#daddy issues are real

[myromeow]

GOD when you realise you don’t want him to be your boyfriend but you want him to be the father you never had

[vicbutfunnier]

I haven’t seen a single QSMP stream but if anything happens to Tallulah I will end it all

[flowerscorpses]

Hahah when your issues are acting up and you were about to post smth embarrassingly pathetic

[taro-wong]

Was halfway through this comic when I realised it would be funnier with Steph, who’s punched BOTH her dads

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

Overindulgent father Astarion who tells his children they’re allergic to any kind of jewellery that isn’t made of the highest grade Dwarven crafted gold. 

It’s not even because Astarion might have a certain aversion to silver, no, he just raises his children to have standards, thank you very much. 

And it doesn’t end with shiny things, oh no… 

The Ancunín brood is known to be dressed in perfectly woven cotton, silk and soft leather clothes, no matter the occasion.

They’re seen playing with expensive toys, reading artfully illustrated books that certainly belong behind thick glass, not in children’s sticky hands. 

There’s even talk that one of the children is not as naturally inclined to music as his parents claim him to be, surely his lyre must be enchanted—the instrument certainly looks extravagant enough! 

And then there’s always this air of effortless haughtiness surrounding the Ancunín children whenever their nannies and servants are parading them through town as if they were perfect little dolls; objects to show off the wealth their parents acquired in quite the mysterious ways. 

So, it’s no secret that Astarion and Tav are pampering their children—some might say they’re even spoiling them rotten. 

And maybe they are, especially Astarion.

But he doesn’t see why he should raise them any other way, nor does he want to.  

When it comes to his children, Astarion has his own standards, and as long as Tav agrees with him nothing really matters. 

Because, these people, they don’t know anything about the Ancuníns. 

They don’t know that it’s not unusual for Astarion to wash out dirt and mud and strawberry stains from comically small finery, leaving behind only the memories of a day spent playing in the garden, chasing after ducks, picking flowers, lazing in the sun…

That any holes and tears the children’s clothes might suffer are quickly mended, making them look as good as new in no time. 

Nor do they know that Astarion doesn’t mind fashioning a brand new dress to match that of a favourite doll, either. Or to embroider a pretty vest with the likeness of that stray cat the children seem to adore, although their father would rather they don’t touch the mangy animal. 

No, those people know nothing at all...

“Not tired!” Astarion’s youngest cries; the vehement denial of her father’s earlier accusation is cut short by a telltale yawn.

The room still smells of fragrant lavender oil and peaches even when the bath water has already grown tepid, just one or two degrees above what Astarion would consider too cold to be enjoyable. 

Amused, he raises an eyebrow at the protesting toddler before he lifts her out of the copper bathtub with little effort. 

By now, he knows every step of this game.

“Tut-tut, my dear child, what did mama and I say?” Astarion kneels, quickly wrapping a soft towel around the child to keep her warm. “We only tell lies outside of this house.”

Unfazed by her father’s gentle scolding, the girl crosses her arms that haven’t yet lost their puppy fat across her chest, reminding Astarion a little too much of a very displeased Tav. 

Suppressing a sigh, he leans back to consider the pouting child, wondering what could possibly be upsetting her this time—the list is growing longer by the day, after all. 

“What’s the matter, dear?” Astarion asks gently, hoping it’s something easily fixable as it’s growing rather late. 

“Want apple!”

Decades ago, Astarion might’ve rolled his eyes—he knows exactly which stupid apple the child wants, it’s been haunting him all day—but once he started to treat his children’s problems as if they were his own, his life has grown somewhat easier. 

“Why, let’s get an apple on our way to bed, then. Would that be alright, Your Highness?” 

The girl promptly nods her head, allowing Astarion to pat her hair dry before dressing her in a clean night dress. 

She rests her cheek against her father’s shoulder as he carries her first to the kitchen to grab a fragrant apple and a knife, then to her bedroom where they settle on the cosy window seat, just like they do every night.

Soft moonlight is pouring through the windows; the child giggles at the way the knife’s blade is catching the silver light as Astarion peels and cuts the apple into even pieces.

“Here you go,” he finally says, giving the slice of apple one last examining look before surrendering it to the impatient little hands reaching for it. “A sweet treat for my little sweet. Doesn’t it taste so much better when we don’t eat it off the floor, darling?” And when it’s not crawling with ants…

The appeased toddler nibbles at the juicy fruit as Astarion carefully combs through her still-damp curls. 

Her hair’s getting long, he notices, knowing that taking care of it will become more time-consuming each day. 

Once, Astarion would’ve thought this task tedious, brushing out hair that’s not his own, oiling and braiding it for no other reason than knowing his children enjoy him doing it. 

But that’s why he loves doing it in the first place, he supposes.

Astarion can tell by his toddler’s heartbeat that sleep is about to claim her. 

The half-eaten slice of apple is still clutched in her little fist as he cradles the child to his chest, slowly rising from the window seat to put her to bed. 

He’s just about to lay the child down that the fruit drops to the floor, his daughter’s tiny hand clutching at his shirt instead.

“Thank you, papa,” she mumbles, more asleep than awake.

Astarion pauses.

He breathes in the clean, yet unique scent of the little girl that is forever engraved in his brain, the same way he knows under which exact constellation she was born. When she took her first steps, what her first word was. Soon, he will have to memorise her favourite colour, and what she likes to eat when dirty apples won’t be that appealing anymore. 

By now, Astarion knows this game by heart, knows that with every year that passes, he has something new to learn about his children.

And sometimes he wonders what it’s like to grow up with clean bed sheets and full bellies. Sleep filled with naught but warmth and happy memories. Ever open doors and tears that are dried by tender kisses. Living in a house where mistakes and anger are welcomed, safe. 

He wonders what it’s like for his children to know that their father’s love comes without conditions. Not now and not ever. 

Sitting down on the bed, Astarion holds his youngest a little closer to his chest, unwilling to let go of her, yet. 

He’s often accused of spoiling his children when most people can only just grasp the very surface of his love for them, the bare minimum of what he feels for his one and only, precious family. 

These baseless accusations are as unimportant to Astarion as the people voicing them.

He’s raising his children to have standards, wants them to take their father’s love for granted, to accept nothing less but pure devotion.

It’s the only way Astarion knows how to love them, the only way that comes most naturally to him. 

Astarion looks down at his little girl, now fast asleep, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. 

After all these years—all these children—he’s still in awe watching them sleep in his arms as if no harm in the world could ever befall them.

And it won’t—not if Astarion can help it. 

“No, thank you, my heart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the crown of the toddler’s head. 

When it comes to his children, Astarion holds himself to the highest standard.

[tea-potato-gt]

One of my favorite parts of the manga Godaigo Daigo:

Read Chapter 1 here / Chapter 39 here / Table of contents here

THIS is the parental G/t I have been CRAVING for a long time.

A protective giant father not approving of any of his daughter’s fiancé’s.

He was turned into a giant after his daughter was born, and was separated from her for many years. This is their family reunion:

This family is EVERYTHING to me!

He is reluctant to let her get married because he didn’t see her grow up and wants to make up for lost time.

But when her new fiancée shows true guts and love for his daughter, he can’t help but approve.

But more importantly, he wants to make his baby girl happy 😭😌

This is a continuation of this post from @coffehbeans

Now I am BEGGING the universe for either an anime or a printed manga! (Preferably BOTH!)

I NEED people to read this manga RIGHT NOW

[hamoodmood]

[goblin-king-jay]

"No. I will not abandon this task. I love you, I love our home, but I can do this. I can do this. Do you believe that I can do this, with the help of my friends? That I can help them?"

(silence)

"Do you believe in me, Father? Do you believe in me? That's all I've ever wanted. Do you. believe. in me. Father. Is it so hard? Why do you pause? Why do you pause? The people that spoke out with me today did not pause. And I honor you, but I also question you. It was always him growing up -- and he is gone, and I am sorry. And it was not my fault, it was his choice. But I have a chance to matter. To help others. And all I need is to hear it just once. I know you love me, you have always loved me. But you have never trusted me one time without hesitation. Your only chance: do you think I can do this?"

[green--tea-owo]

i need him biblically.

i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.

[ailithishere]

Me after watching the Penguin

[lucien-leigh]

[everyonesfavmarley]

[rahabq]

[americanprometheuss]

god forbid women have hobbies and god forbid that those hobbies are listening to the tbosas soundtrack on loop and god forbid that another one of those hobbies is screaming into a pillow every time you think about what snowbaird could have been if coryo wasn’t obsessed with restoring the snow family image and god forbid that another one of those hobbies is hysterically rocking back and forth while olivia rodrigo sings can’t catch me now for the seventh time in an hour-

[aliyme]

What if they knew each other, way before tsuna’s flame got sealed?

Maybe because Tsuna is Giotto’s exact copy, they would have a deeper connection than the other Vongola bosses and their descendants

Maybe just maybe, their combine hyper will flame made it posible for Giotto to meet his great great grandson

But who knows, I’m just messing around I guess haha

Close up of them

[dixonschoppers]

I literally dk if I want him as a dad or just him🫡🙏