#AND DADS

[doodle-bun-makes]

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CALLED

IT

[starry-nights-17]

So I'm at home sick at the minute. Thinking about starting a new multi chapter fic, which inspired this drabble. But my heads not up for writing more than 100 words right now 😂👍 Anyway, hopefully you guys like it. No. 2 for this weeks prompt, "Real estate". @suzy-queued @galladrabbles ❤

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Can't believe this is actually happening".

Ian's voice wobbled and cracked with emotion. As much as Mickey appreciated his strong and unwavering spirit, he equally adored his husband's mushy and sentimental side too.

And he was right. Never in his wildest dreams would Mickey have ever pictured this, standing in the living room of their own home, paid for with honest money.

"Uncle Ian, can I pick out my room now?"

Mickey felt his heart melt a little, as Franny slipped her tiny hand into Ian's.

"Course you can sweeheart".

Ian smiled, stretching out his other hand, "You coming Mick?"

[bashbabyy]

not assuming ive been missed BUT i’ve been insanely inactive d/t life being increeedibly overwhelming. dont recommend working full time as a social worker, grad school, and TAing at the same time. i’m hoping to be more active again after the semesters end here soon. i see the light at the end of the tunnel, for now at least lol. anyway. thts my dumb update.

[nancyheart11]

It has been decided!

As I recover from Write a thon later today the blorbos will be in charge of the blog, wish them luck it'll be their first time :)

[atrophicgardenia]

@alureon25 needs to know what my type is for reasons and i don't know how to answer her.

[blackbat05]

Not me realizing I can actually watch Jannik’s sf match with Stef but the fear of switching on the tv is real after previous QF match.

I think I can understand where Jannik’s mom is coming from because wow the STRESS.

[deathtokillian]

10/10 dad joke

[wishfulsketching]

Silco and his terror of a daughter

[xiaq]

Absolutely wild to me how sometimes you don't even realize the way you'd been taught to perceive things as a kid was kinda fucked up, actually, until decades later.

Example:

As a kid, I constantly lived in fear of damaging shit in my parent's house. The walls. The floors (especially the floors. The wood was beautiful. Shiny. But so easy to scratch). The cabinets.

As a sixteen-year-old, I once took my car to the dealership after work and paid a very dear sum of $250 ($10/hr cashier salary) to fix a slight scratch in the paint because I knew if my father saw it there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that I parked far out, like I'd been taught, and someone scratched it anyway. It was my fault. I failed in my duties as a steward of my vehicle.

Every time I scratched a rim on a curb while parallel parking or got a door ding or, god forbid, didn't wash and vacuum that car every weekend, it was treated like some sort of moral failing.

Last year, when my husband and I first moved into our house, he scraped the side of our car when parking in our (Very Narrow) garage. When he told me, my first instinct was to be afraid for him. Like something terrible was going to happen to him because of this mistake. I urgently reassured him that it was okay, it was an accident, I wasn't mad. Baffled, he was like, "Yeah? I know? Like, thank you for the reassurance, but I'm only a little annoyed, I'm not upset. It's just a car." And I had to take several minutes to process that. It's...just a car.

We keep the car tidy. We maintain it. But we wash it maybe 4x a year. We only vacuum it after dirty road trips or when the dog hair starts to get annoying. It has scrapes and dings and the leather seats have stains. But that's ok. Because it's just a car.

This morning, I realized that a small rock had gotten embedded in the felt foot on one of our bar stools. Neither of us had noticed. There are now scratches on our beautiful hardwood floor. My immediate response was fear accompanied by a heavy measure of paralyzing guilt. "I'm so sorry," I told my husband, "I should have noticed. I'll figure out how to fix it, I swear. I can probably sand down that section and match the stain and--"

"Whoa, hey," he said. "It was an accident. And it's fine. Floors are going to get damaged. They're floors. We live here. There was damage in places before we even bought the house, remember? It's not a big deal. It's just a floor." Right. It's just a floor. Right.

My husband's mom is visiting and this afternoon, as I was sitting in the kitchen looking at the scratches on the floor, I offhandedly asked her if my husband had ever broken or damaged anything as a kid. "Of course," she said. Household items. A TV. A wrecked car during his teen years. I asked how she punished him.

"Why would I punish him for things like that?" she said. "They were all accidents."

Right. Of course. Right.

[sorairoknife]

my dad got a clear phonecase for himself so I let him have one of my pokemon cards to put inside it, and after making me explain what each pokemon did and was he picked a basic lightning energy card. dramatical murder cg unrelated

[mikelogan]

told my parents robert de niro's daughter came out as trans and he's being cool and supportive and my dad, in a terrible robert de niro impression, says, "you talkin' to they/them?" which like. not entirely accurate but he got the spirit lol

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[theprairienerdtoo]

My father passed away last week so in his honor I am paying Tumblr to force strangers to look at a photo of him wearing his “chinmail” (my chain mail necklace I got a ren fair)