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Welcome Home themed kandi!!!

(i promise that dark color is a blue not black ;-;)

all my notifs in here the past few days has been nonstop Reblogs and Likes for my two Welcome Home posts!

ways to respond to being asked "are you a man or a woman?"

i sure hope not

who's to say

that's between me and God

i'll tell you for $100

i don't think so, why?

probably, not sure though

Damian being a gen alpha implies in gen alpha Jon too ...

[at a sleepover]

Damian, whispering: Jon?

Jon: Yeah?

Damian: Our planet is doomed.

Jon: Yeah, it is.

Jon: Wanna sneak downstairs for snacks?

Damian: Sure.

———————

Steph, as a Batburger cashier: Sorry ma'am, that product was discontinued months ago.

Jon: *secretly starts recording*

Margie: You didn't even bother to check! What kind of lazy service is this? No wonder the world is the way it is with your generation. I should call the corporate hotline right now and report you for refusing to serve a paying customer. See how you like it when you lose your job.

Damian: Hey Karen, she said they don't have it anymore. Either get something else or leave. Some of us have places to be.

Margie: And who do you think you are?

Damian, pointing to Jon's camera: The best friend of someone with 150,000 followers.

Jon: Say hi to the internet!

———————

Damian and Jon: *putting up hand-drawn posters around town*

Comm. Gordon: What are you kids doing?

Damian: Advertising our joint channel.

Jon: We're gonna have an epic Cheese Viking and Fortnite mashup tournament.

Damian: Proceeds go to the Wayne Foundation.

Comm. Gordon: *scribbles a note and hands it to them*

Comm. Gordon: If anyone asks you for a permit, it's on me.

———————

Damian and Jon: *huddled around the Batcomputer*

Jon: I think we should sort it by distance instead.

Damian, typing code: Good idea.

Barbara: What's that?

Jon: Our new website.

Damian: It allows people to report stray animals they see without the risk that comes with physical contact.

Barbara: Oh, cool. Carry on.

———————

Kara: What do you want to drink?

Jon: Mountain Dew. Dami, you want one?

Damian: Depends. Is it vegan?

Kara: *starts typing into Google*

Jon: Hey Alexa, is Mountain Dew vegan?

———————

[texting]

Jon: Dami, get on Discord.

Damian: Why?

Jon: Live-action One Piece streaming in the Gay Minecraft server.

———————

Jon: Ms. Kyle, check it out!

Selina: What is it?

Damian: TikTok added a set of Catwoman stickers.

Selina: Show me.

———————

Kate: I still think you are far too young for things like Instagram.

Damian and Jon: *snicker*

Kate: What?

Jon: Well, Ms. Kane, how should we put it...

Damian: No one uses Instagram anymore.

———————

Jon: *takes a 0.5 of him and Damian with Dick in the background*

Damian: You're in our BeReal now. Deal with it.

Dick: What's a BeReal?

———————

Damian, handing Jon a rock: I would like to buy this playhouse.

Jon: Too bad, the economy just disappeared.

Lois: What are you doing?

Jon: We're playing Society.

———————

Damian: Alfred, we're hungry.

Alfred, on the phone: *makes the thumb and pinky gesture and mouths "I'm busy"*

Jon: Huh?

Alfred: I'm on the phone, boys.

Damian: I think he meant this.

Damian: *puts his palm to his ear*

———————

Jon: Parkour!

Jon: *hops over a log*

Jon: Parkour!

Jon: *climbs a tree*

Damian: *recording*

Clark, to Bruce: That's one way to play.

Bruce: Mhm.

Clark: Do you ever get worried about, you know, how these kids are turning out?

Jon: Parkou—

Damian: Wait, stop, there's a bird's egg here. I wonder what species it is.

Jon: I have an app that can scan it.

Bruce, to Clark: I think they're gonna be alright.

Gwen, to Hobie: Hey, did you know that Miles stayed up all of last night reading up on colonialism just so he could talk to you about it?

Miles, ears burning: I have no idea what you’re talking about

Miles waking up late at night to write about his crush in the form of an anonymous Spiderman 138B/Spiderman 1610B fanfiction and posts it anonymously to AO3 in an effort to release his hidden feelings somehow.

He then wakes up the next day to open his ❀Postflower1610❀ account being full of notifications. Kudos from Ghosterina, CoconutOil&Prayers, TechGirlSlay and 600 others. 50 comments from various people he suspected were several spider people and possibly his roommate.

And before Miles sighs and puts his phone down, his eyes widen and his heart skips a beat as he scrolls to a top comment by WokeBloke138

WokeBloke138

This is cool mate, keep up the good work.

Miles internally screams for an hour.

Miles, for all that he is a mama's boy, SWEARS he isn't anything like his mother but, Hobie doesn't believe that for shit. Ever since they started dating, Hobie has made it a goal to visit the Morales home at least once a week and stay for dinner per Mrs. Morales' and Miles' request. Besides, his mom makes the /best/ fucking food in /any/ universe.

But, it also makes Hobie realize that Miles and his mother are very similar when it comes to food because, once Mrs. Morales and Miles noticed how skinny he was and found out about the state he was living in back at his universe, they went fuuuuull mama bear mode on him.

"Hobie, babe, just eat it, you need to finish your plate!" Miles scolds him and tries to stuff his fork full of chicken down Hobie's throat.

"Sì, sì, Hobie, dear just have a /little/ more. Just to fill you up," Mrs. Morales holds up a spoon. "I don't want my boy going to bed hungry tonight!"

He doesn't know how to tell him that, despite what they may think, he won't be going to bed hungry for the next six days /over/ because of all the delicious food they've shoved down his throat. He's so full he feels like he's gonna pop but, he can't say no to his gorgeous boyfriend's cute puppy eyes and his equally beautiful mother who cooked his meal so thoughtfully for him.

So, instead, he resorts to desperate measures and glances towards Miles' father's direction, their eyes meeting.

/Fucking help me/, Hobie begs him with his wide, unblinking eyes, hoping Jeff will get the message.

Jeff stares at him for a few moments before smirking and saying; "Honey, maybe Hobie will like some more green beans? He doesn't look like he's gotten enough protein."

Hobie's jaw drops farther than he thought possible. /Oh, that fucking PIG-/

With his mouth open, it gives Miles plenty of time to shove his fork full of chicken in between his lips and Hobie nearly chokes on the force of it but he swallows the food down anyway. Gods, it's really fucking good but he's seriously gonna pass out.

"Hobie, eres tan flaco, me preocupo por ti, nena. ¡Solo come el resto de tu comida y luego podemos tomar el postre!" Miles starts ranting in Spanish like his mother does as he grabs more food and Hobie can't understand a lick of what he's talking about.

"¡Oh sí! Hice el mejor postre para esta noche, Hobie. te va a encantar," Mrs. Morales seems to agree with whatever the hell Miles said and they both nod in agreement as they shove more food in his face.

/Yep, this is how I die. Overstuffed from good fucking food/, Hobie thinks to himself before shrugging and opening his mouth for more anyway. /Eh, well, not a bad way to die, surrounded by good food and my hot boyfriend and his equally hot mom who are both catering to me. Could be worse/.

ok fine I'll post this too

Bruce/Clark saying “don’t let (Bruce/Clark) hear about this, he’s a (detective/investigative reporter) and he won’t let it go.” is so funny to me. like what do you mean you’re the worst about not knowing something AND your best friend is the exact same way?

Why are there so many of these ToT

fan art i drew of wally dying in a glue trap