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rodolfoparras · 7 months
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All I can think about when I see this is when someone tells me that Price isn’t a sub because as much as I understand that he’s taken on the father roll in 141 and doesn’t mind taking a more dominant roll in bed I can’t help but imagine price finishing up dreaded paper work after hours of being hunched over his desk only to crawl into his boyfriends lap, eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself in his boyfriend’s lips.
Imagine such a powerful and respected man shrinking in size, huge bulky build scrambling to fit in your lap, thick thighs caging you in but they do nothing to keep you trapped, you can easily lift him off your lap sprawl him out on the sofa kiss him so softly and for so long til a soft sigh escapes his lips, running your hand through his hair til a hum escapes him, til the tension bleeds out of his body
He looks like he’s in complete bliss, letting you lead the kiss, he can taste you, smell you, feel you and he feels so safe, anchored to earth in a way where he doesn’t feel like he carries heavy weights on his shoulder, won’t even let you pull away until you’re practically gasping for breath, will blindly follow your lips to pull you in for another kiss
And oh how much he adores it when you gently unbutton his shirt, when you kiss down his chest and gently unbuckle his belt, half lidded eyes following your every move as shaky breathes escapes his lips you’ll probably manage to only undo his zipper before he’s pulling you into another passionate kiss
Imagine your bodies pressed together, hand sneaking into his pants, him nuzzling his face in your neck, little whimpers escaping his lips as you stroke his dick, until he cums all over your hand
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singhallelujahh · 6 months
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With the movie for The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes coming out soon, I just want to acknowledge again what a queen Suzanne Collins is for looking at the state of the world today and deciding to write an in depth analysis of how young white men are getting radicalized into fascists
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Hey, did you know that Chloe shuts down Andre's ice cream shop?
Yup, you heard it right.
Chloe shuts down Andre's ice cream shop.
Before I comment on this matter, I have something to say about Andre.
Man, he was a creepy and literal asshole.
I mean, he was too focused on the ships like he knew about what matchmaking was like. I mean, the ice cream looks really good, and I know that sometimes the place that sells ice cream is a really good place for dating, BUT, operating without a permit?
Uh oh, it looks like he's in trouble!
Look, guys, I know where he comes from(remember Wishmaker), and actually, that's good for him, but the problem is that he's operating without a permit (and might involve hygiene problem) and too invested in teenager's life choices. And yeah, he's always blaming Marinette before being a akuma.
If you don't understand what I'm saying, just go to @zoe-oneesama post about why she hates Andre in more details.
Anyway, back to today's topic, so,what's my opinion about this closure?
I agree with Chloé's action(just this one) 100%, will vote for her if this was included in her manifesto or mandates or whatever because he shouldn't be this bad and he just prove to be really bad everytime.
Maybe(I think), it might be a great metaphor for Thomas Astruc. I might be wrong tho, so don't take it from me.
So, what's your opinion on this one? Lemme know in the comments below.(And please,don't take it seriously).
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lucidlymusing · 7 months
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I want to be sensually dominated. I want my hands tied while you explore every inch of my body. Kiss me, touch me, eat my pussy in different positions, suck my titties, spank me, titty fuck me, have me suck your dick, make deep love to me, fuck me, put me into different positions, cum in me, and cum on me. Enjoy me how you want and all you want. Indulge us both in pleasure until we are both exhausted and then untie me so we can fall asleep wrap in each other’s arms.
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maturing is understanding the spanish saying of
“la que se lo queda, pierde”
(whoever ends up w him, loses)
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thatweirdqueer · 2 years
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everytime i log onto tumblr, im reminded that markiplier, the himbo, the man with night vision, the man with electric scooters, has a tumblr. who let him get tumblr.
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kitsune-z · 2 years
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I DONE IT !!!
yep, I just signed up for ao3. I've been waiting for an invitation for quite a long time and it was a big surprise to receive it today.
I translate story, so if you want, you can write to me and I will translate your favourite work ! 🧡
my profile: https://archiveofourown.org/users/z_kitsunevv
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endivinity · 10 months
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inkskinned · 10 months
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the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.
sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.
you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.
it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.
but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.
they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.
they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.
barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.
and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.
but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.
they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!
this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.
#this shifts gender so much bc it actually affects everyone#yes it's a gendered phenomenon. i have written a LOT about how different genders experience it. that's for a different post.#writeblr#ps my comments about seeing someone cry -- this is not to shame any person#and on this blog we support workers.#at the same time it's a really hard experience to see someone that looks like you. clearly in agony. and have them forced to keep going.#when you're young it doesn't necessarily look like acting. it looks scary. and that's what this is about - the fact that teens#have likely already been exposed to that definition of things. because the internet exists#and without the context of healthy education. THAT is the image burned into their minds about what it looks like.#it's also just one of those personal nuanced biases -#at 19 i thought it was normal to be in pain. to cry. to not-like-it. that it should be perfunctory.#it was what i had seen.#and it didn't help that my religious upbringing was like . 'yeah that's what you get for premarital. but also for the reference#we do think you should never actually enjoy it lol'#so like the point im making is that ppl get exposed to that stuff without the context of something more tender#and assume .... 'oh. so it's fine i am not enjoying myself'. and i know they do because I DID.#he was my first boyfriend. how was i supposed to know any different#i didn't even have the mental wherewithal to realize im a lesbian . like THAT used to suffering.
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themeeplord · 4 months
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Monsters in the dark need hugs too.
Every time I see the Bracken's hands appear from behind me and obscure my vision I want this to happen instead of the guy just snapping my neck. To me those arms are made for hugging and nothing will change my mind.
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loveletters-generic · 7 months
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A cold and humble man
Without cause or reason to stumble upon the figment that grasps me, I am startled from the wake I came from, in rapid succession I attend the funeral, bury the body, and walk out of the cemetery as a terribly new addition to a terribly new landscape.
You are the reason to escape the silky fabric that wraps me in a suffocating way, in a way that soothes my ambition and blinds my passions.
I am useless with my lover's clothes on, but the most energetic when I am naked chasing a naked lover, freezing and crawling like an eclectic and tormented man.
With absolutely no instance to grieve.
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singhallelujahh · 7 days
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The songs are amazing but the fact that she felt all this for Matt Healy? Tragic and embarrassing
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(DISCLAIMER: This is just my opinion on Chloe in Revolution. So, you can make any opinions regarding Chloe, but please, BE CIVIL. This is not a Chloe hate post. Ok? Let's begin.)
Ok, what do you think about Chloé's karma on Revolution?
Is it justified, or is it going too far?
I think that this is going too far because Chloe doesn't deserve to be treated harshly by living with.........her mom and being abused for life.
Look, I know that what Chloe did is mean, cruel, and even dangerous at some level.
I acknowledge that some people will not gonna change.
I agree that Chloe should be called out for her behaviors.
BUT, should she deserve to be punished by being abused by her mom? Should she deserve this as her karma?
No, because this is bad for her overall, with the major issues being the mental health, and this'll make her life worse. Plus, she's a TEENAGER! She's has plenty of time to change and make her like this might lead her to depression.
And maybe....,this is kinda hypocritical because remember what Mylene said in Derision?
About that dialogue, I think that really depends on how you grew up in the environments where your parents behave toward you.
I blame mostly on the parents because they are not good parent to Chloe, so that's why Chloe is being like that.
And yes, I also blame Thomas because, bruh, please, enough with your hatred for Chloe. Enough is enough, please, we're sick and tired of you making Chloe your punching bag over and over again. Don't you think that we have enough of Chloe bashing episodes? Well, time for Twitter mass blocking all over again(and make a post self-victimizing yourself).
And before you arguing me not agreeing that Chloe should deserve to be like this, I have a question to ask.
What if we're just like Chloe, being neglected by your own mother and your father don't teach you to be a good person?
That's the question that I want to know.
I have a fair share of experience on family problems(and abuse, in general) before. So,I know what I am doing here, ok?
Anyway, that's just my two cents on Chloe in Revolution.
Ok, now you can make opinions on this matter in the comments below and remember, BE RESPECTFUL AND CIVIL! All right?
Ok, stay healthy, stay miraculous,and
BUG OUT.
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kentopedia · 3 months
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nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.
so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.
still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.
the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.
he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.
because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.
it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.
naturally, no one came back twice.
he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.
though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.
by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.
by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.
on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.
he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.
“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”
“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“
but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.
“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”
a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”
though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.
“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“
“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”
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first times are so underrated, i’m not talking sex wise, but rather all those little moments were you experienced something new and appraised for the very first time and it’s just magical.
like the first time you held hands romantically with someone, the first “i love you’s”, the first time you stayed up all night with a friend to vent your eyes out, the first kiss, the first trust bond, it’s nice when you realize it’s the beginning of something new and experimental
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hailsatanacab · 5 months
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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
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