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You know, there's this cliché that teenage boys always eat massive amounts, but teenage girls really aren't that different if they're not suppressed by diet culture and body shaming. Like, I was a teenage girl who frankly just stopped bothering to fit into mainstream beauty ideals at some point, and I would regularly make myself just one big massive pot of pasta and devour it completely. This wasn't even stress eating or anything, I just genuinely needed the energy because you know, I was a teenager and my body was developing. I feel like so many teenage girls think they need to eat as little as possible to be petite and pretty, but the truth is that your body is developing just as intensely as teenage boys' bodies. Eat more, please, your body needs it.

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that's MY bestfriend, y'all

okay okay so get this. when dick tries to irritate bruce by "invading his alone, brooding time" and gets an excited papabat instead, he kind of... stops in his tracks. why? because suddenly, this man, whom he's loved and hated so much throughout his life, suddenly looks so many years younger. he looks like the first time dick had ever seen him-- hopeful, fierce and driven by the desire to make Gotham a better place. He sees bruce 20 years younger when he geared up, not with a detached, cold precision but smiling and joking with an eight-year-old orphan boy fluttering around his ankles in his new cape. he realizes suddenly how much has changed, how much time has passed. how Gotham's playboy now has a family of eight bright children who are more than just the billionaire's kids. but one thing is for sure-- they're bruce's and bruce has no idea how to display his love but loves them so fiercely that it burns him again and again. dick never talks about this with any of the other batkids but one can see, in the way dick would smile wide and soft when he talk gently with bruce, that, to him, this thing about "Pester B with All You Got" was no longer a game but a real show of his love.

If you take the time to leave comments on every single chapter of a multi-chapter fic, I can guarantee you that there's at least one author out there who thinks you are the greatest person in the history of people.

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I keep thinking of Bruce being a panicked parent at first, like yes, he gets that Dick is not a baby and doesn't need coddling but Bruce has taken responsibility for him and he wants him to feel as if somebody is caring for him like a parent. So Bruce starts thinking of ways to do so, because he doesn't want him feeling as though he's missing out. So Bruce starts doing stuff that he associates with parents. He reads bedtime stories if Dick wants. He cuts the crusts of his sandwiches. He lets Dick hold his hand when crossing the street. He teaches him how to tie his shoelaces. And Bruce thinks he's doing terribly because he can't do 'the voices', he never gets the crusts off perfectly and Alfred apparently does it better and Dick has a habit of dashing across streets while Bruce tries to hurry after him, and everybody is judging him. He admits to Alfred that he doesn't think he can parent Dick, that he isn't being a good enough parent and Alfred has to sit him down and explain that he was in the same situation over twenty years ago when Bruce was a small boy the same age as Dick is. Bruce suddenly remembers crooked imitations of smiley faces carved by Martha on Bruce's toast, of Alfred taking Bruce on trips to Gotham University to visit the library like Thomas did and Alfred often looking stressed whenever Bruce was hurt or sick and clearly wanting his mom and dad in that moment of pain and illness and Alfred not being enough.

this. this a thousand times.

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