i think it's so cute how croatians love manuel neuer because he loves croatia. he's been vacationing here for years, he listens to croatian music, he can speak some croatian, ...
Rachel, Hudson, Robbie, Evan, (possibly) Jacob, (possibly) Bradley, and (possibly) Ksenia being in NYC for Connor on SNL oh I love this little family so much
Why did he think it was a good idea for his partner and his best friend to meet? Why do they have to get along so well? Why do they find joy in his suffering?
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It started the very first time you met. You were all hanging out outside a 7/11 and Jon groaned in pain, clutching his head having drank too much slushie too fast.
Damian tsks his friend and you laugh, quickly giving yourself a brain freeze just seconds later in a strange show of solidarity.
The Son of Batman just sat there, wondering how he ended up sitting between two groaning idiots on a dirty pavement drinking brightly coloured syrup.
"What's the matter, Dames? Are you too scared?"
He side eyes Jon, "Why would I do that to myself on purpose? I hardly even enjoy this dyed sugar ice concoction."
"It's okay if you don't want to." Your concern is plainly an act and Jon quickly joins in, "Yeah, not everyone can handle it. Obviously I don't have a problem cus I'm half Kryptonian and all."
You pat your boyfriend on the back, "I still think you're cool, Dami-."
"Oh, will you both shut up!"
He sucks on the straw of his strawberry slushie and you both laugh your asses off when he clutches his head and groans in pain just like the two idiots next to him.
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Damian would never make a tiktok on purpose but he was eventually convinced to make an account because you and Jon wanted to send him "really cool and funny and cute videos!"
This was a lie as most of the videos you both send him are completely nonsensical memes and Robin fancams with shaky civilian footage of him grappling over Gotham with Twice blasting and pink hearts everywhere.
He still watches every single one you both send him.
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"C'mon eat it."
"Don't be a chicken."
Damian looks at the ghost pepper you two slid in the middle of his kitchen counter.
"There is no point in eating that just to prove something to you fools."
You and Jon huddle closer to whisper to each other, definitely loud enough for him to hear.
"Oh my god, he can't eat it."
"That's fair, I'd be scared too."
"I mean, I know I would never be able to handle it but I thought he could."
"He's only human, you can't put him up on a pedestal like that. It'll stress him out."
You both nod solemnly and turn back to a scowling Damian, steam practically pouring out of his ears.
"That's okay, we know you're brave and strong in other ways."
"It's just a stupid pepper. No biggie."
As you slide the plate away from him, he swipes the red fruit and before you can even react, he pops it in his mouth.
"You're both insufferable. You know I've endured torture more-" A small cough interrupts him. You and Jon both run to the fridge looking for milk and ice, shouting and panicking.
Minutes later, Damian clutches the counter, puffing and coughing, eyes a little watery. He's actually handling it really well all things considered. This doesn't stop you both from overreacting.
"What have we done!?"
"We're terrible! Hasn't he been through enough!?"
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Damian better hope he doesn't accidentally say something a little too richy rich boy because you two will catch it.
"The thieves only stole a few million-"
"Ah! Only a few million! How quaint."
"Why do we even have to look for it if it's just a few million?"
Just one slip of the tongue and it's so over for him for at least the next ten minutes:
"The caviar was terrible too."
"Oh! Apologies My Lord, did the caviar not suit your refined palette?"
"Perhaps the lobster was too buttery and the scones too creamy?"
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Sometimes when he's mad, you both will crowd either side of him and give him a big, wet, cartoonish kiss on both cheeks. Sometimes it replaces his anger with embarrassment, blowing smoke out his nose and wiping his hot cheeks. Sometimes it just makes him even more mad, stomping away with steam coming out his ears.
i hope Oscar will go back to Australia for the holidays and he will be surrounded by nothing but love and support. i hope he'll be able to rest and put this behind him, knowing that he did his absolute best and fought until the very last lap. i hope he knows people are still so so proud of him and that we will cheer him on next year even harder than we did this year. i hope he knows this is just the beginning and he'll have many world championships in the future.
