#daniel andrews

[dadsinsuits]

Daniel Andrews

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

Listen, I know what they mean, but the way this is worded as if Daniel Andrews himself is going to come and do the surgery/treatment is making me laugh more than it should.

[twitterexile]

Sign the Petition

NO to "Maroondah hospital" (Aboriginal derived name) renamed "Queen Elizabeth II hospital"

NO to "Maroondah hospital" (Aboriginal derived name) renamed "Queen Elizabeth II hospital"

[commander-diomika]

Sign the Petition

Let Dan Andrews say "f*ck" in the daily pressers.

"I think that Dan Andrews should be allowed to say "fuck". We can all agree it has been a hard two years. He clearly wants to. He deserves it. His ASL interpreters do it with their faces already. Let him have this. I reckon it would make both him and us feel better if Dan was allowed to say fuck or even "fuckin' hell," even once per daily presser. I think he could be trusted not to overuse it and really sprinkle it in at the most opportune moment. You hear it in his tone. His responses to inane questions from Journos. I trust Dan. I bet he'll drop some zingers if he's allowed to say "fuck"." Please reblog if you agree.

[red-flag-news]

Why have police been sent in, rather than health workers? Why was the police presence the first thing to be announced without any mention of whether income support, job guarantees or care for the elderly residents would be provided? Would police ever be sent to the front door of every house in Toorak? You can bet the answer is no.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Daniel Andrews had his own Netflix show about himself and Covid 19 safety. Scott Morrison and Donald Trump openly hated this show.

[oddeyevibes]

Domestic Dimistrescu Drabbles - Hide & Seek

Summary: A drabble where you play hide & seek with your daughters: Bela, Cassandra, & Daniela.

“BELA! CASSANDRA! DANIELA!”

Your voice echoes throughout the halls of Castle Dimitrescu but there was no response. Just the distant giggles of your children that echoed quietly. They were somewhere but they were no doubt using their abilities to hide from you.

There were strays of flies lingering about, so either one of them was nearby or all of them...and you knew EXACTLY how to lure each of them out.

“BELA! CASSANDRA! DANIELA!”

Once again, no answer. Just the echoed laughter.

You smirked. “BELA! DANIELLA!” Intentionally leaving one out.

And like clockwork, “Hey!” A soft voice shouted from the ether.

Behind you a cloud of flies swarmed together creating the rambunctious Cassandra. She was tiny compared to you, a fact made even more apparent by how Cassandra looked up at you with a chubby pout, her doll made Donna clutched tightly in her hand.

“You didn’t call my name!” She cried.

At five, the girls were already showing signs of their individual personalities. Cassandra was the most hyperactive. Kids were already a handful with no powers and now you were dealing with a child that can teleport, it made everything so much worse.

“I know~” You said. You then crouched and began inching towards her with your hands in the shape of wiggly claws. “Because I knew that YOU would come out so I could gobble you up!” The last bit of the sentence, you softly lunged toward her, grabbing her and lifting her up to spin her around. She let out a manic giggle as you did so. “It’s time for dinner, your mother’s waiting for you in the dining room.”

She hopped out of your hands and ran off to the dining room where Alcina was waiting with their sippy cups filled with blood. One down, two more to go.

“You’ll never find us~” The sweet but taunting voice of who you guessed was Bela had you looking around the hall for a hint of their hiding spot. A few stray flies turning the corner caught your attention. Saying nothing, you followed.

Your next target was clear: Daniela. She had an active imagination. She was the one perched up when it came for story time of gallant knights being devoured by ferocious monsters protecting their homes.

The stray flies led you into you and Alcina’s bedroom. Since a lot of your wife’s belongings required…upsizing…there were a lot of places for a young teleporting child to hide away in. But you knew how to get Daniela. It sounded mean but she was gullible.

“Do you know what happens to little children who hide from their parents?” There was a creepy whimsy in your voice.

There was no response, the girls were determined to remain hidden.

“When they’re hidden from their parents for too long, the child-eating fairies creep out from the corners of where you’re hiding and SNATCH you up! When they grab you, you can no longer make sounds to call for your parents and they’ll take away from us...forever.”

“AHHHH!” A child’s ear piercing scream filled the bedroom as Daniela quickly crawled out from under the bed, patting herself repeatedly like the fictional fairies were bugs that were slowly creeping up on her. Once she spotted you, she ran over to you and tightly hugged your legs. “I don’t want them to take me away! I wanna stay here!”

“You do?” You asked teasingly.

“Mmhmm!” She rapidly nodded her head.

“Well, your mother and I make sure that never happens. For now, go ahead to the dining room, dinner’s ready. Cassandra’s already there.”

The third born quickly ran off to join her sister. Now with those two out of the way, it was time to find the ringleader: Bela.

You stepped out of the room and into the hallway. You turned, prepared to head the direction of the study when the sound of flies gathering behind you caught your ear.

You turned to see Bela standing behind you with her little arms crossed and her head turned up at you.

“You may have gotten my comrades through your deception but I have the dignity to know what battle’s been lost. But this war is FAR from over. You just wait until bath time. Hmph!”

She huffed and proudly walked away towards the dining room, leaving you stunned by your daughter’s statement. Shaking your head out of your shock, you trailed after her.

Your triplets were truly something else.

[readtilyoudie]

“I don’t like that look in your eyes,” Daniel said. “What are you plotting?” “You’re eventual demise,” she answered in a calm tone. “It is what keeps me sane.”

-  Once You Love a Scoundrel by Dawn Brower