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Dash, Violet, and Jack- Jack from The Incredibles! All grown up :3
I’m reblogging this again because god damnit I’m getting headcannons. How awesome would it be if like, 10 or 15 years after Incredible’s, these three become like the ultimate crime fighting team. Violet would be the leader, with the brains and many of the black widow style skills her mother passed down to her.Dash would be like the action man with his insane reflexes and he would totally learn to fly a jet from his mom. And then Jack-Jack is the passive quiet one but he’s seriously the most powerful in the group, but he’s happy just to follow and is super modest about being one of the most hyperpowered superhero’s ever. And Helen and Bob are there too, being as awesome as they always were. They do less field work now, getting ready to actually retire. But they’re always there to lend their kids a helping hand when they need it. I legit want a sequel with these three as the protagonists? Mixing the ordinary of young adult life with the fantastic of super heroism? Violet is going steady with that one guy from the end of the movie, Dash is totally revolving his life around superheroism and has a hard time keeping his identity secret, and Jack-Jack is dealing with being rejected in highschool for being a wimp or something and is suffering whiplash from his polar opposite double lives.
PIXAR MAKE IT HAPPEN PLEASE
NO BUT I’VE LITERALLY HAD THAT IN MY HEAD FOR YEARS AND ERE ITS VOICED THANK YOU OMFG
So, last night, I was getting ready to go out with my boyfriend to a dance at my school (which was cancelled due to lack of ticket sales) and, I had a nice black vest and a nice white shirt, and my uncle had just came home the other day from the mine (my uncle is homophobic and he has abused me many times throughout my child hood) and when I had came out of my room to show my memere how nice I looked, my uncle was in the room that i thought my grandma/memere would be in (she was downstairs doing laundry), and he asked me why I wasnt wearing a dress. my memere and dad both know that I am transgendered and they respect that, however, my uncle does not, and he did not know. so I decided to sit down and tell him the truth. he listened carefully and quietlly through all of it, but at the end of my explanation he had said, “I didn’t raise you to be fucked up.” I agreed, I am a huge mess, I have been for years, but my sexuality and gender identity is not a fuck up, so I argued with him. he got to a point where, after so many months of piece, he slapped me. and threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach, of course I had puked, and it hurt, a lot. he grabbed me by the shirt and asked me, “are you a girl”, I said no, my sex is female, but my gender is male..and he dragged me to his room. he once had a big dog, and he made that dog wear an eletrical dog collar, and weve always kept it in his room, because we dont need it (my uncle killed the dog), he threw me onto the bed and said,” ill ask you one more time, are you a girl” I said no. held grabbed my wrist, and held onto it tightly, I have a bruise from how tight he was grabbing it, and he pulled out the dog collar, threw me back onto the bed, sat on me, and put the collar on me… then he began yelling, are you a girl, you are a girl, are you a girl, you are a girl, and my response of course was no, no, no, I am male, I am male. whenever I said that, he would shock me, and it was /hell/. I was screaming, which only caused the shocks to get worse and worse, and then he said, “do you want to find out how faggots have sex!?” of course I already know this, but still I said no no no no stop stop stop. my memere had finally heard me and came rushing to the bedroom, and tried to make my uncle stop, but he pushed her down, and thanked god she was okay.. since shes very fragile and all. she then ran back to the stairs to call up my dad, and oh boy did he run. he ran up stairs and shoved my uncle away from me and started fighting with him, yelling, punching, kicking, and such so on. my memere got the collar off of me and brought me into her room, and after my dad and uncle were done fighting, my uncle had grabbed the things he needed and left, shouting a few insults at us. we called the police today, but they cant find him. we dont have money for a lawyer, all we have is a counsellor, im not going to ask for money, all I ask for is support. I dont know what this will do, but please spread this around, this has affected me and family members greatly. I was taken to a hospital today to check if there was any damage on my insides that we dont know of and thankfully there was no damage, just scarring, emotionally and physically. i had a horrifying nightmare relating to this as well. If you have abused somebody, raped somebody, insulted somebody, in any way possible, I hope this can somehow change your way of heart, and realize how much this can horrify a person, and ruin their lives. it made my life 97x worse than it already is.
The Weasley’s joke shop? Didn’t one of the owners die? I heard his brother kept it running for a year or two with some help from his younger sibling but it didn’t last. Its all rusty now, the shop. It really is sad, heard from my parents that it was the best shop there ever was.
its 20 fucking 13 can we stop pretending that online activism and general awareness campaigns “dont do anything” before i got on tumblr i was a racist sexist anti-feminist piece of garbage whos greatest understanding of any social issue was discrimination against white gay men and that trans people were “men trapped in womens bodies”
obviously something fucking right is going on so why dont you stop being pessimistic little shits.