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captainmartin20 · 3 months
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palatinewolfsblog · 4 months
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As the golden girls once put it:
"It's not easy being a mother. If it was easy, fathers would do it."
Momma Lisa (Hommage a - well you know...) .
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greendayauthority · 2 months
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iHeartRadio Music Festival, Las Vegas, 20 September 2019
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losthavenmine · 1 year
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Russell Crowe Filmography Series || Touch
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ladysophiebeckett · 2 months
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don hermes, ur days a numbered i think.
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tempo-tales · 3 months
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A little late but I want to congratulate all the Dads who have been present in their children's lives and taught them about life from different perspectivas.💐🌟
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wolfgang1097 · 3 months
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What's up, folks? It's me, Ari. I just decided to show off this particular Spy vs. Spy comic in honor of Father's Day because why not. Is it just me or does this comic seem to give off an impression that Black is great with children? That wouldn't surprise me if he actually is, on top of being a youngster himself, at heart that is, obviously. You know what I mean? Either way, I personally find this strip rather amusing and adorable at the same time, I will admit. Imagine if they made an animated short of this strip for MADtv (the 90s series) way back when (honestly, I wish they did, kind of). Anyhow, to those who have children, Happy Father's Day. Peace.
I do not claim ownership of any content at all. The Spy vs. Spy franchise and this strip in particular belong to the defunct MAD Magazine and the late, great Antonio Prohias (Happy Father's Day to him too. May he live on in the hearts of countless fans until the end of time.).
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ejzah · 3 months
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A/N: Happy Father’s Day to all my US fathers out there and a happy Sunday to everyone else.
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The Handprints of My Heart
When Kensi and Deeks first got together, she’d almost dreaded the holidays. She’d never been very good at gift giving or decorating and usually had to work through them. Five years into their marriage, and three kids later, she actually approached holidays with anticipation.
With that in mind, Kensi and Rosa had spent a good amount of time brainstorming Father’s Day presents for this year. After a lot of scrolling Amazon, Etsy, and craft sites—Rosa had given an admirable argument for getting Deeks a new puppy, but Kensi ultimately vetoed that suggestion—they had a nice collection of gift ideas.
Today, while Deeks went for his daily run, they were making Kensi’s favorite gift.
She’d picked up a large canvas and paints from the craft store for Rosa to decorate. She’d painted a large heart in the center and and the topic, the words “These Hands Hold Something Special, to the Most Loved Dad and Husband”. Surrounding the heart, the would stamp imprints of each other their hands.
It was admittedly a little cheesy, but Kensi thought Deeks would love the sentimental aspects. Not to mention, Caleb and Sophia’s six-month-old handprints preserved for eternity.
“Do you think we’ll have enough time to get it all done?” Rosa asked as she poured paint into little trays, pausing to turn and look for over her shoulder in Kensi’s direction.
Kensi adjusted her shirt, having just finished nursing Sophia. She set her on the carpet amidst a pile of soft blocks to play with Caleb.
“I think so,” Kensi decided, surveying their supplies.
“What if he comes back early?” Rosa worried at her thumbnail.
“He almost always runs for at least an and hour. And, just in case he should decide to come back early, I asked him to grab a couple things from the store. That should give us plenty of time to finish and stash it at Roberta’s.”
Nodding, Rosa scooped Caleb up, and held him over the table, placing one of his hands in a light blue paint.
“Ok, I’ve got he’s ready,” she said, holding Caleb’s arm out at an awkward angle so there was no chance for it to come in contact with the rest of his body or hers. “No, mijo, don’t grab the paint!
“Geeg!” Caleb said in protest, kicking his legs out as he made another grab for the tray of paint.
“No, you cannot cover yourself in paint,” Rosa told him with mock severity, and he giggled, grabbing a handful of her hair in his free fist. Shaking her head, Rosa carried him over to the large square of canvas on the table.
Kensi took his hand and carefully unfolded it. Somehow between the two of them, they managed to press it to the canvas without too much difficulty.
Down on the floor, Sophia made an inquiring sound, having scooted herself across the floor. She tugged insistently on Kensi’s pants.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be next,” Kensi told her, bending to caress her soft honey blonde curls before she turned her attention back to Rosa and Caleb. He was now attempting to taste his paint coated fingers . “Ok, quick do his other hand.”
They followed the same process three more times—Sophia did manage to smear blue paint through her hair. Once they’d thoroughly cleaned the twins’ hands, they each chose a different shade of blue for their own handprints.
When it was done, Kensi took a step back and surveyed the results critically. It had a definite handmade look to it and a few extra paint splatters thanks to Caleb’s efforts, but somehow that made it even better.
“It’s perfect,” she decided.
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“Mm, this is the perfect day,” Deeks sighed, brushing his nose against Sophia’s soft cheek. She made a happy little sound, and grabbed at his beard with both hands. Not to be outdone by his sister, Caleb sank his little fingers into Deeks’ hair.
Kensi and Rosa watched from the loveseat with twin smiles as the three snuggled up on one chair together.
“You know, most dads would want to go golfing or ,I don’t know, a massage or something for Father’s Day’s,” she teased.
“What, and miss out on celebrating with my four favorite people?” Deeks asked. He made a dismissive sound. “This is way better.” He tweaked Caleb’s big toe. “Am I right, kiddo?” Caleb nodded seriously in response. “Thanks for everything today. Breakfast and lunch were delicious and those surfboards ornaments are going to good use.”
“Well, there’s one more thing,” Rosa said with a grin as she retrieved a large bag from behind the loveseat.
“Another gift?” Arching an eyebrow, Deeks accepted the bag, giving it a slight shake. “Do you have any idea what this is?” He addressed that question to the twins, who giggled, somehow managing to look mischievous.
Kensi leaned forward in anticipation as he shifted the babies to free his other arm, and started pulling out the many bunches of tissue paper she and Rosa had used to cushion their masterpiece. When Deeks pulled out the canvas, his brow furrowed for a second, then almost immediately softened, and he licked his lower lip, shaking his head slightly.
When he finally looked up, his eyes were suspiciously shiny.
“Kensi, Rosa, this is beautiful,” he murmured. “Come here.”
They came at him from either side, enveloping him in a hug.
“I know it’s a little silly,” Kensi apologized, when they pulled back.
“No.” He laughed, rubbing at his eyes. “No, this is perfect. It’s going straight in my office. I love it. Thank you.”
“Happy Father’s Day,” Rosa said, kissing his temple. “From all of us.”
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A/N: Enjoy the fluff!
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dreadfuldevotee · 12 days
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having covid has forcibly bestowed upon me the time to sit and read so much fanfiction inbetween being comatose
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drunkeddiediaz · 3 months
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Pretending I didn’t see any Eddie/Chris Father’s Day posts because if I think about it for longer than 5 seconds I will burst into tears.
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reine-du-sourire · 3 months
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Bard's reaction, upon waking to Finny's screaming nightmare, is to shuffle blearily across the room, wrap the kid tightly in a blanket, scoop him up, and snuggle him back to sleep, mumbling something under his breath.
All without opening his eyes once.
It's entirely possible he hasn't actually woken up during the process.
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veedynasty · 1 year
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I lost my dad on Friday
Please share to help 🥲
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dayurno · 10 months
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jean would say he’s gonna kill himself all the time and jeremy would have to ban him from saying that. he puts jean in time out during practice for five minutes every time he hears it. he’d bring it up to kevin and kevin would be like What’s the problem why can’t he say that let him play. poor jeremy so exhausted by them…….
SORRY I'M JUST. kevin's reply is worded so fucking hilariously i can't get past it. what's the problem. why can't he say that. let him play. IT'S SO RIDICULOUSLY FUNNY. kevin: free my man he did all of that
but seriously i love the idea of jeremy (rightfully) bringing up jean's bad behavior to kevin and kevin's like well i think he's right. it's like divorced parents discussing their child misbehaving but the deadbeat dad doesn't really see a problem in little jean slamming his teammates against the wall for asking too many personal questions. i mean what else is he supposed to do here jeremy?
personally i think someone should get a picture of jean up and write I'M GOING TO TO KILL MYSELF IN FRONT OF YOU in that classic meme font. i would use that image every day. i would make it my blog header
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careerboyfriend · 3 months
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not me going on a date w a man 18 years older than me on fathers day. ummm thats a little……..👉👃
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losthavenmine · 1 year
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Russell Crowe Filmography Series || Reflection
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ethersierra · 2 years
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Does anyone else just picture Devo as this guy?
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