Here, Have Some Batfam Actually Calling Each Other Family For Your Day

Here, have some Batfam actually calling each other family for your day😭💖

“There’s goodness in the heart of every broken man who comes right up to the edge of losing everything he had.”

I wanna tell you guys a story,

Not too long ago, my friend Bella came out as aromantic to me, and now I’ve got some things to say.

I was the one who told her what aromantic means, because I was explaining different sexual orientations to her. I remember saying, “Asexualiy is when you have romantic attraction, but no sexual attraction.”

Bella immedently, without missing a beat, asked, “Is there an opposite to that?”

I asked what she meant, and she asked if there was a term for sexual attraction but no romantic attraction. I told her about aromantics. She got weirdly quiet, then excused herself.

Not two weeks later I was heading to my boat. I was supposed to meet Bella and another one of our muteral friends there for a day of fishing.

As soon as I was in earshot, I saw Bella storming off the boat, and our other friend standing there like an idiot. Boi had no idea what was happening.

Anyway, Bella isn’t looking where she’s going and walks smack dab into me. That’s when I realized she was crying. Puffy red eyes, wet cheeks, the whole nine yards… And if you know anything about Bells, she does not cry. Ever.

She’s been through some serious crap in her life, and she does not cry. She’s tough as nails. Bella has a steel core. She does not not cry. I’ve seen her fall off a roof and break her arm before, not a single tear. I can’t stress this enough, Bella. Doesn’t. Cry.

So seeing her in tears shook me. I took her by the shoulders and escorted her somewhere more private where we could talk. We ended up in the women’s restroom, which was weird as fuck for me, because haven’t been in a woman’s rest room for years. Luckily it was empty, and I’m realistic, I know I don’t pass so well, so I don’t think anyone would have said anything anyway.

Before I can even ask her what’s wrong she hugs me around my middle and burys her face in my hoodie. Then, in a voice I can only describe as traumatized, she says, “I think I’m broken.”

I’ve never seen her in so much pain, and Bella and I are CLOSE. She’s one of my dearest friends. She’s like my little sister, but if she’s like my sister, our other muteral friend is like her twin. He and Bella have know each other WAY longer, they’re practically inseparable. They come as a pair. They’re a duo. They’re a package deal.

Appearently, said muteral friend asked Bella out and forcefully kissed her. She shoved him off, and told him she’s aromantic, which she only recently figured out. She wasn’t ready to be out, but this muteral friend left her no choice. She tried telling him no, and he didn’t listen. Bella saw no other option.

Quote on quote, this is what he said to Bella. “That’s okay. You just haven’t dated me yet. We’ve been like, unofficially together for years. You’re probably just freaked out that it’s finally going somewhere.”

After that I’m not 100% clear on what happened, but apparently Bella kept saying no Nd trying to explain herself, but he kept insisting he could ‘fix her.’

Eventudally she started crying and stormed away. That’s when I found her.

Keep in mind, this was her first experience coming out, and her best, closest friend insisted he could fix her and forcefully kissed her. I found out later he also implied corrective rape would ‘solve the problem.’

Bella was traumatized. She’s still traumatized. I tried to make her feel better by buying her an aro pride shirt, and taking her go a local LGBTQ+ hang out. I wanted her to be around like minded people, so she could see she wasn’t broken, and her identity deserved to be respected.

Instead of a warm, welcoming environment… The first thing someone said to her was, “This place is for REAL lgbt people. You don’t belong here.” He also implied she wasn’t human.

Just think about that for a minute. Her first experiences with being an out aromantic have been limited to;

A person she trusted more than anyone forcing himself upon her, claiming she was ill, and needed to be fixed. (Raped.)

Sobbing in my arms in the women’s restroom because she thought she was broken and defective.

Being told she wasn’t welcomed in LGBTQ+ spaces and called inhuman.

This isn’t what I want for her. Bella deserves better than this. She needs a support system, not all this crap. I’ve spent the past week trying to undo all the damage exclusionists, arophobes, and people she trusted did.

Aromantics and asexuals belong in the LGBTQ+ community. You literally cannot change my mind.

Observe this rare trading card I got for $1.57!

We stan Jaster Mereel, Mandalore the Reformer on this blog. We also ignore great swathes of canon around here!

Now! Even though Jaster is now only canon in Boba's chain code and listed as mentor, I wish to direct your attention to the back of this card.

"He also raises an orphaned farmer's son, Jango Fett, as his own." AS. HIS. OWN.

I don't know what that means to you, but my dude, that reads as Jaster raised Jango as his own son. Jaster was his father.

So! Fanfic writers, while we all chose to write differently and all sorts of different plots, let others have their headcanons in peace. Educating people about actually harmful words is good.

But Jas'buir used to be canon and I'm sticking to it! Also most of us write Jaster a lot softer than he is in canon and yanno? I like it. I do enjoy giving him more ruthless moments though, usually against his enemies.

(Disclaimer: I hate the whitewashing and kriffed up faces in the Open Seasons comics. All Fetts are round-featured and darker skinned in my fics. I even got the Bad Batch their melanin back, since I was pressured into adding them to my fic.)

[Image Descriptions]

Top picture - A trading card of Jaster Mereel from Star Wars Legends in a plastic sleeve encased in a thicker protective plastic sleeve. It's got a picture of Jaster from the Open Seasons comic firing at someone in the field at the Fett Homestead where Death Watch had chased the True Mandalorians to. Cut out at the right edge is his left hand holding onto a terrified Jango's arm. You can barely see the arm and some hair. Captioned: Jaster Mereel, with Mandalorian underneath it.

Bottom picture - Jaster's stats, which are all really high except for Force Power. The bio reads (and I'm going to fix the mispellings tyvm)

"Born on the Outer Rim world of Concord Dawn, Jaster Mereel is a law enforcer who staunchly believes in justice and fair play. Accomplished as a soldier, he goes on to become the leader of all Mandalorian clans, reforming the volatile thieves into honorable mercenaries. Mereel is opposed by the splinter group Death Watch and its leader Tor Vizsla. He also raises an orphaned farmer's son, Jango Fett, as his own. In 52 BBY, Jaster Mereel is betrayed by second-in-commant Montross and slain by rival Vizsla."

this was me the entirety of the prequels,, Palpatine would say something or anakin would do something and i'd just 🧍‍♀️😃✌

dramatic irony enjoyers when they know something the characters dont

AWWWWW

Pest Control

Soft wolfpack for loving @ct7567329 . Thank you for being so amazing babes <3 Word Count: aprox 750 “Look at how cute he is! We can’t just set him back in the streets!” “Boost, this is a barrack. That is a Tooka-kitten. Where is it going to sleep?” Sinker rubs his hands over his forehead. “With me of course!” Boost responds, scratching the sleeping ball of fur curled up in his lap. “Unless you want him sometimes to.” Sinker just shakes his head. “But, Snapper is really soft.” Boost continues. The other trooper chuckles. “Snapper? You want to keep the little guy and that the best you could come up with for a name?” “Hey it fits him just nicely! You should have seen how many times he snapped at Comet when we were trying to catch him. He’s going to have scars” Boosts looks down proudly. “Already a perfect fit for the Pack don’t ya think?”

Sinker leans against the wall of the barrack and sighs. “Vod, we go through this every time. How are you going to feed it? Who is going to watch it on our campaigns? You can’t just let him roam free when we are gone. What if he scratches things up?” Boost just waves at him dismissively. “Ah we will figure it out! You don’t think half the boys wouldn’t fall in love with this face the moment they saw Snapper.” He picks up the tooka kitten, turning it toward Sinker. “Look at the sweet little eyes Boo. Look at them straight and tell him he has to go back.” “Alright. Sorry Snapper. You have to go back” “You weren’t looking in his eyes!” “Do I really have to?” “To prove you are the heartless monster you are trying to be, yes.”

Sinker sighs, taking Snapper from Boost. “Okay look.” He looks into the sleepy, slightly confused eyes of the tooka. “As cute as you are little guy, you can’t stay here with us. It’s just too much, chaotic as it is. You wouldn’t sleep well. And Warthog- he is one of our other vode- tends to make a bunch of racket.” He smiles and sits, placing the kitten back in Boosts lap before giving him a scratch behind the ear. “Hey! He is pretty soft.” He chuckles, Snappers head just rubbing against his hand. “See! I told you! Can we keep him please? If the others agree.”  “The others might agree. But you know I won’t.” A rough voice from behind them said. “Oh! Commander we were just-” Commander Wolffe held up his hand. “I know what you boys were doing. And you know the answer already.” Both men were silent, watching Snapper play with a loose string from the blanket he was wrapped up in. “Sir we can’t just leave him out on the street somewhere.” Boost pleads. “He’s just a baby.” “Yeah and soft. Feel hi-” Wolffe just stretches his hands out to take the kitten. “I’ll take him then.” Boost and Sinker share looks, before gently wrapping up the kitten and placing him in the Commanders outstretched arms. “Be careful with him sir.” Boost says. “He’s just a little guy.” Wolffe nods, leaving the barracks with the little bundle. Wolffe makes his ways up the streets of Coruscant. “Those two I swear.” He says to Snapper, who looks back at him curiously. “If I had a droid for every time they tried bringing one of you little hairballs into the barracks to keep, we’d have army three times the sizes of the Seppies.” Snapper just tilts his head. “I mean, not that I am against having pets. But it’s the rules.” He continues, “the GAR has these for a reason, right?” He stops and gives his traveling companion a scratch. “Man you are soft.” He smiles. Snapper meows in response, pawing at the Commanders hand. “You know, we have been having a bit of a rodent problem in the barracks lately.” Wolffe says. “Having someone like you around would be valuable.” He looks around. “I mean, much better for you there anyways. These alleyways look terrible. Maybe I can eventually petition with the general to have useful Tookas in the barracks, strictly for pest control of course.” He rubs Snappers tummy. “Until then its the streets for you I’m afraid.” Snapper just stares. “Don’t look at me like that. Its really not up to me” Meow Wolffe is silent for a moment before rolling his eyes, turning to head back to the barracks. “Okay fine. But just for the night. You’re out first thing tomorrow.” Purrrrrr “Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.”