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DnDads Kids
DnDads Kids

guess which kid is which except psych I accidentally made it really easy!
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If you try to tell me that Hermie’s name is Herman. You’re wrong. You’re very wrong. His name is Hermes. Anthony I will fight you on this.
Gonna be honest with y’all
I have absolutely been imagining Hermie as just a jokerized-color-palette version of Tobey from Word Girl
Just wanted to let everyone know that my main account is usually undercover-grisha, not this one anymore. So if this account followed you, just know it’s probably undercover-grisha 😊
“Who’s gonna tell Ford abt 9/11?”
Who’s gonna tell Ford about Pluto?
who’s gonna tell Ford that the one planet in the galaxy that looks a little bit different than the other planets was demoted to a different type of classification entirely?
No one better fucking tell that old man
The way that people get SO upset with Snow because she “never really accepted Emma” and only wanted a baby makes me SO INCREDIBLY ANGRY. The woman had an INCREDIBLY traumatic birth in a period with no pain meds and a high possibility of her dying, and then her husband was stabbed in front of her while in the middle of labor, I don’t even think her placenta exited her body, and then she was placed under a curse for twenty-eight years.
Snow was in post-partum for TWENTY. EIGHT. YEARS. And she didn’t even fucking know it. She could feel she was missing something, just as David could feel that stab wound. Do you ever think she woke up in the morning with just the most gut wrenching pains imaginable, unable to classify what they are, and then had to just continue her day because she was still contracting but didn’t even know it?
If you’ve ever had that dream where you’re a parent and it feels just so real, imagine that every night for twenty eight fucking years, but you can never even quench that urge because you aren’t married and you don’t have any children and you have to be happy and smiling every single day because that’s what everyone expects.
So yeah, I’m not going to blame the grieving mother for wanting a baby. Her body physically knows no other way to be.