#I'm going to go to bed now

[localplaguenurse]

pantalone girl dad headcannons? for ya girl with daddy issues? 🥺🥺🥺

I’ve had this very concept rattling around in my brain for a while, in part because of the brainstorming I did for the discontinued Helina fic. Honestly, if I do ever bring that back (do not hold me to that my beta reader WILL kill me), I think I’d just do the occasional one shot. I guess these will also sort of count as spoilers but again, not writing it, so it’s better to just get it out of my head here. Also, I do have another dad Pantalone one shot from when I first started writing that may be a nice read afterwards.

Okay, that’s my rambling quota for the day. I have headcanons to write!

Notes: Because most of this was from my discontinued dad Pantalone fic, it’s all focused purely on the father-daughter relationship. Other than that, mainly domestic fluff with a few references to Pantalone’s impoverished background.

Pantalone Being a Girl Dad

He never thought he’d be one of those “girl dads.” Not that he wouldn’t love a little girl of his own, but because he found the notion a bit silly. What difference does it make if it’s a little girl instead of a little boy?

In spite of that, the moment she’s placed in his arms and he sees her little face, he is absolutely smitten. She’s this tiny squealing thing with dull eyes and hardly any hair, and already he’s completely wrapped around her tiny wrinkly finger.

(Or technically it’s her tiny wrinkly baby fist wrapped around his finger, but that’s all semantics.)

When his daughter was a little baby, he had to stop wearing his chain so she wouldn’t yank his glasses off his face. He still wore his rings, though he made sure to wear ones that were smooth or didn’t have many stones on the off chance she started gnawing on his fingers while he wasn’t looking. He’d feel awful if she cut her little gums.

Never baby talks to his daughter. He’ll coo and hum and speak softly, but no special baby talk voice. He instead speaks to her like he would anyone else. Those two would have full on (mostly one sides) conversations where his daughter would babble incoherent baby nonsense, and he’d start yapping as if she’s made some brilliant argument.

Having a chatterbox for a father results in two things, the first being that his little girl starts talking before other babies her age, and then other is that she can and often will fall asleep in the middle of him talking to her.

Best bedtime story reader, period.

Her first word was “dada” and the way Pantalone was beaming the rest of the week, you’d think his vast fortune had doubled overnight.

Loves brushing and styling his daughter’s hair. Will braid ribbons into her hair for special occasions, or if she asks nicely and he has the time. 

Whenever she gets a new dress, she makes a big show of spinning around to show off how cute she looks. Pantalone smiles and claps every time, getting a big grin from his little girl.

I headcanon Pantalone has a rather thorough skincare routine, so I like to imagine she joins him before getting ready for bed. She doesn’t need a million lotions, creams and cleansers, goodness no, so instead she just gets a good face wash, brushes her teeth and combs her hair. It’s a good way to get her settled and ready for bed, and it’s good to teach her personal hygiene early in life so she’ll know what to do when she actually needs those cleansers.

(Plus, seeing her father covered in green goo is really funny.)

Because I also headcanon Pantalone as being prone to developing tinea veriscolor, his daughter would also have it, and in that case he rubs some tea tree oil on her skin where it would be most affected, primarily the neck and shoulder areas.

He spoils her, of course, but is very careful not to spoil her rotten. While he’d love to provide his flesh and blood with a childhood he never had– one where there is always a roof over their heads, food on the table, and all the best toys and clothes money can buy– he’s spent too much time around the snotty brats his various partners and clients have (hardly) raised and he is not tolerating that sort of behaviour from his own daughter.

While he certainly buys her the best toys and clothes he can (anything for his little princess), he works to instill a sense of value in such items, the idea that you must take care of your possessions because you may not be able to truly replace them.

He’ll leave repairing any torn or stained clothes to professional tailors, he himself will take to stitching up a ripped teddy bear or doll when his daughter brings them to him. He takes them from her before wiping away the tears in her little eyes.

Unexpected perks to being a father: using your child as an excuse to not talk to that really annoying client who hasn’t taken the seven business proposal rejections as a hint already.

They have actual tea parties. It’s their designated daddy-daughter bonding time where she gets to tell him all about school or her friends or anything remotely interesting.

Yapping is a dominant gene it would appear, though his daughter has also become a rather good listener. She’s also very good at math.

Whenever Pantalone has to travel for work, he will always bring something back for his little girl. Sometimes it’s a new toy or game, or new clothes that match the style of wherever he visits, or new kinds of candy to try. When she’s older, he might even start bringing her along if he’ll be gone for extended periods of time.

He absolutely commissioned a tiny harbinger coat for her. I will not be swayed.

That said, he isn’t always perfect. There will be times where frustration gets the better of him and he snaps at her when she is misbehaving or is pestering him when he needs to focus. The guilt is instantaneous, and gets worse when he sees tears well up in her eyes. He crouches to her level and apologizes, offering a hug as well. She’ll usually take him up on it, though he’ll respect her boundaries if she wants space, even if it does break his heart a little bit.

Sometimes his rough upbringing comes up, and it’s usually in regards to food. He’s definitely had the “when I was your age I had to eat from the trash” or “there are starving children on the streets” talk whenever his daughter was picky about food. Arlecchino happened to be visiting once when he brought it up again, and she had to explain that such talk would give her a complex regarding food.

He’ll try a different approach after that talk. Maybe it’s not so much the food, but rather how it’s prepared that is the issue, or maybe some ingredients can be substituted to create an equally nutritious but more palatable meal?

When she gets sick, he tries not to let his worry show. He knows it’s a cold, he does, and he knows that a little medicine and plenty of rest will help her, but all he can think of are the sickly children he grew up alongside and how horribly ill they were before… never mind that, it’s a cold, she’ll be fine.

At the end of the day, he only wants the absolute best for his daughter. He wants to love her the way he wishes he was loved.

He sometimes doubts if he’s truly doing a good enough job of raising her, wondering if he’s too strict at times or not strict enough, or if he’s providing for her financially but not quite meeting her emotional needs. She’ll never know about those doubts, though. He won’t let her.

Still, he must be doing something right to have such a bright daughter who never forgets to say “please” and “thank you,” who is more excited to hug her dad after a long trip than open the presents he brings her, and always tells her she loves him before she dozes off to sleep.

[ace-kaz-brekker]

All of the songs from the movie that weren't score! I included all of the songs that 1) I could find 2) actually played the recording and 3) weren't just background noise. (Please note that I have no idea which part of "Sangandongo" actually played in the movie so you get all 19 minutes of it.) I might do another playlist in the future that puts both the score and selected music in order, but that's going to take a bit more work since the score album is out of movie order as far as I can tell.

Screencap of the credits below the cut!

[foul-z-fowl]

Ya'll, we are literally living through a historical event right now

[the-jade-jester27]

BIRTHDAY TIME FUCK YEA!!!!!

[shopwitchvamp]

[captainkirkk]

I've seen multiple people attributing Canada and Australia's electoral results to reactions against Trump (among other things)

America, I'm so sorry for what you're currently going through- but we are riding high, as fucking far away from you as we can

[frownyalfred]

"Bruce trains so he can always pick up his kids" nah. Bruce trains so that he can throw his kids. sending a 225 lb missile of muscle at his enemies is much more useful than being able to cuddle them, send tweet

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's just guys night talk! Don't worry about it!

(Read Tiger Tiger and shake this man awake so he can finish that thought!)

[epiaphany]

eddie pulling out his phone to film brad and bobby

[wolfchans]

BANG CHAN ♡ MUDDY WATER STRAY KIDS 3rd FANMEETING PILOT FOR ★★★★★

[storiesofaot]

Inspired by this post:

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[teaboot]

Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".

[hashtagarting]

Oh, stardust . . .

[kettle-bird]

And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died... Woof, so, been at work on this in between comm work and college for a solid while now- the decision to draw that many hands was certainly a choice on my part- but I read, reread, and rereread @modmad's brilliant fan comic The Ascension of Thespius Green and I absolutely couldn't get it out of my head, and I knew I couldn't rest until I did art about it, hence- this!

Seriously, if you're into Great God Grove, have a passing interest in the game, or just want to cry over the song Time in a Bottle, I cannot recommend this comic (and quite frankly all of the comics Mod has made) enough.

[gammaraydeath]

the worst injury shepard received since the war ended

[consultingfujoshi]

irving wanting to touch and hold and kiss burt because he's never been loved and he wants to have that kind of love where he gets to do those things and have those things done to him but burt pushing him away and you can see irving's heart shatter in real time because he thinks that means burt doesn't love him but then he gets on that train and it dawns on him that burt has already bestowed upon him the greatest act of love he is capable of which is making him leave. he is alone because he is loved he is safe because he is loved he is sad because he is loved. burt cannot give him the tokens of love he so desperately wants but he loves him all the same. and the first time we ever see irving bathed in warm romantic pink lighting, the only real example of this colour lighting ever present in the show, he is smiling to himself at this realisation