#dad tom

[eatingsomegreeneggos]

Gen Art Februari: Silly - Sonic & Tom Wachowski

Ended up going for a meme redraw for this one - not what I had in mind at first hahah but had to go for it!

[bigfatbreak]

The Charity Ball

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven /

[sirgawainofgalifrey]

Memory

"Knuckle's is a momma's boy" Well mayhaps there's a reason he's hesitant around father figures?

@year-of-the-echidna maybe one of these days I'll submit these within the timeframe.

[quixoticprince]

While working on some parent and merc art I had thoughts on whether or not to include headcanon parents for those who don't have any. And on that train of thought I realized that in the decade of me being into tf2 I don't think I've ever seen fic, art, or hc in which Medic had parents that he liked or got along with lol And I decided to be different in the most unhinged way possible and just go... "yeah he has two dads, yeah they're both weird scientists, yeah he's a test tube haunted slime baby, yeah his parents are Egon Spengler and Hebert West - the two pop culture icons he's heavily based off of" This is incredibly indulgent to nobody else but me lol - but now it's out there - and now this explains my personal hc that the medigun beam works like the proton stream in ghost busters, it locks into your soul

[riddlesbunny]

the albatross

summary: Originally an unlikely match, you give birth to Aegon’s first child and his entire world changes.

pairing: Aegon x Strong!Reader

word count: 767

warnings: Description of pain & childbirth, brief mention of blood, guilt.

note: “Albatross” is used metaphorically as a psychological burden dealing with shame or guilt! (and shout out to Taylor Swift)

Aegon wanted to hate you. He wanted to hate your hair and your eyes. Your thick eyelashes, the freckles that dusted your cheeks, the way your nose scrunched when you laughed. Despite wanting to hate you in your entirety, he found himself physically incapable of doing so. As a young boy he refused to admit it, even going so far as to tease you for your features — but he thought you were beautiful. If anything, you could’ve resembled his mother more than a Targaryen.

It wasn’t your features that were wrong, but who you inherited them from; you and your brother’s served as living, breathing reminders of Rhaenyra’s infidelity.

Alicent Hightower had been sure to remind him and his siblings that you and your brothers were a product of their older sister's infidelity. An embarrassment to the family. An insult to the crown, to the realm. Abominations. Bastards.

Screams of pain shook the walls of the Red Keep.

“I can’t do this anymore, Aegon! Please make it stop, it hurts!” you rasped, clawing at the blood-soaked bedsheets. It had been almost 24 hours since your labors had begun. To everyone's surprise, Aegon had yet to leave your side.

“We’re almost there, my love. You’re doing a great job,” your husband encouraged as he placed a chaste kiss to your sweat-drenched forehead, which you only returned with a death glare.

“I cannot take it anymore! Just get it out! Cut it out if you have to!”

One of your handmaids tried to dab at your forehead with a cloth, but you gripped her hand forcefully.

Aegon gave her a sympathetic look as he got her out of your grasp, locking his fingers with yours.

“You know we can’t do that, my love. I will not risk losing you.”

You winced as your midwife slid a finger around the base of your opening. All day long you had been violated against your will. Childbirth was not only painful, but humiliating. For Aegon’s sake, you silently prayed the babe was a boy. You weren’t sure if you would be willing to go through this again.

“I can feel the head, your grace. Just a few more big pushes for me and the babe will be here.”

You groaned loudly, your teeth grinding together as another contraction wracked your frame. Pain radiated down your spine and into your groin. You felt like you were being ripped apart at the seams. Being eaten by Sunfyre seemed to be a more pleasant fate than this.

“You hear that? You’re almost done. You’re doing so good.”

You squeezed onto Aegon’s hand as hard as you could, pushing with all the strength in your body. The harder you pushed, the sooner it would be over. You needed it to be over. With a final push, your vision began to blur and your mind went blank.

Before you knew it, loud cries pulled you back to Earth, and coo’s from your handmaidens filled the room. You laid back with a sigh of relief.

Finally.

The handmaids quickly handed the babe to Aegon so you could get cleaned up.

“A girl,” she stated proudly, “and she looks just like you, my queen.”

“Like me?” You shot up.

“Lay back your grace, you need to relax,” she scolded you.

Throughout your pregnancy there was a fear in the back of your mind, that if the babe inherited your features that Aegon would be disappointed. Turns out, you couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Yes,” he chuckled, tears swelling in his eyes, “like you. She is absolutely beautiful.”

He placed the baby in your arms, smiling down at the two of you.

A wave of guilt had crashed over Aegon at the sight of his newborn daughter. As well as your initial reaction to her looks. Thinking about the torment you endured for those same features in a world full of violet eyes and snow-white hair. How could he have been so cruel to you for something so fickle?

He couldn’t help but think about Ser Harwin Strong. And the fact that he probably shared the same thoughts as him the first time he laid eyes on you as a babe. This baby was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and the thought of anyone making her believe anything else made his blood boil. He would simply not allow it. Anyone who even dare whisper a word regarding your daughters features would lose their tongue for it.

Although the responsibility of sitting the Iron Throne loomed heavy over Aegon’s head it wasn’t until this very moment that he had true reason to be motivated to rule: his new family

[e-vay]

I've got SCU on the brain so here's some Wachowski grandparent doodles

[atrprkr]

Peter; at school and just got in trouble: I swear I'm innocent!

Principal; not amused: That's it. Your aunt passed? I'm calling your parents.

Peter: Haha, good luck with that!

Principal: What?

Peter: My parents are DEAD! *unhinged laughter*

Principal: but I have their phone numbers....

[zoe-oneesama]

Why yes I'm still falling in love with the Viceroy/Dad Villain AU by @bigfatbreak, aren't you?

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[ajdoesprompts]

Peter’s academic record was not exactly impressive.

Okay, it was a total shit show. He barely even shows up anymore, not seeing much point. Marwood high school didn’t exactly have a stellar reputation for producing high achieving students and Peter didn’t care about getting good grades anyway.

His plan was always to get a third shitty job as soon as possible so that he could pay off some of May’s medical debts.

He didn’t even really understand how the letter arrived in the first place, inviting him to an interview at Midtown School of Science and Technology. All he knew was that his engineering teacher gave him some test and he answered the questions. Mr Ackle said he answered some ‘impossible question’ from Tony Stark’s research into the arc reactor but Peter was sure he was lying until about a week ago.

The interview itself didn’t feel like it went particularly well. The only part that was good was the tests where he was surprised by how simple the content was. He must have done better than he thought though, because the acceptance letter came through a week later.

And sure, he could have said yes, but the school wanted a minimum of 95% attendance and Peter just couldn’t commit to that between his jobs and May needing him.

So he declined.

And maybe he wouldn’t have, if he’d have known. Maybe if someone had told him that Tony Stark would somehow hear about his test scores, he would’ve thought twice about making himself stand out.

Because sure, a genius in Midtown was something Tony Stark might be interested in.

But a genius who declined their full ride scholarship? A genius with shoddy attendance and an extensive behaviour record?

Peter really shouldn’t have been shocked when Stark showed up at his house.

[bigfatbreak]

knocking on the door of a business before its open is bad etiquette, you know

[ironspidxr]

Oh you know just thinking about Tony’s face when he realizes Peter is about to die vs when he sees him again I’m really normal about it

[incorrectpeterparker]

Peter: I wasn’t injured. I was lightly stabbed

Tony: I’m sorry, you were stabbed?!

Peter: LIGHTLY stabbed. I didn’t want to worry you

[riddlesbunny]

out of the woods

summary: The war is over and Rhaenyra’s daughter gets a fresh start in The North.

pairing: Cregan x Targaryen!Reader

word count: 842

warnings: Description of pain & childbirth, grief, RIP Jace <\3

note: Sooo……. It appears that I’m in Cregan Simp Mode

It is a brighter day than usual when your labors start. The sun even begins to peak behind the clouds, casting a gorgeous gleam over Winterfell. It has been six months since the civil war between your family has ended and it seems as though the smoke-like grief that clouds your mind is finally beginning to clear. After all of your pain and suffering, you are now far away from Dragonstone and even farther away from King’s Landing. As your younger brother sits the Iron Throne, you have a hope for a peaceful realm. As well as hope that you and Cregan will finally be able to start anew.

Things are different in Winterfell, especially now that the dance has ended. There is no pressure for your babe to have silver hair or violet eyes. No pressure for it to be born with a cock. All that matters is that the babe is healthy. Your child will not suffer the same hardships as you and your siblings once did.

You can hear heavy footsteps outside of the chamber as Cregan paces restlessly. While you endure another hour of labor, you try to keep your mind elsewhere. Your gaze is fixed on the flicker of the candle that sits in the chandelier above your head.

One of your earlier memories is your mother being in labor with Joffrey. You remember wincing at her screams and placing judgement on the names she called her midwives. Now you don’t blame her. You even admire her for going through this so many times. You miss her terribly.

Your hand grips tightly onto the wooden headboard as you try your hardest to listen to the instructions of your midwife.

“Push into the pain,” she advises you, “when the pain is at its worst, that’s when you will want to push the hardest, my lady.”

Your knees are at your chest, a thin layer of sweat covers your entire body, and your once white nightgown is now stained red. You inhale deeply as you brace yourself for another painful contraction.

And just like that, it’s happening again. It begins as a dull ache in your spine that eventually overtakes you completely. It feels as if you were being torn to shreds. Your muscles begin to spasm and each wave of pain is worse than the last.

A particularly loud scream echoes out into the hallway and it has Cregan bursting through the door into the room, his auburn brows furrowed.

“This is not the place for men, my Lord,” your midwife sternly warns him.

“I do not care! What’s happened?”

“Nothing!” you bark at him, your teeth gritted. This is a pain he is unable to comprehend.

“I’m fine, we’re fine. It just hurts. That’s all.”

Cregan frowns at you as he comes to stand at your side.

“My lord—” your midwife tries to interject once again.

“I’m staying.”

He keeps true to his word and remains at your side for the rest of your labor, despite your midwife’s wishes — earning him many dirty looks.

Another painful contraction comes and the pain is mind blowing. But it seems to be the light at the end of the tunnel. You bring your chin down to your chest and push with all of your might. You push as if your life depends on it, because it does.

“That’s it, my lady! Perfect. I can see the babe already, a full head of hair,” she states.

Just when you swear you cannot push anymore, you feel sudden relief and loud cries fill the room.

“It’s a boy,” your midwife declares, and Cregan squeezes onto your hand tightly.

“And he is one healthy pup! With quite the set of lungs!” she adds.

About an hour later, once you are moved from the birthing bed and all cleaned up, you sit in your large bed that you and Cregan share. Your babe is cozily bundled up and suckling at your breast, his tiny gums gnawing at your flesh.

“Do we have a name for him?” Cregan asks you as he comes to take solace beside you, peering down at the tiny babe.

“I’m not quite sure yet,” you reply, your mind still hazy, your heart full, “did you have something in mind?”

“I was thinking… he holds a striking resemblance to your brother. What do you think?”

You glance down at your newborn son. An angelic face matched with tiny wisps of dark hair that threaten to grow into a thick head of curls.

“Oh,” you coo, “yeah… yeah, he does, doesn’t he?”

Cregan smiles widely at you, in a way that makes your heart want to burst right out of your chest.

You and Cregan both held great love for Jacaerys. It was something you bonded over when you were first getting to know one another. After spending so much time with him at the beginning of the dance, Cregan began to care for Jace as if he was a brother of his own.

“So it’s settled then,” he states with pride, “we’ll call him Jacaerys.”

“Jacaerys,” you breathe out in agreement as your husband places as gentle kiss on your forehead.

[bietrofastimoff23]

🎶 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢...

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜? 🎶

**Criston knew that he loved these children — him, the king, whose honor he defended in front of others, the man, whose thirst for revenge for his murdered son he shared, the prince he trained, and the boy who grew up before his eyes — but he hardly ever imagined that it could be so painful.

We haven't seen much of their interaction, but Criston still showed that he is the real family to Aegon.

[technically-human]

Ivo: I won't miss you

Ivo, missed Stone: I missed you Stone

Ivo, breaking up with Stone: you're gonna stay until I've cloned you

Ivo, is about to just explode: I'll miss your lattes with steamed Austrian goats milk, I love the way you make them

Ivo, just explodes: ...

Stone, emotional whiplash: Ŏ^Ŏ

Romance needs clarity but baby that don't work for me

I'm not even gonna link the kofi thing this time

[military-newsboys]

Mav: Ice, if you die, do you want to be buried or cremated? Like, if you were hit by a bus today, what do I do? Ice: Go after the bus driver and make him pay for what he did to me. Ice: Avenge me, Pete. Avenge me! Mav: I found this company, and they bury you in a biodegradable sack. So when your body decomposes, it fertilizes the seeds of a fruit tree. Mav: That's what I want. Because then you and all the people that love me can eat the fruit from my tree. Ice: That is fucking mental Mav: Coming from the guy that wants me to ruin a bus driver's life just 'cause he killed you swerving to avoid a child! Ice: I didn't know about the fucking child!