#father bobert

[justiisms]

"Papa, look outside! There's a justly, little army waiting for you to give them your undivided attention!" *kaito is exceptionally happy as he's spent the last few minutes huddled up under a blanket while making two dozen teeny, tiny snowmen! each one is less than half a foot tall and they're all standing in nice, even rows, the ones up front even holding little twigs!*

"Oho?" Bobby gives a curious headtilt at his words as he looks towards the window. "A small army, you say? And justly at that? Well then, I'd better greet them, haha!" He laughs, before stepping closer to the window opens it to poke his head outside. Then when he saw the snowman army- "!!!!!!"

His eyes widen in delight at all the adorable little snowmen! "Ahh! Oh my goodness, look at them!! So tiny, so cute!! Hehe and the front row with their little twigs!! I love it!!" He chimes, Bobby looking at each and every snowman with a light in his eyes!! "Alrighty, as for my command... I demand my justastic army, to always continue to work hard to serve and protect, and that goes double for protecting my son!!" He declares in a general-like tone while crossing his arms.

Then after quickly closing the window back so that Kaito doesn't get cold under the blanket, he then walks over to him and lifts up in a big bear hug!! "Thank you so much, my boy!! That lovely surprise brightened my entire day!! I promise to take extra great care of and look out for my subordinates!!"

#!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PAPA BOBERT'S TINY SNOWMEN ARMY!!!! ⛄☃⛄☃ #HE LOVES IT KAITO!!!!! #I LOVE THIS PRECIOUS FATHER N SON DUO SO MUCH~! ❤ #Bobby answers;; #essenceofjustice

[a-q2]

Bobert, Will, and Jonathan Edit because I finished Rules for werewolves a while ago

Fuck Donald and Lonnie

(Yes, I did use the Ziggy leak for Robert)

IDK lf this makes sense but

Honestly, I think that Bobert would be a bit jealous of the relationship that Will and Jonathan have because of how his relationship with Tim is and how he wishes it held/abided to certain things (especially if it's before Tim and Robert go back to the group)

The Rules for Werewolves' format confused me 🧐

#stranger things #will byers #jonathan byers #byers brothers #bobert #You ever cry remembering that Jonathan became what he was missing from Lonnie for Will #like he really stepped up to that role #also how will was clearly trying to be/f what his father wanted him to be #yes this is in reference to Will's comment about going to baseball with Lonnie and his knowledge on how to use a gun #bobert deshaw #robert deshaw #Timothy deshaw #Bobert

[thestagsheadsblog]

Seeing You Again (Chapter 6)

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader, Childhood Friends

Word Count: 4.4K

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

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Notes: 18+ NSFW. Can be read alone or as part of work. Sorry for the loooong delay on this finale!

You weaved through the throngs of people waiting pierside at North Island as thousands of sailors and airmen disembarked the newly returned carrier. You were warned that the spectacle could take hours, and while you were never a fan of crowds, you had to admit you were charmed by the images of families reunited after a loved one had been away at sea. Parents greeting daughters, fathers meeting their infant children for the first time, spouses reuniting with little concern for who may be watching. It was impossible to be unaffected by the infectious joy of long-awaited reunions. 

By the same token you felt like an intruder. You had asked Bob to be there, not the other way around, and now you were wondering whether you overstepped his boundaries. Surely, he wouldn't consider you on the same level as family and leave it to Bob to be too polite to tell you that your offer was a bit much. You looked down nervously at your phone where you had shared your location to make it easier for him to find you in the crowd. It might've been too forward but there was no turning back now.  

You were standing on the balls of your feet trying to see over the heads and shoulders of the families around you when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning around, any doubts you may have had about Bob wanting you to be there were swept aside when he gathered you up in a tight hug, lifting you clear off your feet. Your gasp of surprise was quickly replaced by laugher as he spun you around once, nearly tripping over his own duffle bag. When he set you down you could hardly formulate a greeting before his lips where on yours in a heated, albeit brief, kiss. 

"God, I missed you," he exhaled with another smile, his hands still cupping the sides of your face. 

You felt your cheeks get warm in a way that had nothing to do with the San Diego sunshine. "I've missed you too," you admitted, your eyes drinking in his features, noticing the freckles on his cheeks and the slight sunburn at the tip of his nose where the visor of his flight helmet must end.  

He grew shy under your gaze and leaned his forehead against your own.

"Thanks for your letters," he murmured closely, enveloping you both in a bubble or privacy and drowning out the buzz of reuniting families. "I mean it. You should have seen me pushing people out of the way at mail call."

You laughed lightly. "I always saved yours for when I was off work and had time to enjoy them. Had to hide them so Emily wouldn't go snooping for them while I was out of the house." Your eyes closed as Bob's thumbs kept brushing the skin below your ears. 

"I was so happy when you said you'd be here. I haven't had anyone pierside since my first deployment. It's nice to know there's someone waiting for you."

Your arms tightened around his shoulders in response, but your illusion of privacy was ruptured when Bob's fellow officers spotted him in the crowd with you. 

"Heeeeey Bobby!"

Your eyes popped open, and Bob looked up with a quiet sigh and a smirk.

"Here we go..."

You suppressed your laughter as you were surrounded by a group of aviators materializing from the crowd, some you knew from hanging out with Bob at the Navy bars and some you had never met. The few you had met greeted you by name with knowing looks that made your blush from earlier come creeping back. 

"Well, if it isn't the pen pal," the green-eyed Lieutenant with the shit eating grin took in the sight of you and Bob, newly reunited. "You sure kept Bobert here entertained at sea. The way he ran at mail call. Must've been some interesting letters."

"Or pictures," his friend replied, earning a cackle from Jake. You rubbed the bridge of your nose, preparing for further humiliation, when Bob replied with the lightning-fast reflex of a seasoned Naval officer.

"I already get enough nudes in the mail from your mom, Seresin."

Your mouth dropped open at Bob's unexpected retort, along with the mouths of half the officers present before everyone joined in a barrage of laughter at Jake's expense.

"Hey, fuck you Bob," he replied with a little impressed smirk at Bob's rudeness.  

Bob gave you a sideways look of apology for everyone's behavior, including his own. <i>It's just the Navy</i> his eyes said, even though you knew he was a bit proud to have put Jake in his place so quickly. 

"Hey Bob," one of the other Lieutenants cut in with the obvious intent of poking the bear, "a few of us are going to The Hard Deck if you and your friend want to join. Unless you have something else going on?"

You opened your mouth to protest the offer when Bob spoke. "Sure, we'll meet you there," Bob agreed immediately, to the dismay of his scheming shipmates. "Just have to drop my bag off at the car."

With that, Bob took his duffle and your arm and ushered you through the crowd in a quick escape from the other officers.

"The Hard Deck, really?" you laughed as Bob dragged you along. "It's going to be a zoo, with the carrier just in."

"Oh, don't worry. I have no intention of going there," he smiled down at you reassuringly. "It's just easier to get them off my back if I say I'll be there. Otherwise, they'd be asking where we're going and what we'll be doing...it would be a whole thing."

When you were free of the thickest part of the crowd, he took your hand in his as you lead him toward your parked car. 

"Besides, I've been stuck on a ship with them for months," he said. "They'll live without me for an evening."

"Good," you replied, "because I wasn't planning on sharing you."

It was time for Bob to blush as you approached your car and he threw his duffle into the trunk. Inside the car you both gave an involuntary sigh of relief, as you both finally had some semblance of privacy. For Bob, it must have been especially cathartic after months at sea on a floating city. You reached over and squeezed his hand. He squeezed back, looking down at your entwined fingers. 

"Where to?" you asked.

"I have a place to stay on base until I fly home to see my parents, but..."

"Not feeling the base housing right now?" you smiled, understanding. 

"I just want some normalcy," he admitted with a long exhale, "and a shower...a real shower with hot water. I want the stink of the carrier off me."

You laughed and nodded, not fully knowing what a carrier smells like, but imagining that thousands of people and aircraft on a ship for endless months can't be particularly pleasant. 

"We can drop your stuff off at my place, you can take a shower and then figure out what to do from there," you offered.

"Sounds good to me," Bob replied. 

"Okay," you said, suddenly a bit nervous, shifting your car into gear. 

On the drive to your apartment, whenever your right hand wasn't needed on the wheel or the gearstick, it slipped back into Bob's hand. You could hardly believe he was back, just beside you. The prospect of his physicality made you both excited and anxious in equal measures. As much as you wanted to jump his bones as soon as he entered your apartment, you had to remind yourself that he was just back from a long deployment, and that you should let him get settled in to being back on shore. He was probably exhausted and more interested in sleeping than...well, other things. You could be patient.

At your apartment, Bob deposited his duffle beside the couch where your sister had caught you making out all those months ago while you went looking for a clean towel in the linen closet.

"Where's Emily?" Bob asked conversationally.

"At a music festival up in NorCal for the weekend," you replied as you returned with a towel. "She won't be back until Monday night."

You handed Bob the towel as he smiled his thanks and took in the meaning of your words - you'd have the apartment to yourselves for the weekend. No one to barge in at inopportune moments.

"Bathroom's all yours," you said. "Take as long as you like. Use all the hot water."

"Thanks," Bob said with a soft lingering look before retreating to the bathroom. 

When the door closed you released a breath you hadn't known you were holding. For months you had been thinking of this moment - having Bob in your home with no possibilities of distractions or interruptions - and now you were sweating it. As soon as he was out of that shower there would be no more hiding. You no longer had the excuse of time or distance or uncertain feelings or pesky sisters. If Bob made the move, you knew you'd be putty in his hands. 

Unsure of what to do with yourself while Bob showered (other than visualize Bob in the shower which was very very distracting), you undertook some unnecessary panic tidying of your living room before darting to your bedroom to make certain everything was in order there. Not that it mattered, you had no idea if he was going to be staying the night, you chided yourself. Of course, he will. He's your boyfriend and he has been gone for months. He'll want to. Unless he'd rather have time to settle back into what you had before he left. It'd be awkward otherwise, right? He won't even see this room or maybe you'll both be naked in here within the hour.

You felt a quiver in your belly and your heartrate picked up. You couldn't stay in there staring at your bed like a mad woman. 

You scampered back to the living room and nearly collided with Bob. Shirtless Bob with damp hair and a towel around his waist. Bob wearing only a towel, standing in your living room. 

"Sorry!" you said, backing off and giving him room. "Didn't know you'd be out already"

"Oh, um, yeah," Bob blushed a pinkness that spread all the way down to his bare chest. "I just wanted the grime off."

You could smell your own shampoo in the hair that fell in damp wisps against his forehead. Before you could stop yourself, you let your eyes wander from his hair to the droplet of water under his chin that threatened to fall on to his naked chest. Your sightline fell further to his navel and the dusting of blonde hair that trailed below it and disappeared beneath his towel.

You hadn't seen Bob without a shirt on since he was a child, back when he was scrawny like a twig. The years and puberty had blessed him with a wiry, fit physique that had been well hidden beneath both his uniform and civilian clothes. With nothing but a towel for Bob to hide behind you found yourself thanking your lucky stars for testosterone and the US Navy.

Your mouth was suddenly very dry. 

"I, uh, forgot my bag out here," Bob's words snapped you back to reality, your eyes wide in panic at having been caught ogling his body.

"Oh, shit sorry," you apologized again as you realized you were standing between Bob and his duffle. He seemed amused or maybe even charmed at your near incapacitation in the presence of his not quite nakedness. You stepped out of the way so he could access the bag beside your feet.  

Bob bent to reach for his bag and your eyes followed the reach of his long fingers and up along the vein of his hand that extended the length of his forearm. Without fully knowing how, you realized your hand was now softly wrapped around that forearm, stalling Bob from reaching his bag.

He slowly stood upright as your hand travelled up to just above his elbow, watching in interest as his skin broke out in goosebumps where your fingers touched. Your eyes drifted up to Bob's and an apology died in your throat as he leaned forward to kiss your upturned face. 

The kiss was more hesitant than the one you had shared pierside despite being in the privacy of your home. Your eyes closed as you felt Bob's lips travel lightly over yours and along the line of your jaw. Your hands finished their journey up Bob's arms and settled on his shoulders as his own cupped your face like before. Hesitation gave way to impatience when you lightly nipped Bob's lower lip, which was all the encouragement he needed to open his mouth to yours. 

Sighing against your lips, Bob took a step closer, hands firmly along your jaw as his tongue explored your own. Your fingertips traced the muscles of his shoulders when your own contented sigh was cut short by the feel of damp terrycloth dropping on your bare feet. 

You and Bob both froze mid-kiss, your breath warm on each other's cheeks. A moment later Bob pulled away a fraction, his eyes locked with your own. You wouldn't dare look down while he was watching you.

"I should get that," he breathed, more a question than a statement. 

As he began to slowly bend you stopped him again with a hand to his chest. Mustering all the bravery you had, you let your eyes drop slowly from Bob's face and trail down his uncovered body. You audibly swallowed as you admired him, wanting to touch every surface you were currently raking over with your eyes. Your breath was coming quick with arousal and there was more than enough visual evidence to prove Bob was feeling just as affected by your proximity as you were his. 

"I really don't-" you managed with a husky voice before having to swallow your words once again.

"You really don't, what?" Bob asked, a rasp in own voice.

"I really don't want you to put your clothes back on," you admitted, eyes trailing back up Bob's body to meet his own gaze dead on.

Bob blinked before pulling you flush against him, his lips once again locked on yours. All pretense of politeness vanished as your frenzied kiss was matched by wandering hands; yours exploring the planes of Bob's body as his tangled in your hair and in the fabric of your shirt on your lower back. 

Your hand snaked its way between your bodies, finding the object of your earlier admiration. A heated moan erupted from Bob as you lightly stroked him. "Holy shit," he whispered, eyes slammed shut in fierce concentration as you continued your exploration. There was something intensely hot about having Bob in your living room without a stitch on while you remained fully clothed, milking whatever noises you could get out of him. It was well worth the months long wait; you mused in that moment. 

When your grip tightened a fraction, Bob cursed and stilled you with a hand to your wrist. "I...wait," he managed to choke out, causing you both to momentarily break out into a fit of nervous laughter at Bob's obvious dilemma. He pressed his forehead to yours as he sobered. "It's been a while. I don't want this to be over before we have even started."

You smiled up at him and allowed your hand to retreat. "Sorry, got a bit carried away," you murmured, 

Bob released a contented sigh and looked you up and down. "Besides, it's a bit unfair," he mused. 

You quirked a brow at him, inviting him to elaborate.

"I have nothing on, and you're still dressed," he teased with a playful grin.

You bit your lip, grabbed his hand, and finally dragged him to your bedroom. Inside, Bob helped you remove your own clothes with desperate shaking hands. He sucked a mark onto your neck as you both worked to push your underwear off. Before you knew it you were just as naked as Bob and he took a moment to step back to admire what stood before him.

His eyes took you in hungrily, a half-smile of wonderment on his face as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Wow," he breathed. "You're perfect."

You blushed even redder than you already were, his eyes still roaming your body.

"Better than Jake Seresin's mom?" you joked lightly. 

Bob huffed with amusement. "Well, I don't have my glasses on, so..."

You gasped in mock outrage and gave a solid push to Bob's chest, knocking him back on to the bed. Grabbing your arm, Bob pulled you down onto the mattress with him, rolled over on top of you and quickly smothered both of your laughter with another kiss. Even though you had never been naked with him before, being with Bob in this way felt like the most natural thing in the world. There was none of the apprehension or insecurity that you typically felt with a new partner. Even when Bob trailed kisses down your body and settled his face between your legs you felt no need to hide yourself. 

"This okay?" he asked, peering up at you.

You answered Bob with a quick nod and parted your legs just a bit further to allow him to settle between them. You sucked in a sharp breath when Bob delved in, clearly feeling no inhibitions on his end either. You briefly wondered where the hell he had learned <i>this</i> but your thoughts soon turned to goo between your ears as you surrendered to the liquid heat of Bob's mouth.

Your thighs began to tremble with building release, but Bob made no sign of letting up. "Good?" he managed to murmur around his work, blue eyes glancing up to check in.

"Yes," you groaned. "Did they not feed you on that boat?"

He huffed in amusement against your core, earning a whine from deep in your throat. "Better than anything they served in the wardroom," he mumbled before doing something with the tip of his tongue that sent you over the edge.

Your back arched off the bed and your hand tangled in Bob's still damp hair, earning a grunt from the mouth that worked you through your climax. When you were nothing more than an overstimulated and panting mess, Bob crawled back up your body to inspect the results of his labor. 

You blew the hair off your face as you took in the self-satisfied smirk that Bob wiped with the back of his hand. You playfully batted his face away before he grabbed your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist.

"You're full of surprises," you sighed with a satisfied grin.

Humble as always, Bob just shrugged. "Maybe it is better that we hooked up now rather than back in the day when I didn't know what the hell I was doing." 

You brushed the damp, dangling curls aware from his eyes. "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have minded," you smiled, imagining yourself and a younger, clumsy Bob exploring your bodies together. 

"What else you got?" you asked coyly. 

Bob's face settled into a determined frown as he inspected your surroundings. You watched as he reached for one of your thicker pillows, letting him maneuver it under your hips. Ever the strategist, he placed your legs exactly where he wanted them while you happily complied. He looked at you like a man half-drunk, eyes heavy lidded and hungry. 

"Well?" you teased, inviting his next move.

Bob snapped out of his daze for a quick moment of responsibility. 

"Are you, uh, on the pill?"

Why that frank but polite question had your blush returning you couldn't say but you assured him you were. 

All preliminaries out of the way, Bob stretched himself on top of you. You found yourself marvelling again at how much bigger he was just as you had the night you reunited at the Hard Deck. He kissed you as he braced weight on his arms, careful not to crush you. 

"Ready?" he asked. You answered by reaching down between your bodies and guiding him through to that last step. 

You sighed as he sunk in, his own groan muffled into your neck. It was now your turn to ask, "good?"

His gentle huff of laughter ticked your clavicle. "Almost too good," he confessed, and your heart clenched a bit seeing how hard he needed to concentrate to control himself. You gave him a moment to collect, your hands skimming down his back as a shudder ran through his shoulders.

When he was ready, he began to move slowly, but deeply and with purpose. You whimpered, adjusting to all of him and briefly wondered how many women must have underestimated him before finding themselves in this position. 

He expertly hit some spot far back, nearly too far, just brushing your physical limit. You bit your lip and dug your nails into the muscles of his shoulder wavering between asking for more and telling him to pull back. Ultimately, the unrelenting-almost-nearly-too-much had you digging your heals into the dimples on his lower back and your toes curling. 

He certainly knew his anatomy, you thought in a moment of clarity, or maybe his geometry...whatever the case he was a man who could strike a target. You almost cracked a joke relating to how proficient he must be at his job but any quip you might have made died in your throat as a moan ripped through you. 

"Don't stop," you gasped, "keep going." Where most men would take that as a cue to go faster or harder, Bob could follow a direct order and kept on with his steady, unyielding pace. 

Your orgasm began as a quick twitch in your lower belly, piqued by Bob's movement deep inside you. Your thighs were soon trembling and your hips bucking up against his. Your back arched and from your mouth tore the most animalistic noise you had ever heard yourself emit. It quickly bubbled into something euphoric and somewhere far away you heard yourself laughing.

Coming down from your high you felt Bob's thrusts becoming sloppy and urgent; his careful and consistent rhythm ruined by the wet warmth brought on by your climax. In his own state of ecstasy, he gasped and cursed against your temple stuttering to a halt, his sweat slick chest heaving against your own.

It took you both a long moment to recover, your labored breathing filling the quiet room.

Bob was the first to move, raising himself up on his elbows just high enough to see your face. You kept your eyes closed but you could almost hear him smile.

"Do you always laugh when you come?"

You scrunched your eyes closed even further, running a hand over your face. "No, that's something new," you admitted. "Hope it didn't ruin the mood."

You felt him shake his head. "No, I kind of liked it."

You cracked your eyes open to see Bob staring down at you in a blissful state. His own eyes were still half-hooded, and his already damp hair was now clinging to his forehead from perspiration. His breathing had settled but he looked well spent. 

You pulled him down into a lazy, hot kiss, enjoying the pleasant feel of his full weight on your body. 

Eventually he settled just beside you. With the sexual tension sated for the moment, you enjoyed each other's calm familiarity. 

"I wanted to ask you something and you can say no if it's too soon," Bob said after a while, his voice deep and a bit vulnerable. 

Your sex-dampened mind suddenly whirled with activity, your sister's voice ringing he'll probably propose immediately after he-

"What's that?" you asked, trying to sound composed.

Bob propped himself on his elbow, looking sheepish in a way that had nothing to do with his current nakedness. He scratched the back of his neck as he mulled over his words; a nervous tick he had had since he was a child.   

"I was wondering if - and only if you want to - if you maybe wanted to come with me when I go to see my parents?"

The exhaled the breath you hadn't know you were even holding, relieved but strangely also a tiny bit disappointed Emily's prediction of a post-coital proposal wasn't correct.

"I...I know it's not your home anymore and you probably haven't been back since you left, but I thought maybe you'd like seeing the neighborhood again, and of course I'd like you to be there and this is only if you can take the time away from work-"

"Yes," you interrupted his nervous rambling, taking his hand in yours. "Yes, of course! I'd love that."

A genuine smile of giddy excitement spread across Bob's face. "Really?"

"Yes!" you assured him again, this time with a kiss. "As long as you are okay with both of our families conspiring behind our backs once they find out we are together together."

Bob shook his head with amusement. "I'm fine with that. It means my mom will let you stay in my room."

"Are the Star Wars posters still on the wall?" you giggled.

"You know it," he winked. "Can't set the mood without them."

After another draw out kiss you got up to use the bathroom and grabbing your phone from the living room. You checked the screen and saw a notification from your sister containing only eggplants and question marks. You sighed and placed it face down on your nightstand as Bob returned from his own trip to the bathroom, now wearing only his boxers and his own phone in hand.

He too sighed when he settled onto the bed beside you and looked at his notifications. 

"Well, the penny dropped, and they all know we aren't coming to the Hard Deck," Bob lamented. 

"Oh?" you leaned over and peered at his phone as Bob scrolled past the dozens of messages of mock concern and overt speculation.

"Are you going to respond?" 

Bob leaned over you to place his phone face down next to yours before lowering his face to kiss your neck.

"Nah," he murmured against your ear. "Let them wonder." 

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Succession?

Oh boy. Ok. Definitely haven’t seen this one.

It’s a show about terrible white collar people working in some big company super high up that they’ve all got some inheritance or connection to - a family? One is a redhead called “shiv fucking roy” that is Ultimate Girlboss (I’d bet on her if she were in the hunger games). Shiv looks like she’d shank you with a shiv for letting a business deal fall through. Another looks like he could be standing by a service station at 3am with a blunt or cigarette, but will be preaching the right way to breathe with buzzwords but also has got a sugar mama situation going on or something. I don’t know his name. Roman? Ronan? Roderick. Roberto. Bobert. Boman. There’s this lanky guy called Greg that’s connected somehow but isn’t high up UNTIL Matthew Mcfayden as Baby Girl (I’ve never seen the word babygirl so much at once what has he bewitched you all with) becomes Obsessed with him and proposes marriage business partnership. Good for them. I hope they figure it out. There’s not a lot of redeeming qualities to be seen because hey this is a family in the 1% and all white collar classist peeps but it’s also not shying away from the fact that these characters are very human and very real, and weirdly endearing, which is maybe why y’all are like “yes the horrors but have you considered that they’re baby”. There’s a shitty father. I know this because 1. Yes there was a gifset with him mentioned, 2. How can there not be a shitty father at the root of this entire mess. This smells of shifty father. Uhhhhh they’re all trying to get the top dog position of this company their family owns???? It’s musical chairs but for rich people.

LMAO how did I do?

[ test my dashboard osmosis! ]

#thank you for the ask!!!! #ren replies #succession #yeah I’ll tag it #o succession fandom I hope ye find this amusing #I know Nothing #I have seen sososososo many gifsets of this show #first one was of Greg annnnndddddd tom?? is his name Tom #I was like ‘me Darcy???? that you???? why are you getting on one knee to this guy in a garden????’ #*mr #I think there are two other Roy siblings but I have No Idea #anon #this was fun to answer lol

[dazzlerazz]

So! My new Sole Survivor, her name is Citri, she's 67 years old and was married to Robert, who she affectionately called Bobert. Shaun is her grandson who she adopted after the passing of her daughter during childbirth (the father being out of the picture). She's maxed out endurance but has like no luck lol

She finds it novel that her own grandson is older than her when I actually get to that point in the game

#razz plays fo4 #razz oc stuff #oc citri #eh? I don't plan to play to level 80 again I'm just killing some time

[robertdowneyjjr]

Bobbenheimer but from Bobert Downey Jr perspective or maybe we should do a film called the Bob father about RDJ

20 years from now exton is the new head of team downey and he makes his own documentary about his dad, names it the bobfather. it is exactly as silly as you'd hope it would be.

#bobbenheimer 😂 #anniemurphy #ask

[writinginthesecrettrees]

“and if you don’t have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one.”— Gospel of Luke 22:36-38

Seems you’re the idiot who doesn’t know shit, Bobert is correct.

“When Jesus’ followers saw what was going to happen, they said, “Lord, should we strike with our swords?” And one of them struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his right ear.

But Jesus answered, “No more of this!” And he touched the man’s ear and healed him.” - Luke 22:49-51

“Then Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it and struck the high priest’s servant, cutting off his right ear. (The servant’s name was Manchus.)

Jesus commanded Peter, ‘Put your sword away! Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?’” - John 18:10-11

“Jesus replied, ‘Do what you came for, friend.’

Then the man stepped forward, seized Jesus and arrested him. With that, one of Jesus’ companions reached for his sword, drew it out and struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his ear.

‘Put your sword back in its place,’ Jesus said to him, ‘for all who draw the sword will die by the sword. Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels? But how then would the Scriptures be fulfilled that say it must happen in this way?’” - Matthew 26:50-54

You’re being obtuse, Anon. Picking out a fraction of a verse doesn’t give context. See above, where I have given the full verses I’m citing to support my argument that Lauren Boebert is a fucking idiot who doesn’t understand the Bible. I find the verses from Matthew particularly illuminating in that Jesus is very clear that he is willingly surrendering to his death, as is his entire purpose in existence.

But the verses you quoted aren’t complete! Let’s look at the actual Luke 22:36-38 (and I’m using the New International Version, as it has the most plain English).

“He said to them, ‘But now if you have a purse, take it, and also a bag; and if you don’t have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one. It is written: ‘And he was numbered with the transgressors; and I tell you that this must be fulfilled in me. Yes, what is written about me is reaching its fulfillment.

The disciples said, ‘See, Lord, here are two swords.’

‘That’s enough!’ he replied.” - Luke 22:36-38

So even in this verse that you quoted, Jesus is more concerned with fulfilling his purpose. And says two swords is plenty.

Basically, Lauren Boebert is an idiot. She said “On Twitter, a lot of little Twitter trolls, they like to say, ‘Oh, Jesus didn’t need an AR-15, how many AR-15s do you think Jesus would’ve had?’ Well, he didn’t have enough to keep his government from killing him.”

My argument is that Jesus needed his government to kill him to fulfill his entire purpose, which he was very much aware of. So regardless of AR-15s, Jesus would not have wanted one or used one to prevent his arrest.

And I’m right, and your cherry-picked fraction of a quote doesn’t mean what you think it means when you put it in context.

Argue with full references next time, Anon. You’ll look less stupid.

#lauren boebert #gun control #oh look #i attracted the wingnuts #honestly i'm just upset at the lack of understanding here #know the source material if you're gonna use it for your arguments

[ask-the-usa-manor]

I formally insist you start printing this as official Currency in the US.

“No, no,” America muttered, deep in thought, “That’s not enough…”

“Wait!” His eyes lit up, “I got it! South!”

“Yeah?” South Carolina asked, poking her head through the doorway.

“…Dakota!”

“YES! I’M RELEVANT!” South Dakota cheered triumphantly as he shoved past SC and into the room, “What’s up, boss man? Old man? Buddy? Pal? Dad? Father dearest? Dearest father? Esteemed 1/2 of the reason I’m alive?”

“It’s time to expand Mount Rushmore!” America exclaimed as he handed the new dollar to his hyped son, “Slap this man’s face on there! He deserves it.”

“Bob Ross?” South Dakota grinned, “The Bobert Ross? It would be an honor.”

[justiisms]

*it's another rainy, lazy day and kaito doesn't particularly feel like doing anything! he's just idly shuffling about before he spots his dad sitting down and proceeds to plop down onto his lap, getting extra snug as he reaches over and grabs a nearby blanket, draping it over the both of them so they stay warm!*

"Story time with papa~! And if you don't have any then don't worry 'cause I got loads! I wanna tell you all the adventures I've been on!"

Bobby was relaxing in his room today, at his table watching TV. It was also a lazy day for him today, and he did not have any paperwork he needed to do at the moment, so he could truly take this time to unwind....

When Kaito entered the room and plopped onto his lap, he emits a soft gasp of surprise. "Oh! Kaito...!" A smile instantly widens on his face, chuckling at the blanket his son drapes around them both. He grabs one end of it, and wraps it even more snug around them. "Why hello there. Wanted to relax with your papa on this rainy afternoon? I'd love for you to! Would make this quiet day even better.... especially now that we're nice and snug...."

He hums, giving his soon a big, warm hug. At the mention of story time, his smile brightens, and gives a nod as Kaito explains. "Story time! Ahaha, is that so? Hmm, how about this? I tell you a story... and then you tell me some, too! That'd be fun, right? You always tell such intriguing tales, so I would be exited to listen. Now, let me tell you an interesting one....oh! Let me tell you about the most interesting train ride trip I've ever had... So I was visiting Europe several years ago, yeah? And I rode in this big, fancy train, just like in classic mystery novels. And..."

#cries this is so soft and sweet.... #bless Papa Bobert and Boblet most purest and good father and son~ #let them relax while telling stories together.... #Bobby answers;; #essenceofjustice

[mygirljunhee]

5 and also 19 but I'll know if you're lying

5. Who is your favorite K-Pop rapper, and why?

Does Cheetah count? Probably not but her. If not then Father Bobert or Yuto. Bobby makes every iKon song for me and I adore him, and YUTODA

Honorable mentions to Leedo, Changkyun, Wyatt, and Kei for that one time she covered Mamamoo's Hip and did it better.

19. Who is your favorite K-Pop maknae, and why?

Taemin because he's an absolute menace.

I think about this video daily

K-pop ask game - send me a number

#hanya i will snipe u #ask game #addy.txt

[verbosebabbler]

ZampanioSim: Adventure Sim West

For those interested and caught up in ZampanioSim, Adventure Sim West is actively updating. Adventure Sim West is a text adventure style collaborative story where the audience participates by inputting commands for the character we are observing. Here is a synopsis of what knowledge I think is needed to understand what's happening.

We are Observing Peewee Cassan, a Lamia, Glitch of Doom, Devil of Spirals. He tried to destroy the Echidna-shaped universe he is currently in, and still claims to want to do so. He is, as mentioned, a Lamia, meaning he has a tail of a snake, but as some consequence participating in the creation of this universe, most normal humans do not notice. They will still freak out by bird people.

Peewee Cassan is also notably a Gamer. This gives him abilities such as no clipping, a process of phasing through walls through interactions with corners.

We exist in a time period between April 1, 1972 and April 1, 2022. Most of the time period we are hibernating and being transported around by Eyedol HQ. We start in Naples, Italy in 1972 and at some point in time Eyedol HQ moves to Ohio and Peewee along with them. We exist usually around the story of Wanda and the Intern (I call him Turner) as found in the chat logs of ZampanioSim East.

The Adventure sim has some survival component, in that Peewee needs to eat to live. The main desired source of energy is G Fuel, short for Gamer Fuel. Unlike our energy drink of the same name, it is a weird egg from outside of the universe and there's only ever one of it per loop.

Peewee can also subsist off of specific eggs found in breakroom refrigerators in Eyedol HQ. He will refuse to eat uncooked eggs. Quickest means to do so tends to be to microwave them. A tip that needs to be constantly given is to puncture a hole in the egg with a fingernail so it doesn't explode in the microwave, as this tip is not some Gamer knowledge Peewee has innately.

Peewee has three sons. He adopted them in the first loop and, in doing so, made them relevant across loops. The one we interact most with is Rod, short for Dowsing Rod. He is an anxious sort but very kind to us. Then there is Rebel, he is snide to us but really seems just familially tsundere about it. Then there's Melon. I don't know what to say about Melon. He's… eccentric.

We also have a sort of romantic relationship with a Class B Quotidian. Depending on timeline, we are either with Robert Bobert or Bobert Robert. Quotidian are crow creatures who disguise themselves as humans. Their romantic gestures involve exchanges of information.

Eyedol HQ is a confusing place, spatially. To progress in it, you need to pick both a cardinal direction of North, East, or South (never West) and have an intended place to go. There are rules governing what you will find going each direction. To the South you go to precisely where you are looking to go. To the North you go somewhere tangential to where you are meaning to go. To the East is a wildcard where you go seemingly somewhere random, maybe.

We have had various mishaps and adventures so far. Currently, we have hibernated until March 30, 2022. We have two full days before the loop forcefully resets (as time seems to loop between April 1, 1972 and April 1, 2022). This date was suggested by me because I forgot March had 31 days. We have been altered to have many eyes.

As of this post, we are currently actively meeting Doc Fiona Slaughter, a free psychotherapist for those experiencing the Loop. She has had contact with other characters such as The Closer (phone voice in the maze and Wiggler Eater) and The End (an altered version of the one of the "blorbos" known as Camille).

Last notables; time has passed for everyone around us, so this leads to situations like the fact that we have been an absentee father for the entire loop of our hibernation to our 3 sons. Also, our potential relationship with Robert Bobert Robert might reset between loops. Unclear.

I tried to make this brief, but there's a back knowledge to have to make sense of this route. It was my main struggle coming upon recent loops blind. URL for Adventure Sim West here: http://farragofiction.com/AdventureSimWest/

#guidingzampanio

[baklavagyna]

bro jason miller who played father karras in the exorcist not only won a pulitzer prize and tony award, but he was supposed to be the lead in taxi driver instead of de niro. no offense to bobert but i feel like jason miller would have slayed that role

#he was REALLY GOOD in the exorcist ok

[desertdaddypsp]

"Rick, people are just no damned good!"

Those words were spoken by my very own father. He would say them many times over. I never believed him, but lately I'm beginning to believe him.

So many times recently, I have run into people who seem to be no damned good. Let's start at the top and work our way down, shall we? Our government is filled with these "no damned good" types. My current "favorite" group of politicians are the Christian Nationalists. These people think that The United States should be a theocracy, run by old white men who are straight and Christians (and I use the term "Christian" loosely!

These people believe that God himself, is responsible for inspiring our Constitution. Like George Washington ascended Mount Hamilton to receive the stone tables from on high and when he descended, that theocratic law became the law of the land, at least in Christian conservatives' minds. Do these religious zealots not remember the concept of The Separation of Church and State? Perhaps they need to go back to school and learn about the Constitution before they are allowed to run for any public office.

Next there are the idolaters of the Second Amendment. Come of folks! How many people and especially children need to die because you can't give up your kickbacks from the Gun Lobby? I guess to these politicians, money trumps (please forgive the pun!) the lives of Americans. My favorite (or most heinous) example of this is the family Christmas portraits taken by Marjorie Taylor Green and Laurne Bobert. Both families posed their children with them around the Christmas tree holding AR - 15's. What a lovely message of Christian love and forgiveness to send to the world that is supposed to be celebrating the birth of their Saviour, Jesus Christ. Makes me sick too my stomach. I could go on to include those politicians who support and espouse the Great Lie of Donald Trump that the election was rigged and stolen and that Biden is not actually the rightful president. Take that along with the politicians who fomented the violence around the Capitol on January 6th. They epitomize the fact that people are no damned good, especially a Republican. But enough about politics. Let's move onto society as a whole.

Gay men (in my experience!) are some of the worst offenders. First, many of them worship their own body images and if other suitors do not have the same chiseled bodies as they, well they are just cast aside. Then there are those gays who use dating apps like Growlr and Scruff. This is how it usually goes: an interested guy sends a greeting to another guy who has his pictures and profile posted. The guy may say something like, "Hey, I think you're cute! Could we chat for a bit?" Three things can happen: 1) the guy will respond kindly, even if to say that he is not interested, (2) he will receive a smart ass response like I have received, "You're so ugly I wouldn't touch you with a 10 foot pole" or (one of my all-time favorites), "You're so ugly that it would take me 10 years to wash your stink off of me!" and (3) no answer at all, not even a "thanks but no thanks." Totally rude. Dating in the gay world is not easy. It seems that there are far more assholes than good guys.

I've had it! I keep trying to look for a guy that will give me the passion that I need in a Friends with Benefits relationship, but 90% of the men I contact fall into the #2 and #3 categories. It is rare that I find a truly polite gay man.

So, what do I do with my anger? I don't honestly know. I just know that I have to do something different or I'll end up throwing myself off the Tallahatchie Bridge like Billie Jo McAlister. My seething anger has gotten the best of me. I'm constantly upset...all day for the last five days. Maybe the psychiatrist can prescribe some new drug that will help me over this rough patch. I don't know. All I know is that something has got to give or I'm going to blow a gasket.

Shall we pray?

[spideyjlaw]

genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

#i love my dad #father bobert #my dad tony #very cool guy #i miss u dad tony #tony stark #iron man #robert downey jr #marvel #mcu

[dorianwolfforest]

Fun SSO fact

The penguin in the Icy Volcano icon's name is Bobby and he is a freelance artist. 

I know this because I created him and his icon and so he is mine to name as I please

#He's a father of 2 #Bobby is short for Bobert #Listen I'm super proud I won that contest and no i will not shut up #sso #I'll stop bragging when im dead

[guiltycharge]

louise vc: happy Father’s Day to my dad and my dad only, everyone else’s father can choke

#fathers day #fathers day // #might make this into an open later tonight #but yes #happy dads day to bobert hes doing great