#†. FATHER

[tom-lehrers-wife]

I’ve come out of hiding to inform you all that my favourite holiday is nye, our dear sweet Lehrer is 97 tomorrow, in honour of him I’ve started to insult my family members and friends relentlessly.

[s0m3th1ngkc]

Uhhh… *inserts rlly old art bc I’m dying and procrastinating abt everything* (This was for a past event)

[morallyrainyday]

happy father's day to palestinian fathers. happy father's to palestinian grandfathers. happy father's day to palestinian fathers who have lost children. happy father's day to palestinians who have lost their fathers. happy father's day to palestinian fathers older than israel itself. happy fathers day to palestinian fathers forgotten by the media. happy fathers day to fathers living in the gaza strip and west bank, and to fathers that have escaped palestine.

happy father's day to all palestinian fathers. you are not weak or any less of a man for struggling or showing emotion. you are some of the bravest men out there. 🇵🇸✊❤

[cherryredstarz]

Little Dove

A/n: Sylus is such a girl dad 🥺🥺I tried to mirror this similarly to Little Apple for consistency, lemme know if I should do this for the other lads boys

Cw: pregnancy, cute baby, fluffy dad Sylus

You’re pregnant.

Your periods a month late, and you were worried how you’d tell Sylus; not that you didn’t want to have a baby—his baby no less, but it wasn’t exactly planned.

The twenty eight year old was absolutely thrilled when you showed him three positive pregnancy tests (he’d been determined to knock his girl up). Sylus will take care of your every need and desire, leaving no room for wish or want in your heart—cooking healthy meals for you and the baby, flying in foreign snacks you’re craving, and many, many back massages.

You’d never seen the stoic leader of Onychinus so happy. He was going to be a daddy. And when you went to your ultrasound appointment and learned you were having a little baby girl, Sylus was over the damn moon. A mini-you. A tiny little girl with your eyes and hair, your nose, your smile, everything.

Sylus had everything prepared for the nursery—he’d painted the walls a soothing blue himself, contrary to his usual red, as you painted little stars and flowers on the walls to imitate wallpaper. He’d ordered traditional wooden furniture, and you watched from the couch as he put it all together instead of having it premade. He’d take you shopping for baby clothes and baby toys, giving you his black card and telling you to go wild. After all, your baby deserved to be spoiled.

He’s had a hospital bag packed and ready to go the month you shared your pregnancy—not that you’d be going to a hospital; he’d flown in a team of highly certified and competent physicians (he’d kill them all if anything happened to you or your baby) for the last month of your pregnancy.

As soon as you go into labor, Sylus will call in the physicians and make you as comfortable as possible. Surprisingly, you have a very easy birth. Don’t get it wrong—it still hurt, but you had no tearing or complications. When the head physician gently placed your tiny girl on your chest—only seven pounds, you began to cry. Sylus was worried at first, until he realized they were happy tears, and relaxed.

It was your baby—you and the love of your life just had a baby together. Your tiny family was utterly perfect.

Sylus is a doting father and husband—constantly taking care of your little one so you can fully rest and recover. He’ll stay up with you during feedings in the middle of the night (man has no sleep schedule), rubbing your back and whispering sweet words of encouragement. He’ll feed your little one breast milk from bottles during the day as you nap or take time to yourself, finding that sparkle in yourself again.

His tiny girl, his Little Dove, is just dozing against his chest. Her tiny eyes are squeezed shut, her little lips in a firm pout. Funnily enough, she came out looking just like him: little white fluff (albeit curly like your own), and red doe eyes. It was almost as if your genes didn’t even try to compete—but she has your nose and eyebrow shape. A perfect mixture of both him and you.

His Little Dove coos softly, her tiny hands trying to clench on his shirt, her little feet kicking a little. Sylus will soothingly stroke her tiny back, and gently kiss her tiny forehead.

His Little Dove.

[writersdrug]

PLEASE

Price falling asleep in a chair at the store while you pick out a dress for a bridal shower. He looks stiff and uncomfortable, but he's sawing logs peacefully (well, peaceful for him, anyways), holding a bag with the shoes you just bought, squeezing it tight to his chest like a pillow. Wakes up with a snort when you find him and gently shake his shoulder: "Good grief, John, I thought they were doing construction over here."

[theartlockerlocked]

[incognitopolls]

If your father has passed away, answer based on how your relationship was while he was alive.

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[dionysian-mystery]

How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?

Visions of Excess by Georges Bataille / An Oresteia by Anne Carson / Art by Scott Donaldson (@/underwaterlad on ig) / Art by Anthony Cudahy / YOUR FATHER MY FATHER by Mal Fawzy / Quote from Ash by Tracy K. Smith / Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk / Dearth by Deborah Stevenson / Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

[tutunare]

Arlecchino comic I posted on Twitter, decided to post it here only when it was complete. Enjoy. I sobbed while making this.

I want family [sobbing]

[theonion]

[dorrance30]

The Holy Spirit.

[blondebrainpowered]

Peanuts - March 12, 1959

By Charles Schulz

[czzn]

[k4rpuz]