#grandparents tag

[macksartblock]

big W even bigger Ls

i had to call out of work due to pain so i'm subjecting you to a goof below

get homestucked

[littledemo0n]

Excuse me im just gonna spam all of these over here...(part 1 [yes there's more])

[imintobones]

Happy Claudiataker day, because as you guys know, every day is Claudiataker day

[impish-baby]

AAAAAAA MORE ANGST FAMILY PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSSSSS ITS SO GOOODDDDDDDDDDDD

Infant and innocent - platonic yandere estranged familly x reader continued - 🧸

"You don't have to sit in here with me." Your voice is meek as you settle on the bed, plate balanced delicately in your lap. "Really, I was going to go home anyway."

The fact that your grandfather is with you instead of enjoying the party with everyone else fills you with guilt. You're not even close with him, haven't seen the man in years, but here he is eating dinner with you away from his family.

"Eh," he waves a hand dismissively, like he isn't wasting the holiday by doing this. "I want to, now hush up and try the roast aunt tammy made." Your grandpa reaches over to cut it up for you, like you're a kid who can't do it themselves.

The gesture is embarrassing but causes an odd warmth to spread throughout your chest. It's reminiscent of the days you barely went up to his knee, you can't tell if the nostalgia is comforting or agonizing.

"Good, huh?" He smiles as you eat, occasionally taking a bite from his own plate. "Tammy wouldn't stop raving about the new recipe she tried, guess she wasn't just bragging." The meal continues in relative silence, but it isn't awkward. It's the kind where you're just content to enjoy someone's company.

After a moment of hesitation, you cautiously lean your head onto his shoulder, trying not to scare yourself out of being vulnerable. The kiss pressed to your forehead makes you think that maybe some things aren't that far gone after all.

[chipper-smol]

HAD TO REMAKE THIS POLL BECAUSE I FORGOT GRANDPARENTS

[insertdisc5]

sleepless night

[windybluebelles]

Just thinking of a more canon compliant Alfred saying that he loves any of the kids for the first time just for Bruce to hear and just stand in shock.

Is it that easy?

I firmly believe that the Alfred that is present in most canon sources was a shit parent to Bruce growing up, that why he’s so…Bruce.

Alfred is a military man who canonically didn’t want kids. When he gets kinda forced into having one, he treats him like an adult already.

It’s always easier to be a grand parent than a parent.

Just Bruce getting jealous over his kids getting easy affection from the man he sees as a father

[hysangel]

⠀⠀⠀⤷⠀⠀⸝⸝ Cowboy, Cowhand, Cowgirl (in order)

︵︵﹒｜A strong masculine/androgynous/feminine presenting queer with body hair

I made this.... so long ago and have only now posted it..... anyway

Do not re-upload to diffrent sites w/o asking & giving credit i will find you, and I'd love love love if ppl gave credit when using one of these 🙏 I'm really proud of this one

[kagooleo]

aside from my rice here’s a doodle dump of my timeskip johto kiddos all scribbled during classes! forgot to upload this some time ago but it's a mix of silly doodles, profile studies and outfit ideations 📝

[capquinn]

Bug and uncle Luke vibes

Jim and Cub vibes 🤭🤭

so true bestie. uncle lukey is such a kid at heart so he indulges bug's every whim. he's also that guy who just naturally migrates towards kids at parties and family events engaged in their silly conversations and games. in another lifetime he would've been a teacher <3

and there is nothing more cub-coded than this 😭😭😭😭 you and quinn thought it’d be a peaceful trip to the shops, leave the kids with their grandparents. what could go wrong? well...

Now, let’s be clear — Cub isn’t a naughty child. He’s the sweetest little guy you could imagine, polite, kind, always eager to help, and absolutely full of curiosity. It’s just that his energy knows no limits, and his curiosity is boundless. He’s not misbehaving, not trying to cause trouble. He’s just... exploring. He needs to touch everything, try everything, see how it works.

So when he stumbled across Bug’s paint set, well, it was only a matter of time before chaos unfolded. He’d been so into it, dabbing his little fingers into the colours, blending them together, and just having the best time — so lost in the textures of the paint — that it never occurred to him that maybe he should stop.

And Jim, having only been gone for a second, thought Cub was fine, sitting a few feet away. But when he looks down and sees his grandson sitting on the living room floor, absolutely covered in blue paint, there’s a flicker of mortification across his face before he laughs.

He’s raised three boys — equally rambunctious, equally curious — and honestly, this isn’t half as bad as the antics he dealt with when they were this small. So, even though Cub looks like a tiny, paint-covered disaster, Jim can’t help but love it.

Cub, of course, is smiling up at Jim, not even noticing the paint all over his little body, grinning ear to ear, completely content with his artistic endeavours. He has no idea why his grandpa is laughing, but he’s happy to join in anyway, his little giggle filling the air.

Jim, still laughing and shaking his head in disbelief, picks Cubby up, paint smearing all over his shirt, and carries him toward the dining room to find Ellen. She’s sitting at the table, watching Bug quietly draw, completely absorbed in her own art but the moment she looks up and sees Jim, with Cub in his arms, both of them covered in paint, even she bursts into laughter.

Jim, still chuckling, shakes his head. “I looked away for two seconds,” he says through his laughter, holding Cub up as if the mess wasn’t already obvious.

Ellen just laughs again, pulling out her phone in one smooth motion and snapping a picture before sending it off to you and Quinn with the caption: Grandpa was supposed to be supervising... maybe he just likes blue?

Jim looks at the picture Ellen just snapped, shaking his head with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He glances down at Cub, who’s still grinning cheekily, completely unfazed by the mess of blue paint covering him from head to toe.

“Is that right, Cubby? You like the colour blue?” Jim asks, his tone playful, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Cub nods enthusiastically, his little smile so wide it practically lights up the room.

“Uh-huh!” he says, his hands still sticky with paint as he tries to wipe them on Jim’s already-ruined shirt.

Jim chuckles and shifts Cub in his arms.

“Maybe you’re just getting ready to suit up for the Canucks one day, like your dad.” He pauses, glancing at Ellen with a smirk. “Though Quinn is gonna say I’m just trying to turn this into a team bonding exercise.”

Ellen laughs, her phone buzzing in her hand. She looks down at the screen, and as soon as she reads Quinn’s reply, she bursts out laughing again.

“What is it?” Jim asks, still bouncing Cub slightly, trying to keep him entertained.

Ellen holds up the phone, Quinn’s reply in bold letters: Tell Jimmy he’s out of practice. Can't handle one toddler?

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

imagining dior holding elured and elurin's hands as they prepare to step beyond arda... reassuring his sons that it's just a new adventure and that momma and elwing will be fine... that they're going to get to meet their grandparents on this trip...

[enement]

kieran but he’s zorua

[whetstonefires]

for the record your mom's first cousin isn't your aunt, she's your first cousin once removed. her kids are your second cousins.

your aunts are your parents' sisters, or the wives of your parents' siblings.

english doesn't make much distinction between the paternal and maternal relations and is weirdly inconsistent about how relations-by-marriage work, but it's got a nice precise numerical coordinate system for the consanguinity of cousins. it's all based on nearest shared ancestor; very scientific; you can tell genealogists got involved.

unfortunately as a result hardly anybody understands how to apply it.

[polysaur]

Everyone else is sick so she is too

[dovewingkinnie]

tumblr recommended me the male yandere tag what are they trying to say about me

[gintrinsic-writing]

For @guardedchild and @fwoosheye, who requested physical affection and domestic interactions. Malon and references to Ravio were thrown in for good measure. :)

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Legend’s first mistake was looking up when he heard the kiss. Though, really, how anyone could ignore the distinct, wet sound of a well-planted smooch from four feet away was beyond him. 

The second mistake was making some kind of face. “Some kind,” because Malon immediately graced him with a knowing smile and closed the distance fast. “Don’t worry, I got plenty more love,” she told him with a laugh, already reaching for Legend’s face with two flour dusted palms. 

“I’m good,” Legend began, eyeing the red lipstick on Time’s left cheek—and Time’s stupid, love-drunk grin, which was somehow worse than Malon’s—and taking a quick step back. 

“Nonsense,” Malon told him sweetly. She gently brushed one thumb across the spot where Legend’s freckles were darkest. “I’d recognize that look anywhere. Homesick, huh? Link—Time—told me about Ravio. Don’t you worry, if he’s half the man I suspect he is to have caught your eye, I bet he’s missin’ you, too.” 

Legend felt like he’d been hit over the head. “Wha—That’s not—Ravio isn’t—Time!” He turned his fiercest scowl on the older hero, who didn’t even have the decency to look guilty. Malon took advantage of Legend’s distraction and planted a light kiss on his forehead. He thought he might die on the spot. 

“There!” Malon beamed at him. “Now, I gotta get back to helpin’ Wild. You boys make yourselves at home. And remember, Legend, you’re very loved.” That said, she made her way down the hall and toward the kitchen. 

“Too much?” Time asked with a teasing smile once Malon was out of sight. 

“Yes,” Legend snapped, rubbing his face like that might get rid of his obvious blush. He didn’t rub his forehead very hard. “Why would you tell her that anyway?”

“Isn’t it true?”

“No, it most certainly is not.” It wasn’t like he and Ravio had ever discussed anything. Except for that one time, which he was not thinking about. 

“Hmm.” 

“And besides, she’s not my wife.” Legend gestured toward the ruby red lipstick still on Time’s cheek. 

“I don’t mind.”

“Well, I do,” Legend huffed. 

“Oh.” Finally, Time looked a fraction of the awkwardness that Legend felt. “Sorry, I didn’t think— Neither of us meant to make you uncomfortable. I’ll talk to her about it this evening.”

“No, that isn’t…” Legend trailed off with a loud sigh. “Don’t make her feel bad. I’m just not used to it. That.”

“Not used to…?”

“Physical affection,” Legend grumbled. “It makes me feel weird.”

Time hummed shortly. “Bad weird?”

“Just weird weird.” Legend raised a hand. “Don’t get ideas—there’s no deeply rooted trauma or anything like that. I just don’t know what to do with it.”

Time thought about that for a quick moment. “Like with most things, practice helps. It did for me.”

This time, Legend was positive that the face he was making was a grimace. “I’m not going to join the Twilight and Wild cuddle piles. And Sky’s hugs are too intense, it’s like he’s trying to smother you.” 

“I see,” Time answered in his usual cryptic, annoying way. “Well, start smaller. If you want to.”

“Meaning?”

Time shrugged, but there was something soft about the way he stared at Legend then, something understated but appreciative. “Whatever feels less weird.” And then, cataloging his movement in a way that was simple without being patronizing, Time reached out and gently ruffled Legend’s hair. 

All in all, Legend thought, it wasn’t the worst thing. Far from it.