pulsing in phantom pain for all that they were absent of the scorch marks he expected.

But he refused to let Philza continue to hurt him. Finally, Tommy let go of the embers of their relationship.

#get unadopted loser #also very very small detail. Complete accident.#But Tommy gets uncollected on april 1st. canonically.#sbi whumptober #sbi fic #sbi scp au #fault au #angel duo #tommyinnit #philza #angel duo fic #scp tommyinnit #scp philza #sbi au #sleepy bois inc #techno #sbi #something to nom on

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petfindersillies · 6 months

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mamma mia! it's-a Luigi! this pot bellied pig is from East Greenville, PA, and has been on PetFinder for 5 years

#pet finder #petfinder #pig #pig adoption #luigi #east greenville #unadopted

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internal-morgan · 1 year

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you want to see puppy bucket? you want to see puppy bucket.

puppy bucket.

#the dust motes make top right puppy look radioactive #pupby #shelter work tag #we have TWENTY ONE unadopted puppies in the building. and 5 adopted waiting for surgery.

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boldlyanxious · 1 year

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Robinhood 3

Part 2

Masterlist

I didn't read back through so we just hope it all looks good

He thought long and hard about it later. She would not tell what harm she expected by not being able to complete the escape just that it had been her only opportunity. He knew it was because she didn’t trust him. He wasn’t sure if it was because of things that happened years ago or how he had treated her when he found her. But if they could manage this right, they might be able to use her to stage a coup in the region. The Agreste’s had gained too much power and they were abusing it. Given the right incentive Lady Marinette could be guided to take charge more and do something to help out. More than she was doing as Ladybug, making actual change to help people. Making both of their other identities unneeded and perhaps he could get his family back.

He looked across the courtyard where she was helping with the washing. She wasn’t very adept at scrubbing the clothes as the other women were, but she was working just as hard, perhaps harder. He had thought to suggest to some of the others that if they got close to her then she would confide in them. But maybe that would just happen on its own. Many of the people wanted her to stay here to keep her safe. Those she was working with now seemed to already have accepted her as one of their own. He would speak to some of those he trusted most later. If they could learn anything that would help them they would tell him. That would be beneficial to all of them.

He and Roy were going out scouting today with a few of the others. The group of younger lads would be delivering the supplies that were supposed to have been delivered by Ladybug. They may end up with the response to her not showing up at the expected time or possibly learn what people knew about her disappearance. He looked back at her once he was mounted on his horse. He had intended to do a last scan of their camp before they departed but she looked up at the same time and their eyes met. He didn’t look away and she refused so they were frozen there for several seconds until Roy shoved him.

“Shall I have a painting commissioned? I think that would last longer.” he dropped his voice low, “and not wish to never see you again.”

“Has she said she doesn’t wish to see me?”

“No, but I can’t repeat what she said about you. There are children present.”

Roy ruffled the hair of one of the group who would be going on his first mission. Then, he chuckled at Jason before getting astride his own horse.

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Marinette watched as Jason and the others mounted up to go somewhere. She wasn’t sure where all of them were headed but she heard one of the younger ones say he would be delivering the supplies that she had when she had been captured. She was very happy to hear that. As much as those here needed supplies the village had been fairly desperate. She hoped the delay didn’t create too much hardship for them. Those in the camp were well fed and warm most of the time. Their chosen response to their situation granted them all they needed at the cost of being outlaws.

She could no longer go to the village. Her opportunity had been lost and now her plan had probably been revealed. She had planned to leave them some of her gold as well and perhaps a couple lucky ones would risk more for the higher value of some of her jewelry to help her get further away. But now her only option was to sneak away to try to make it another way. She knew the path that the carriage had been traveling so hopefully she could liberate some of her jewels to offer another on the way. She had a plan but she didn’t know if she would be able to pull it off. Those left behind were still watching her closely but they allowed some space after she had the opportunity to get away but she had remained. They were not suspicious of her and that would help her.

Her moment came sooner than she expected. They had washed piles of clothes and she was wringing them out and others were as well. The older ladies were hanging the clothes, leaving the younger ones to do the more intensive part. It was just how it worked. But it was work. Her fingers and arms were so sore. The next pile she passed over to be hung, she dropped. Not all of them were dirty again, but several were. She was sent back to scrub the dirt out of them once again.

She tried not to groan. She thought that it might even be a bit of a break to scrub more instead of twisting the clothes to wring them out. But the older children who were left there had already dumped the wash barrels as part of their own chores. She would have to refill the tub just to clean them. She was getting buckets of water to pour over the clothes, lugging it back and forth. People were still milling about, all focused on their own responsibilities. She rested her head and took a breath before lugging one more bucket of water. But before she lifted it, she paused.

It was quiet. She looked all around and didn’t see anyone. Just as it had been when she left her estate, it wasn’t ideal. She had no idea how long it would take for them to realize she was missing nor what their response would be. She couldn’t risk going to where the supplies were kept which was where she suspected her own jewels were. Instead she slipped into Jason’s tent. It wasn’t the biggest but he had his own while the others shared. It was very much a utilitarian set up.

She didn’t expect much from there. But a quick inspection yielded a silver emblem with a bat. She recognized it as belonging to the Wayne family. Along with it was a dagger with an emerald set into the handle. She nearly left it, but she considered that she may face danger and she would do better if she were armed. Whether the danger was from a beast or man. Using a piece of leather, she tied it high on her leg, under her dress. It was bulky but her skirt would hide it well. Looking out the opening of his tent, she waited until there was no one there and snuck out and moved quickly to the trees.

She could already hear voices searching for her but they hadn’t yet realized she had left. There were many places she could be within the camp. She wished she could have taken food with her but the midday meal had not been too long ago and if she had a good idea of where she was headed then she hoped to find safety and her next meal by nightfall.

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Jason was very happy right now. They had intended to be out scouting for several days, but they had managed to come across a town being taxed heavily by Gabriel’s men. Instead of intervening during the process, they watched and waited to see where the men took the money. Typically when a town was taxed there would not be enough and the men would make an example out of a few. If they came upon this, they would stop them to protect the people. But now they were able to follow them to where they collected the money before returning to the Agreste estate.

He was disgusted at what he found. They were laughing at the reactions of the people while eating the food that would have kept the town from starving. He could hear how they were planning to not turn it all over to Gabriel so he would send them back to ransack the town. They wanted to hurt people. He would not let them get away easily with this. He wouldn’t just send them running away having come off badly in a fight to report back on what they found.

With a few signals he and the others quietly entered the building. Roy took two men with him to watch the back to ensure none escaped. The men inside were woefully unprepared. They were easily overrun and barely before they realized that they were under attack, they were being dragged outside and tied behind the horses for the journey back to where they had just come from. A couple stayed behind to gather the rest of what was inside while Jason and Roy went back to the town to return their taxes.

The town was quiet when they arrived. Roy used a shield to make a loud clanging sound and the people began coming out to find out what the racket was. They were confused and wary but when they saw who had come and the prisoners they had the chatter became more excited. Jason and Roy set about putting the tax men on display in the town square. The square had stocks already set up so they used those to restrain them.

“These men have taken what is not theirs and they intended to keep part for themselves so they could return and claim more.” Jason proclaimed to the crowd, “They wish to hurt you and take all your hard earned money and food to feed themselves. So while we work to return the money you have paid, I recommend sharing what you have. Feed them.”

He reached into a trough set out for the horses and pulled out a handful of the feed in there. He walked up to the closest one and crammed it into his mouth. The crowd laughed as he struggled to get away. He kicked his feet and spat out what he could. Unfazed, Jason moved on to the next one and did the same with the remainder and the part that the first one had spit out. Roy had already moved forward to continue with the third one. He gestured encouragingly to one of the townspeople who had taken a couple steps forward. He was an older man but he had a determined look on his face. He looked back at his daughter and then set his eyes on one man in particular before stepping forward.

Jason was willing to bet that the man had said something very offensive to the young lady to make the man react like that. He moved forward out of the way, allowing others to take their turn at the men. He could see some of the young farmer boys returning with buckets of pig slop. He joined the rest of his crew to expedite the return of their money and as much as the stolen food as they could recover from the depot. They finished quickly and promised to head back tomorrow before midday to send the men running before they went back to their own camp. Allowing the village to punish them on their own was better than any revenge Jason could have managed.

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She wasn’t sure if everything was old or new bruises, but everything hurt. She had been traveling for hours and had finally come to a stream. She wished she could have found a horse but it would have been too obvious and loud. She had been able to forage some berries she recognized. She had seen some mushrooms but she couldn’t be certain of the variety so she didn’t eat them. She had eaten some bitter leaves that she knew were edible but they were not very good on their own. She tried to mix it with the berries just so she could have something in her stomach. Then she drank as much as she could of the cool water and chose to follow it hoping that it was the one that went close to where she would find Monsieur Damocles.

Nothing looked familiar but she had never come from this direction so hopefully she was still on the right path. Her feet were aching so when she came to another patch of berries she sat there and rested. Propping her back against a tree, she closed her eyes and tried not to panic. Everything looked bleak at this moment. She wished she had never left her house. It wasn’t reasonable for her to think that. She had no idea the dangers she would face if she had never left. Things looked bad now but she was in control now and away from the known harm. She was headed for safety and even if things felt bad now, they would soon be only a memory.

She was startled suddenly. She had no idea how long she had been there. She had fallen asleep but something had woken her. It was as if the hairs on the back of her neck had raised but that hadn’t been it. She had been fully asleep. Then she felt it again. A movement at the back of her neck. She jumped up and quickly pulled out the dagger. Then screamed as she realized that it was a snake that had slithered down from the tree. She slashed out as it recoiled. It darted forward trying to strike and she screamed again. This time when she slashed with the dagger, she struck true. She cut the snake right in half.

It twitched briefly before it stilled. She leaned against the tree to catch her breath. Her ears were buzzing and her chest heaved from the adrenaline but as she settled the tense feeling returned. She initially thought that it was just leftover adrenaline but she could hear rustling in the trees. Carefully, she crept around the other side of the tree and crouched down. The sounds were getting louder. It was from multiple directions and they were moving in towards where she was. They had probably heard her scream.

She could see two men on either side in front of her and then there were voices on the other side of the tree. She gripped the dagger tighter in her hand as they continued talking. Another came around the tree with a sword out. He held the snake out on the end for the others to see.

“Whoever was here won’t be far. It is a fresh kill.”

“We shall keep looking,” the other man said, coming into view. “We will find out what their purpose is in coming onto my land.”

“Monsieur Damocles?” Marinette asked, revealing herself.

She moved out of the shadows so she could be seen once she recognized him.

“Lady Marinette, what are you doing out here wandering on your own?”

She brushed herself off and approached him.

“I have been searching for you. I have been traveling on my own but I am not sure where I was exactly. I have come for your aid. There is no one else I can trust.”

“Come with me, my child. We have food and you probably want to clean up and rest.”

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#jasonette #maribat #Robinhood au #boldlyanxious #I had a rough night and need happy feels #also I'm considering unadopting my cat for giving me a rough night

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