#The best Father and Son!

[afterlife-2004]

[yuukirita]

We can have both! Horn Bee- AND puppy bee. Solution? make em move.

Also Optimus Prime's lil antenna things move as well because I want to.

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[pucksandpower]

No better way to mark their home race than a Leclerc family front row lockout for the Monaco Grand Prix.

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

New dad Astarion who is about to see his newborn child for the first time.

Of course, he expects his child to be the personification of serene beauty and divine grace. Them to have their father’s silken silvern locks, his immaculately chiselled features—the artwork perfected by Tav’s wonderful watercolour eyes…

And then he actually sees the child and—well—everybody assures him that, yes, Astarion, all babies look like that barely a half hour after birth…

He kind of has to take that at face value because he hasn’t seen an awful lot of newborns in his lifetime.

But it would’ve been nice if someone had told him that newborns happen to look like shrivelled potatoes, because he’s really, really trying to not let his bewilderment show. 

Astarion swallows. 

Tav’s beautiful eyes are watching him, waiting for a reaction—an enthusiastic one, no less. 

Maybe Tav will believe that he’s overcome with emotions at seeing his firstborn child? 

“Oh my, darling, I’m…speechless,” is all he can choke out, though, being rather proud that it’s at least not a lie. 

To his luck, Tav only nods dreamily, her full attention back on the odd little bundle in her arms.

“Isn’t she perfect?”

Yes, perfectly hideous. 

Astarion only hums in a way of reply.

That—his daughter, he supposes—is with no doubt one of the ugliest things he’s ever seen, but he has a feeling that his honesty wouldn’t be appreciated after Tav laboured for hours to give birth to this…potato-baby.

“Come, hold her, Astarion,” Tav says, then, bidding him to sit next to her on the bed.

The mattress shifts under Astarion’s weight and he obediently holds his arms out so that Tav can gently place the sleeping child against his chest.

Now that Astarion can take a better look, he can confirm that his daughter’s hair is of an indefinable colour and that her features are neither his nor Tav’s, plain as can be. Surely it won’t stay like that?

He and Tav are so ridiculously beautiful, their child can only be drop-dead gorgeous, right?

Astarion’s stomach drops indeed when, suddenly, something occurs to him. 

Oh dear, what if it’s his fault? He has no recollection of his family whatsoever; it’s very much possible that he and his immaculate looks are the exception in his lineage, and that he’s passed on only those mysterious less-than-perfect genes…Tav, as per usual, can’t be the issue!

Astarion is still catastrophizing when the bundle in his arms begins to stir.

All of a sudden, gold-speckled pale green eyes are looking up at him as if to ask what the fuck this weirdo’s problem might be. 

“Oh,” the weirdo in question exclaims at once. “Darling, look, she has your eyes!”

Tav, hugging him from behind, rests her chin on his shoulder, so she can watch as Astarion’s finger tenderly strokes their baby’s chubby cheek.

Their daughter also has, as it turns out, ten fingers and toes, a cute little nose and a hungry mouth—everything that’s supposed to be there is there, and it seems to be working fine, too—which is a huge relief. 

And aren’t those the tiniest pointy ears Astarion has ever seen? Let alone the unexpectedly strong fingers grasping at his!

Astarion, worries forgotten in a heartbeat, can’t help but smile at the baby in his arms. 

She is perfect, after all. 

Tav, face hidden in the crook of his neck, begins to tremble against his back. 

For a second, Astarion thinks she’s crying but then her laughter fills the chamber. It takes her a good moment to articulate whatever it is she finds so very funny.

“She'll grow out of it, you know?” Tav giggles in between her fits of laughter. 

Astarion stiffens. “Of what?”

“The turnip look. That’s what you’ve been worrying about the whole time, haven't you?”

“I was leaning more towards potatoes—but yes, I might’ve been a little worried about that,” Astarion admits sheepishly, although a grin is already tugging at his lips.  

Regaining her composure, Tav reaches over Astarion’s shoulder, her hand joining his as they get to know their child.

“Give it a couple of days and she will look like your proper little elf—beautiful just like her father.”

A content sigh leaves Astarion’s lips, right before he presses them against Tav’s temple.

“That’s the second best news I’ve heard today, my heart, truly.”

[wide-eyedbrowns]

homelander trying to give ryan everything HE has ever wanted when he was just a lab rat, when ryan already has the one thing that homelander needed: a mother

[insane-in-the-membranee]

I can forgive my father for all his wrongs against me, if only he had treated my mother differently. It is an echo, of what my mother says, "He may not be a good husband, but he is a good father." How do I tell her that one cannot exist without the other? He will never be a good father. He is not good to my mother.

—Reva

[taolaoo]

Hosea and Arthur's relationship is very dear to me. So so so father son coded. They are literally father and son. A funny, theatrical and charismatic father and his grumpy strong and equally theatrical son. I'm sure Hosea deserves a lot of the credit for how Arthur turned out in the end. They're alike. Like damn, they are so much alike. Not in looks, but they don't have to be. Because you don't have to be bound by blood to see the world the same way.

It will always warm my heart that Arthur himself admits that he always liked Hosea much more. When I first found out about it, I had no thoughts other than, yeah, it just feels right. It's the way it should be. It couldn't be otherwise. He was Hosea's son from the start and he continued to be Hosea's son until the very end.

Dutch van der Linde you don't belong here.

[chronicowboy]

one thing i think is missing from the show atm is how well they used to do the calls that would resonate with the main characters and influence their decision making in that episode. and it's not like they've forgotten how to do it because they did it with chimney and the brothers in the well call (if a little heavy-handed). it's more like. idk. because the synopsis for confessions said something about the divorce call opening up old wounds and we, rightfully so, thought it was going to spur eddie into dissecting the reality of his relationship with shannon and finally coming to terms with it and then it was just a silly ha-ha he sneezed his guts out LOL call where the old wounds were his and his wife's which. is just such wasted potential. and it's just. they're missing so many opportunities where they could have used calls to further the story or they chose the wrong story to further (looking at you hotshots plot) and idk it's so frustrating and i'm hoping the midseason finale car crash disaster will maybe lean into that with all the different victims. but yeah. it's just such a missed opportunity.

[daryslaytonramblings]

if this doesn't happen in nwos i will personally kick down level 5's door and steal their fridge

[lucksea]

havent decided how i want the introduction to go yet but i imagine it would roughly be one of these two

[nadjaraspberry]

“… and then when i’m while away, i’ll write home everyday, and i’ll send all my loving to you.. i’ll pretend that i’m kissing, the cheeks that i’m missing, and hope that my dreams will come true..”

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Wu trained Morro at the same time that Garmadon was training with Chen which MEANS that Misako was around to see what the pressure of wanting and training to be the Green Ninja could lead to.

So later when she had Lloyd and KNEW that he would be the legendary Green Ninja, do you think she thought of the child Wu had once trained? The kid who became so obsessed with proving himself that he put himself in danger time and time again? The little boy who ran off into the night and never came back?

After seeing that, is it any wonder why she didn't want to leave her son-- the actual Green Ninja-- to be trained by Wu at such a young age?

Maybe a boarding school for bad boys would never make him want to be a hero. Maybe it would keep him safe from the destructive power of destiny. Maybe Darkley's was the only way to save her beloved son, Lloyd Garmadon, from himself.

Maybe Misako remembered Morro. And maybe, just maybe, she knew it would be best if her son never turned into someone like that.

[koldefingre]

They are so not father son in the way that they so are father son. Yk?

[sundialsandsands]

Monkie Kid art dump

inspired by the fanfic When MK Was Here by cyrvidae on ao3 ^_^ link below

unfinished references, mystic monkey angst, headcanon art, and personal designs :)

[lady-charinette]

The first few weeks Din had the little green womp rat on his ship, the little bugger kept waking him up in the middle of the night

Din was a bounty hunter, a Mandalorian, he was no stranger to his ship being raided or having to be a light sleeper in anticipation of sneak attacks during the night.

In was in their blood.

What he wasn't prepared for was the little green monster the size of a porg to be body slamming him in the middle of the night.

Din slept with his blaster, there could've been serious casualties.

After the ninth time his sleep had been disturbed, Din grabbed the creature. "What? Why do you keep doing this, you little womp rat?"

It's ears lowered to the sides of his head, making a keening sound unlike a young foundling in need of attention.

Din observed him quietly, setting him down on his lap. "Don't tell me you're scared of sleeping up there?" he glanced at the overhanging cot, confused.

It was made of durable leather and skins, it had enough space for the little green monster, so why was it so scared?

The green porg whimpered again and his small hands wrapped around Din's shirt, trembling slightly.

He didn't understand its language, but Din did understand its intentions.

It was scared.

With a heavy defeated sigh, Din fell back on his bed, if one could call the slab of collapsible ship wall covered by a blanket a bed, and closed his eyes.

He felt tiny hands grab at him and push a little body upward, until the creature nestled itself into the crook of his arm and chest.

With a gesture Din convinced himself was either instinctual or accidental, his free hand rested protectively over the boy, feeling its body relax under his weight.

Din settled back into a light sleep, mildly aware of the tiny face nuzzling deeper into his chest.