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Happy pride!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 ignore the thing in the top right corner.

PROPAGANDA:

[Stan]

"It would be funny if the twin of the winner won."

"He would be an amazing dad, even though at first he is gruff and a bit reckless, you can see as the series goes on, how deeply he loves and cares for the people closest to him, he would do anything for his family, and he would be the most dedicated dad out there."

"Gotta get both twins knocked up."

"why should Ford have all the fun? also Stan would be a WAY better dad than Ford."

"HED BE SUCH A SINGLE DAD I NEED HIM PREGNANT AND STRUGGLING WITH A BABY AND RAISING HER THE BEST HE CAN AND SOMETIMES FAILING BUT OVER ALL MAKING IT WORK I CAN PICTURE HIM USING HIS PREGNANT BELLY AS AN ICECREAM TABLE WHILE HE WATCHES DUCKTECTIVE AND PERIOD DRAMAS."

"He's the sexier more breedable brother to me but also I just think it'd be funny if he won the second time around since Ford won the first one :)"

Grunkle Stan propaganda from last season

[Bruce]

"He already has so many kids, its time to let him make some himself."

"He has so many kids already, he should birth one."

"He's already had so many kids come to him as pre-teens or teens, often with parents before him that he needs to "compete" with for his position as their parent, so it would be nice to have him not have that pressure for once. Also, whenever one of his partners turns out to be pregnant he tends to be very excited about it, and he's often shown to be very soft and kind to babies and small children, so it'd be nice to finally give him a baby of his own. And considering the fact that there's more than one storyline with one of Bruce's lovers being pregnant and leaving and then hiding/giving the baby away for adoption, him being the one who's pregnant would keep that from happening again. In conclusion, he's got kids, loves babies, is already a single parent, give the man a baby of his own!!"

"It's been a while since he adopted a kid, maybe his next one can be home grown."

"He's due another child. Pregnant Batman would probably have to take good care of his health."

"Just look at him. Plus, he'd be a wonderful mother."

"This guy is already a dad of like a million robins, so it's about time he made some himself."

"look at him. this man loves kids so much. he loves his kids so much, you know he wishes he could have birthed them himself. getting pregnant would fix him."

Something something themes and such... ?

Example:

As a kid, I constantly lived in fear of damaging shit in my parent's house. The walls. The floors (especially the floors. The wood was beautiful. Shiny. But so easy to scratch). The cabinets.

As a sixteen-year-old, I once took my car to the dealership after work and paid a very dear sum of $250 ($10/hr cashier salary) to fix a slight scratch in the paint because I knew if my father saw it there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that I parked far out, like I'd been taught, and someone scratched it anyway. It was my fault. I failed in my duties as a steward of my vehicle.

Every time I scratched a rim on a curb while parallel parking or got a door ding or, god forbid, didn't wash and vacuum that car every weekend, it was treated like some sort of moral failing.

Last year, when my husband and I first moved into our house, he scraped the side of our car when parking in our (Very Narrow) garage. When he told me, my first instinct was to be afraid for him. Like something terrible was going to happen to him because of this mistake. I urgently reassured him that it was okay, it was an accident, I wasn't mad. Baffled, he was like, "Yeah? I know? Like, thank you for the reassurance, but I'm only a little annoyed, I'm not upset. It's just a car." And I had to take several minutes to process that. It's...just a car.

We keep the car tidy. We maintain it. But we wash it maybe 4x a year. We only vacuum it after dirty road trips or when the dog hair starts to get annoying. It has scrapes and dings and the leather seats have stains. But that's ok. Because it's just a car.

This morning, I realized that a small rock had gotten embedded in the felt foot on one of our bar stools. Neither of us had noticed. There are now scratches on our beautiful hardwood floor. My immediate response was fear accompanied by a heavy measure of paralyzing guilt. "I'm so sorry," I told my husband, "I should have noticed. I'll figure out how to fix it, I swear. I can probably sand down that section and match the stain and--"

"Whoa, hey," he said. "It was an accident. And it's fine. Floors are going to get damaged. They're floors. We live here. There was damage in places before we even bought the house, remember? It's not a big deal. It's just a floor." Right. It's just a floor. Right.

My husband's mom is visiting and this afternoon, as I was sitting in the kitchen looking at the scratches on the floor, I offhandedly asked her if my husband had ever broken or damaged anything as a kid. "Of course," she said. Household items. A TV. A wrecked car during his teen years. I asked how she punished him.

"Why would I punish him for things like that?" she said. "They were all accidents."

My own father also had a number of rules, and probably would not go back; maybe for my mother, but not for me. I'm not him, though....

A friend has a rule that persisted for approximately 50 years: ALL pots, dishes, cutlery, etc. have to be washed, dried, and put away IMMEDIATELY after the party, never mind how late it is, how drunk everyone is, or how tired. I was in the dishwashing crew quite a few times. I do hope she has a dishwasher now.

An acquaintance was truly horrified at the thought of wearing silver and gold jewelry TOGETHER.

A friend HAS to have cream with her coffee, absolutely HAS TO, because he doesn't like milk. After running around the historic part of Quito trying to find it for her (no, it's not widely available, no she can't run herself, because, language) she's not invited back unless with her own supply of the fucking cream in tiny containers.