Hiiiiiii, back on my campaigning bs. Here's why you should vote for How to Train Your Dragon in the @book-was-better tournament!
Disclaimer btw I'm not saying the first movie is a bad movie or bad story as it's own separate thing -- I'm saying it's a bad Adaptation of a book series -- in that it does nothing to Adapt the book series into a film series, just uses the name and goes off to do it's own thing. Other explanations and analysis of this aspect under the "how to train your dragon propaganda" tag in the tournament itself.
All three clips represent me when I know that next episode we might got a whole calvin’s story but it’s 6 more days to go and i have to wait then thought that i’m gonna cry my eyes out for sure and i wasn’t ready but i want to skip to next friday. Help.
i woke up. showered. i didn't brush my teeth. made tea, forgot it on the side table. i drank it cold. cried. i told my dog that i love her. blinked at the ceiling fan, wondered what would happen if it collapsed on me. i thanked the walls for keeping me safe. screamed through the loneliness. i warmed leftovers, ate three bites. went on a walk. i wore headphones and made it back home before remembering to listen. avoided the mirrors on the way to the couch. i drank water for the first time in four days. didn't respond to my mother's follow-up text. i stuffed myself into bed, suffocated the sun by closing the curtains. cried. i cried so hard that i got sick, dry heaved over my unwashed comforter. embarrassed myself by feeling. i motivated myself to wash my face. couldn't avoid my reflection. // if you're reading this, i haven't had a day in years that felt good. my eyes are so swollen that i'm convinced that each time my heart breaks, everything i hold inside my chest redirects into those little pockets beneath my bottom lashes. i don't know how to let it out. I'm so hungry that i devour the littlest pieces of life without chewing. I'm so nauseous from hope. i haven't found relief. i'm uncomfortable and i know this means I'm not numb anymore. i miss being sad and being okay with it. to continue is the most bitter medicine. i dose it by the teaspoon while i watch my friends open wide. i hate them for it. i will always hate myself more. they tell me it will get easier. i don't know if it will for me. but // if you’re reading this,
I want a Bruce that babies his kids when they're sick. He goes all out. 6'4 muscle-bound Jason Todd is getting tucked into bed with a kiss on the forehead to check his temperature and whines if Bruce forgets.
As good as his memory is, Bruce can't exactly remember what Thomas and Martha used to do when he was sick. They had a routine but the intricacies of it constantly escape him. As little as that may be, it does pang every now and again that he's forgetting them, forgetting how they loved him. He doesn't want that for any of his kids.
So he babies them, treats them like the little kids he knows they aren't and rarely if ever got to be. He deals with any vomit, tears or just general irritation that comes with being sick. It gets to point where when the kids are sick and Bruce isn't home, they can barely function.
Dick: THIS IS IT- THIS IS THE END
Wally: dude you just have a cold?
Dick: JUST A- JUST A COLD?!? WALLY, ARE YOU INSANE?? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MANAGE WITHOUT MY HOT CHOCOLATE AND HOME MADE BUNNY MARSHMALLOWS??!?
Wally: ok one, bunny marshmallows? adorable. and two, i've seen you walk off a fractured collarbone, two bruised ribs and a twisted ankle???
Dick: ....yeah but the marshmallows
Wally:
But Bruce? Oh when Bruce is sick, he powers through. But when he's so sick he considers himself a liability, he curls up in a small, dark room like a pregnant cat. It's practically instinct for him – when he's compromised like that, he needs to be in a place that he's knows is safe.
Very Sick Bruce also goes into Mama Bear Mode. He wants his kids in his sight at all times or he's practically inconsolable. If they're not with him, then they might be in danger, anything could happen – how can he protect them if they're not there? Just anxiety out of the wazoo.
I can see him trying to drag his 7 kids into one room so he can keep an eye on his babies.
Damian: baba we cannot all possibly fit-
Cass: -we will
Damian:
Damian: who's going first?
The kids do make things more comfortable. Fluffing his pillows, getting him tea and making sure he has his stuffies. Bruce appreciates it but he just says that all he needs are his kids. That always has them sobbing.
(happy holidays to my cold twin @bruciemilf i was inspired by our mutual sickness lol)
Happy late birthday, it was a wonderful post you made, I just gotta ask something outta the silly.
Do you think it's as cute as I do, the idea of moon having a second nightcap that's party hat coloured and he swaps that on for birthdays
@sea-menace Dream big, my friend! Why stop at 2 nightcaps...? >:}
We got some seasonal caps:
Modern day AU, where Fazbear Co. runs a content farm TikTok account; and Moon is horribly out of touch with gen alpha humour (because no one bought the animatronics internet plans 🥲) caps:
And @lavenoon's jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, amazing Accidentally Undercover fic caps! ✨
Pretend that Agent Dusk lost his original nightcap in a deadly shootout with a rival spy team and he needs to whip up a replacement PRONTO before he loses all street creds (He still won of course, but at what cost,,,,)