Nonbinary-dinosaur7 - Nonbinary_Dinosaur

This celestial cicada is Midnight💙✨

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ever have a word stuck in your head? like having a song stuck in your head except it’s a word

archaeopteryx..

Most of the times it's phrases that get stuck in my head, not usually a singular word. I can recite the 'I was crazy once' endless speech for about as long as I want to because it was stuck in my head for quite a while. Upwards of a week? To the detriment of a friend of mine, the most recent phrase is 'what the sneef? I'm snorfin' here,' which gets grating to anyone who doesn't also have that phrase stuck in their head.

Sometimes it can be words, though. An example would be eccedentesiast, which got stuck in my head based on its meaning, which is simple someone who fakes a smile. Beyond that, it means someone who hides their plans, thoughts, opinions, everything behind a smile. Imagine a person who is always smiling, always agreeable, yet never honest. This could be someone who's playing nice on the surface while having other plans, but imagine someone who's always masking and playing nice, yet never showing their true self... would they even know who they were, at that point? How would you keep track of your own identity if it's never shown? If you've been hiding behind your facade for that long, would you ever want to find out who you are, or would you be too scared to show yourself again, afraid of what you'd find?

Anyway, archaopteryx. A fun word! I like it. The word itself is fun to say, nice to read. And it's a dinosaur, what's not to love? The name matches what it represents and it's a good word.

What is the relationship between these two. Hero and sidekick? Besties? Husbands? Proud owners of one, single brain cell? All of the above? 

I choose to believe: yes. 

Scary boyfriend privilege? No. Scary sons privilege.

Bruce who can’t go anywhere without his newly adopted ward. He follows Bruce like a sunny shadow, grin always in place.

“Dick, can I hold your hand when we cross the street?”

Dick, very sweetly, “No.”

Bruce sighs, but accepts easily. Some guy scoffs at that and asks Bruce if he’ll let his kid just talk to him like that. His kid. His heart hurts in a very good way.

He’s about to say something, but Dick interrupts him, his teeth bared full, “Weren’t you on the news for hitting an old lady with your car?”

Bruce freezing. Dick goes back to his gameboy. They hold hands when they cross the street.

It’s both scary and comforting how little he changes when he’s an adult.

Jason, on the other hand.

Although he refuses to admit it, he does follow Bruce around, too, when his dad actually has to leave the manor. It’s when Alfred says he needs sun.

“You signed a contract, sir.”

Bruce sighing, “I signed it when I was 4. In black crayon. Those don’t count.”

Damian gasped, as if discovering a vile fact, sending an accusing glare Bruce’s way. “They don’t?”

Bruce needs an excuse to haul ass fast and that’s how Jason ends up chaperoning his socially awkward, disaster of a father in his quest to pick up food.

He’s a titanic presence next to Bruce, glaring off whoever stares a little too long or too appreciatively, strong arms crossed and his eyes hard and sharp.

Bruce gently taps his bicep and he hates the way he melts. “Do you want the chicken nuggets with or without apple slices?”

“Without.”

“Jay.”

“FINE.”

Give Jason his “he asked for No pickles” moment. It has to embarrass Bruce enough to jump in traffic, thought.

Damian has his own league and none of them can really compete with it. I think, during parent’s night, he drags Bruce off to proudly showcase his gallery of portraits.

Bruce is very moved when he realizes they’re almost all him.

There’s portraits of Dick, too, and Alfred, and a comically bad one of Tim. “Damian, they’re very beautiful. Thank you.”

“I painted them with the blood of your enemies.”

“…Thank you.”

Suiting Up!