I always wonder whose babies they use for these shots, and babies on tv in general. That is definitely a real baby, and it is amazingly chill about being held by some stranger. I know “baby actors” are a thing but like…where do you find babies this chill?
This woman behind me at the doctor’s office has now said at least five times that her 9-month-old baby is “a flirt” and how he “flirts with all the ladies”.
Yes, this babbling infant who is currently being amused by car keys and mouth smacking noises is a master at romance and is certainly not just cooing at anyone who comes into his still-limited visual range because that is literally the only thing he knows how to do.
the thing that makes me the angriest about this bullshit
and it is bullshit, just the most patented, reeking bullshit imaginable
is that the justification i always hear when people are called out on this jackassery is that ‘well, he gets so much more excited to see ladies than men’ and it’s like – do you really not
are you really so fucking stupid that you don’t realize the reason for that? that women are allowed, it’s socially acceptable for strange women to fawn over other people’s babies. it’s practically expected. Of course your infant responds more often to the attention of strange women – because that’s the attention he is used to getting, you absolute waffle.
like, men getting all excited and curious about strange babies tends to be seen as suspect, because we as a species have fucking failed at developing as society. Your baby doesn’t respond as often to men because he’s not exposed to them as often or in the same way.
stop sexualizing your fucking infants you absolute knobs.
She wriggles in her blankets, her tiny fists clutching onto his sleeve, and Cas’s heart lurches at the feeling of finally having her and holding her. He looks down at her round, freckled face as she huffs and gurgles at him, and only realises that he’s smiling when his cheeks start to ache.
Dean walks over, laying a gentle hand on Cas’s waist, his heart melting at the sight of the tiny girl staring up at her new daddy.
“Thought of a name yet?” Dean asks, rubbing his thumb back and forth on Cas’s shirt.
Cas shakes his head, still staring at the bundle in his arms.
“We sticking with ‘slime-monster’, then?” Dean grins, tenderly nudging the knuckle of his finger to the girl’s cheek.
“I think ‘baby’ will do for now,” Cas nods, then leans down to kiss the soft skin of her cheek. She squirms under his touch, but her hand still holds tight to his shirt, and Cas feels Dean press his own kiss to the crown of his head.
Cas thinks he hears a whispered ‘love you’, and smiles, thinking of everything that’s to come.
