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#biological grandfather
tachvintlogic · 11 months
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Danny and Damian Twin AU, except not really
@stealingyourbones this is story premise that I think would be really funny.
Danny and Damian meet and notice they are identical. This is not a doppelganger situation; they are definitely related.
Danny thinks Damian is a clone. Damian thinks Danny is a clone. Their arguments over who's the clone go nowhere.
They bring in their parents.
Talia is very confused because she only had one son and didn't make Danny. The Fentons are also confused because they assumed that Danny was their biological son. Bruce is just confused in general.
After some discussion, it turns out that Talia went to a fertility clinic to have Damian, and the Fentons used the exact same clinic, so it was the clinic that must've fucked up.
But now no one knows who Danny and Damian's biological parents are. Is it Talia and Bruce? The Fentons? Talia and Jack? Maddie and Bruce?
After some shenanigans getting a sample of Danny's DNA that can be tested despite his ecto-contamination, they order some paternity and maternity tests to find out the truth.
And the results are....
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frevandrest · 7 months
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Okay, but when Hérault was to be married his future wife and her father found out about him being an absolute hoe. So the future father in law was like: "I will forgive you and let you marry my daughter if you promise to be faithful to her".
And Hérault was like: "Nah".
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bonefall · 1 year
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a shadowsight perhaps?
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[Image ID: Shadowsight from Warrior Cats. He has red eyes, a big fluffy black mane, and a lightning-bolt scar complex that splits his ear into two antennae-shaped prongs. He's got red flowers and moss in his mouth.]
In the Bonefall Rewrite he's actually full ThunderClan-blooded, biologically Bumblestripe's. He's raised by his two moms in ShadowClan, Dovewing and Tigerheartstar, after Dovewing flees ThunderClan knowing Bumble would never leave her alone.
I would color his lightning scar with blue when he's still being manipulated by Ashfur, because Symbolism. I like it when colors. Also Dovewing is big and so is her son.
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salvadorbonaparte · 3 months
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Is it weird that I'm sadder about my local post office guy having a terminal illness than my (biological) grandfather having a (potentially) terminal illness?
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proustianlesbian · 7 months
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literally me but with mr rosso from monster.
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he is so gorgeous, as if when humans invented the concept of beauty, they had just seen this 50-something years old italian jewish man who has done nothing wrong in his life.
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words cannot express how normal i feel about him, his relationship with nina and episode 18.
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arctic-hands · 8 months
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Related to my tags on the Irish American reblog, how long have bastardized "Celtic" crosses been neo-Nazi symbols? I wasn't aware of this stupid use until I was an adult and my father was equally unaware until I learned about it, and in our Celtic (American) Pride we often used Celtic cross imagery in decor and accessories. Granted these usually did resemble actually woven/knotted crosses (which by no means meant they were authentic. At best a few came from local Celtic Pride fests–which as I said in those tags was plagued by Confederate and Nazi imagery), but most of them came from like JoAnn's or Michael's or Walmart whenever Saint Paddy's Day rolled around. That said, the woven pattern of a Celtic cross is a bitch to draw especially when you have yet to nurture or be nurtured in any art skills, so when my borderline-Gothic ass would doodle graveyards in my school notebooks I would often doodle simplified Celtic crosses as grave markers, which unfortunately just meant a simple cross with a simple circle in it, unfortunately reminiscent of the neo-Nazi symbol.
Me and my family were staunchly Indiana liberals (to be fair that wasn't that shocking in our democrat enclave city) and have only become more leftist as time goes on, so those who knew me well would know I didn't mean anything by it, but like I have to wonder/worry that those who didn't know me well (like most of my classmates. I was pretty lonely in high school) or people who would briefly visit my home or come across us while we were wearing Celtic pins that day or something came away with the wrong impression. I'm especially dismayed at the thought that the kids I knew to be actual neo-Nazis might thought I was one of them
For the record I left school in like twenty eleven and had been doodling graveyards for years and wearing Celtic imagery for even longer. I can't really find out when the "Celtic" cross became a dogwhistle
#Celtic cross#Celtic Pride#tbh when going to those fairs it was under the pretense of being (mostly) Scottish#it was all a farce my dad leaned into because he was adopted by a Scots-Appalachian man with a Scottish name going back to an actual clan#BUT i was never supposed to know he wasn't my biological grandfather (even tho it was pretty damned obvious)#so my dad played heavily on Scottish pride#that said we had Irish ancestry from other branches of the family so we indulged in Irish pride and imagery too#plus we just felt the knotted crosses were pretty and cool looking#anyway i/my dad did end up having more Irish genetics than Scottish pending our DNA tests#the Scottish is there but the Irish is more. especially in me because my bio maternal grandfather was also Irish Appalachian#(i have some Ulster Scots too but less so. which is more surprising because it's more common for 'Irish' Appalachians to be Ulster instead)#somewhat-Gothic because i usually aligned with goths in personality and depression but rarely wore black#i usually wore boys graphic tees with stupid sayings and memes on them#at least until the obscenely stupid dress code went into affect (search my blog for that if you're interested lol it's a saga)#i was lumped in with the goths for lack of better placement anyway but arguably i was more boy scene#my high school didn't really have cliques or anything strictly categorical so like goths would hang with 'preps' and such anyway#but i did have more commonality with Goths and most of my few friends were#anyway I'm losing the thread#rambling in the tags
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joydone07 · 2 years
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“Hurry, we have to get him stabilized, and the Cave isn’t enough for this! What even happened?!”
“Calm down, I’m not sure, no one else was here. Just wait until he’s stable enough to be left alone, and then we’ll go and figure out what happened, ok?”
“Fine, Bruce.”
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“No one can be back here right now while we figure out what the cause is.”
“No-!”
“Come on, Jason, we can’t be of any help right now.”
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Beep… beep… beep..
“He should be fine for now. I’ve spoken to everyone that came to bring him. Is there anyone else, any kind of family on file?”
A brief bout of silence was there, before another voice spoke up.
“There was a daughter, but she passed away some time ago. The only other person registered was a granddaughter. Should her guardians be called?”
“Depends, how old is the granddaughter?”
“14, Doctor.”
“Go ahead, no need for anyone to get on our backs for not calling family.”
“Of course.”
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The Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie had been open for an hour, ready for the early morning runs, before a shrill ring had been heard. Thinking nothing of it, Sabine gave her husband a quick kiss on the cheek and went to answer it.
Tom, the jovial man that he was, despite his intimidating size, chatted with the customers, bidding each of them farewell before greeting the next one in line.
It took a few minutes before Sabine came back, with the phone. Her mood from earlier had obviously dissipated, making her husband- who was oh so attuned to the emotions of those around him- worry over what could have happened.
Without any hesitation, he asked for the latest customer to hold on, who just happened to be Alya and her mother. Seeing the couple's face, they gave a nod, backing up a bit to not impose themselves on anything personal in regards to the family.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, as soon as they were out of earshot from everyone else. 
“Tom- it’s about Julia’s Father. Alfred.”
“Julia?” Tom repeated, as that was a name he hadn’t heard in years. Not since she died all those years ago, leaving nothing behind but her daughter- Marinette- and a letter, never to be opened by anyone except for an “Alfred”. They had never known who the name belonged to until now.
“He’s in the hospital, and it was proper protocol to alert all family members of his condition. As of right now they aren’t sure of what exactly is wrong. Do… Do you think that we should tell her? Marinette I mean. She’s always been curious about them.”
Taking a deep breath, Tom, rather than replying, just got to work ushering everyone out. Only one person really kicked up a fuss, but was silenced with a short explanation of just “Family issues, otherwise none of your business.”.
“I think it would be for the best,” he said, finally answering the previous question, “and we should probably tell her now. Just in case we need to start making any preparations on her behalf.”
Silently agreeing, the two made their way towards the stairs, and being the gentleman he was, Tom swept his arm out, signaling for her to go with a “ladies first” also trying to shed some light back into the atmosphere.
As her lips raised the slightest bit, he took it as a success, and loudly trudged up the steps behind her.
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Waking up to knocking on her trapdoor admittedly wasn’t the worst thing to awaken to, with one of the worst being an akuma attack in the dead of night, which had happened hours before, but Marinette was still tired and didn’t want to be bothered. Hoping that if she pretended to stay sleeping, then it would all go away.
When the knocking began to grow more insistent, she quietly groaned, dragging herself out of bed to see what was going on. Still in the process of rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she kneeled onto the floor, and once lifting the trapdoor blinked down at her parents.
“Maman? Papa? Is something wrong?”
Seeing the look the two shared, a feel of nervousness began to make its way to her, pooling in her gut. While her father was one to worry and blow the littlest things out of proportion, her mother was not. Seeing her so visibly showing her nerves in the way she was pulling at her clothing but Marinette’s own underlying nerves to attention.
“Sorry for waking you up, honey, but there’s something we need to speak to you about, ok?”
With a silent nod of her head, Marinette waited for both of her parents to back away from the ladder, before coming down herself. Rather than waiting for Marinette to completely get down herself, Tom elected to just grab her around her middle, pulling a small squeal out of the girl with an alarmed “Papa!”.
He did nothing but laugh in response, only setting her down once they reached the living room. That was when the tense atmosphere came back over them, with no one really wanting to keep eye contact with the other.
Coughing to grab their attention, Sabine first fondly rolled her eyes at her husband, before placing both of Marinette’s hands in her own.
“Sweetie, you know how you were always curious about learning about Julia and the rest of your relatives?” Pausing in between her words, Sabine took a deep breath, more so to calm herself rather than anything else, “Well, this morning we had gotten a call that needed our immediate attention. The person over the line was trying to inform you that your grandfather, Julia’s father, was admitted into the hospital in critical condition.”
Marinette was… shocked, to say the least. Sure she had entertained the idea of meeting that side of her family one day, it was never really expected to actually become something attainable. It was meant to be just like the other dreams and wishes that children made, that never ever really came into fruition. Now, with something tangible she wasn’t really sure what to do.
Clenching and unclenching her hands, her mind raced through all of the possibilities, before remembering something that her mother had said.
She got a call because he was in the hospital.
That got her more worried than she already was, but before she could jump up, Sabine broke through her inner turmoil.
“I know this is a bit sudden, but- but would you like to go see him? If that’s what you would want to do of course.”
Taking a deep breath, she responded.
“I’d love to.”
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I give my dad's brother a pass on never contacting us, as he is more broadly shunning all of my dad's side of the family. He was adopted and was treated like shit by my grandmother, because she a) didn't want to adopt and resented her adopted children, and b) was a fucking racist to her black adopted children, so he doesn't consider us to be his family. Particularly now that he is in contact with his biological mother and half-siblings.
He's also chronically depressed to a very disabling degree and lives in another country, so like... there are barriers to communication there that are different to the rest of the family not talking to us because they think we're embarrassing and messy.
#I met him one time exactly#when I was about ten#at my grandfather's house#he was writing in a journal at the time and I was writing a (very bad) poem in a day-a-page diary I had gotten discounted#because it was for the previous year#and people remarked on the family resemblence in terms of habit#which neither of us (trying to write in our books and not join in the conversation) were especially receptive to#I think about him a lot now#my grandfather didn't leave him anything in his will#which apparently you can legally do here to your adopted children??#even though you cannot legally disinherit your biological children if your name is on their birth certificate#the other siblings kind of divided up their inheritance among themselves after the fact to cut him in with an equal share#but like... really really bad that they had to do that#and honestly I would have expected better of my grandfather#who was the one who wanted to adopt in the first place#because he grew up in an institution from around 7 to 15#(his mother was too mentally ill to look after him and his siblings at the time so his father surrendered them to different working schools#who then refused to give them back when she was well again because their funding was based on how many kids were there)#and he fostered a lot of kids as an adult because he felt strongly about children living in orphanages and other institutions#but like... apparently didn't feel strongly enough about it that his son's inclusion in his will wasn't conditional!#my dad's adopted sister was much closer to my grandfather and saw him several times a week#(she is grateful her mother died in her early sixties because she feels this allowed her to develop a close relationship with her father)#so she was in the will#but it must have felt pretty chilling to know that she might not have been if she hadn't been a Good Enough Daughter
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starsnhiseyes · 9 months
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After years and years and years of believing I never wanted to be a parent due to the dysphoria of my reproductive organs and the idea of being pregnant being not only disgusting and my worst fear ever, but quickly approaching "impossible" (I am in the process of getting a hysto approved by my insurance) I have over the past year or so realised I think I would be okay with being a parent... But only as a father to an adoptive child, and I've thought a lot about how adopted families are just as legitimate and real families as biological families...
I have not told my parents though bc it would not happen any time soon and I want it to be a surprise >:)
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pixlokita · 2 years
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How does Gregory being Michaels kid exactly work in the Into The Ball Pit AU, By that I mean is he adopted or is he Michaels biological child that he had by accident?
Nah it’s impossible for Gregory to be Michael’s biological child :0 he’s adopted -w- found family be the goods 👌✨💖
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When people say autism is genetic, I see what they mean, because I have three grandfathers and all of them are Train Guys.
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isa-ah · 2 years
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like idk idk i wont talk SOOO much bc its cringy to be a grown man writing in his public diary about his feelings but its such a slap in the face that after my grandma and grandpa died and i was effectively orphaned my mom said she was going to step up and actually be a mother figure to me and here we are. what, seven years later? and what has she done to overcome her own internalized homophobia? transphobia? to even just fucking call me by my name. she wont even politely accept an invitation and then decline to come later, like. its so. FRUSTRATING. idk
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doebt · 2 years
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doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out if male pattern baldness runs in my family 
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witchofinterest · 1 year
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thinking abt connie’s familial relationships and it’s making me ill
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ofdarklands · 2 years
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my mother’s biological uncle: *tells an incredibly convoluted story about the legal shenanigans currently being fought over the family estate, which we have never seen and never expected to deal with, that some guy is apparently trying to steal, and who the uncle wants to destroy personally because he hates him*
my mother: sir i respect your aims, but i can’t pay a lawyer of that callibre, what am i supposed to get out of this?
the uncle: ... the honor of combat
my mother: ....
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lunaferrous · 2 years
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          /I just now realize the irony of Luna hating working with musicians, when in her canon her young master/ward, Anton, is in fact a musician and a stage pianist. He didn’t sell his soul to become said musician and it’s not the basis of their relationship where the contract is concerned, but it’s still funny.
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