#father dearest <3

[dukeofthomas]

why does every reconciliation fic go like this

[helinedmightbehere]

V1 ECLIPSE VS V4 ECLIPSE RAP BATTLE WHO WOULD WIN

[wacky-internet-rollercoaster]

Do people. Not know who the Stasi were. Like historically. I mean I can't assume everyone's age or how well they did in their history classes (or even what those taught) but like. They're not just a reference from the ARG lol. Idk I think I'm being too judgemental tbh.

[mondaymelon]

ignore the fact i disappeared that was simple winter hibernation ( still sick and coughing out my lungs btw )

for a basically nonexistent context it’s currently 1:50 am my paper is literally just on my mattress hello hard surface who and this is the most abhorrent lighting and i COOKED (dubious) 🔥🔥🔥‼️🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🌶️🌶️✨🌶️😋😋🌶️😋😋🥺🥺💖💖✨✨

one of my ocs grgrggrjekslalksj I need to talk about them more on here nyways yeah uhm bye read the tags thanks

[laeska]

[losingmymindrn]

Happy father's day daddy

[rhysdasior]

how rhys sees ➛ seth. @witchysethharper

[thedeadthree]

the blood of the dragon runs thick etc etc (x)

🦀 CESSAIR CELTIGAR

🌊 MAELOR TARGARYEN

🐚 SELYSE ROGARE SEASTAR

🐉 MAEKAR TARGARYEN

[porcalinecunt]

Random but you know that Flint Lockwood meme with the police guy and his son?

That's me w you 🏃

NO I DONT

SEND IT TO ME RN ON DISCORD

[strawberri-syrup]

i love when i google some Symptoms for sillies and results say to see a doctor if it persists for 6+ weeks. babygirl it has been 5 years

[anywhore]

it's a crime that dark urge isn't given the opportunity to tell ketheric and/or gortash about chicken chasin'.

[caution-tripping-hazard]

rating my dad’s ways of butchering artists/bands’s names:

mxmtoon:

“the one that sounds like cartoon” 3/10 he has the gist of it but none of the pizzazz.

“momtoon” 8/10 kinda a basic mistake but i appreciate his efforts to actually learn her name

the wombats:

“that one i really liked” 5/10 he’s enthusiastic but i don’t know what he’s on about until he starts humming one of their songs

“the bamboos” 0/10 that’s a different band sir what are you doing

lovejoy:

“killjoy” 9/10 he’s most of the way there (bonus points bc they’re doing a gig near where we’re staying and deadass he said the fact that it’s sold out is a bigger obstacle than the fact that it’s 18+ and i don’t pass for an adult)

tyne-james organ:

“that organ fella” 4/10 i know who you mean but like. Sir.

“barry morgan from barry morgan’s world of organs” 10/10 so true bestie <3

ashnikko:

“a-sinko” 5/10 could be worse

“shnikko” 9/10 getting there

“nikkoash” 8/10 you are so close bestie

“ashkenazi” 0/10 what.

[nasci-in-magnitudine]

[how-gross]

Me: *Trying to at least study for my AP Biology Exam*

Me: *Remembers that MY OWN MOTHER told me not to wear any underwear around MY OWN FATHER just in case something happens*

[caramelmochacrow]

i had a fun time but when i got home it turns out my wireless adapter for my laptop is broken as shit i need to buy a usb for it to be able to connect.....

[chuluoyi]

Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojo😭✋i-

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 06:20 P.M 」

aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

“bwah!” a nudge.

“myah!” a shove.

and then—

“waaa!” a… slap (?) on the cheek.

“huh?” satoru winced, touching where the baby’s palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasn’t imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.

and it was the baby—his baby.

your giggles filled the air in response.

“hey, you,” satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. “bad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldn’t do that, you hear?”

the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.

you snorted at his righteous tone. “he’s just protecting me. even your kid knows you’re a danger.”

a gasp left your husband’s shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. “me? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!”

“heav—pfft—”

“i give you love, food, my body—” he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, “—heck, i even give you this naughty baby!”

“wha—no! that’s team effort!”

“still! and now he is staging an uprising against me?” satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklace—a gift from satoru too, actually.

“look at him go,” he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. “hey! no touching! those are mine!”

“please.” you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. “the milk is his!”

“he can have the cow’s! and more importantly, it’s thanks to me that you’re so milky—”

“satoru! you’re so uncouth i can’t—!”

“see? you’re laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!”

later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. “he is out like a light…”

satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldn’t miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anything—first of all, himself—if it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.

knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt full—so full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.

you really do love him, don’t you?

“look at him, he’s like a shrimp,” your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.

“satoru.”

“yeah?” he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react further—

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. “mwah!”

“…?!”

for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.

“you…” he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. “now you’ve started it…” and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.

“a—ah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!”

. . .

safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.