#he was a good dad

[mixology-expert]

Memory of a MIRROR

A little girl stood silently in front of a long, modern mirror, her mother right behind her. She carefully reached up at her face towards a zit, but she paused before she did anything.

"But... but it'll hurt, mama."

"Just do it."

"...But it'll be all bloody and gross, mama."

The mother grabbed her child's wrist and forced her to touch the zit. "I told you to do it, didn't I?" With her other hand, she made the girl's fingers close around it. "I don't appreciate your tone, young lady."

"W-Won't it go away in time?!-- O-Ow!!"

The zit popped, making a tiny hole of blood on her face. She whimpered, trying to wipe away the blood just for there to be more coalescing on the tiny pore.

"See? It's only a drop of blood. You're fine. Now fix..." The woman gestured to the girl's face with a vague wave. "...everything else. And don't forget to wash it and do your routine."

The girl waited until her mother was fully gone until she reached for another one. Her hands shook as it popped, and she bit down on her lip, trying to get used to the weird stinging as she popped another and another and another because it was what her mother ordered.

After her face was scarred with bloody pores and her skin felt raw with sweat and scratches, she splashed water all over her face and reached for the face wash and then the whitening cream and-

A man walked up behind her. "Little butterfly, what are you doing?" His tone was filled with concern as he gently took her hand to keep her from using the cream. He suppressed a gasp seeing her face.

"I'm- I'm doing what Mama said to do."

"Love, do you know what these things do?"

The little girl stopped before shaking her head slowly. "Mama said it would make me prettier, but..."

He quickly interrupted her. "No. No, no, no, this doesn't make you prettier." He stumbled over his words, trying to explain but unable to do so. "How can you be prettier when you're already the prettiest little girl ever?"

She giggled a little before frowning. "Why would Mama lie to me?"

"...Mama lies about a lot of things," he said, running her hand under the cold water of the sink to wash off all of the different substances. "You don't need to do any of this, is what I mean. Just- just- this, this thing you h-had on your hands, this cream, it makes your skin, uh, lighter in color. And some people think that that makes you prettier, but it really just changes what you look like, changes who you really are."

He hoisted her up in his arms, hugging her to himself. "Some people will do it because they want to, just like how- just like how some people will eat different foods because they want to that some people won't like! But.. but if you're forced to do it, then it's not fun, just how if you were forced to eat a food you didn't even care for it wouldn't be good, right?"

She nodded, processing the analogy the best she could. "But... but what if the food... Issit- issit a yucky food?..."

"...Well, no. It's not particularly a yucky food, but a lot of people will eat it because they think that other foods are yucky foods and this is their, um.. only option. But- but... You know how Mr. Mallory has that darker skin color than Alice?"

"Mhmm?..."

"Well, some people would say that Mr. Mallory would be bad for having that darker skin color, when really it doesn't actually mean anything other than the fact he's different than us!"

"...I think... I think Mama said something like that. That he's gross for being of a... different... et-niss-et-tee."

"Ethnicity. That means she thinks hes bad for being of a different race- a different skin color- yeah? So what this cream does..." He picks the container of whitening cream up. "Is make you even more different than anyone else. And while being different can be cool and fun, this type of being different can be mean to other people who don't have whiter skin like us."

"...So... I shouldn't... Use it?"

"You should only use it if you want to. Not if your mama or me or anyone else does." He boops her nose, which makes her laugh again.

"Okay. And- what about my other face stuff?"

"This other stuff is used to make all of these little dots you popped go away. But you don't have to use it. Some people say it makes you healthier or prettier, but it's really up to you, and I think all those little dots make you perfect, because all those little dots make up you!"

She giggled and giggled, hugging the man tightly and falling into a fit of laughter when she began to be spun in circles by him, and as they played, their collective joy brightened up that previously desolate old room.

[royalchewy]

Day 9: Memories

Gwen after her first concert, walking home with Sid Fret and their dad. Their dad also performed, so Gwen is in a very good mood.

Also, made Sid Fret her older brother and he is the best older brother. That isn’t something new though, it might just be something I forgot to actually put anywhere.

[uselessalexis165]

more ships that i randomly just remembered

[thekingofmuses]

Kim Kaphwan's sons deserve more appreciation.

Art by the always amazing Falcoon ❤️

[almond-tofu-chan]

kim dokja killed both of his fathers he blames himself for both of their deaths they were both his fault

[superbwritingdistaster06]

He’s my dad (he died 8 years before I was born)

[jungleboy-cruise]

I miss my daddy he was a good one he was funny and really into his interests which turned out to be my interests. If I didn't have my daddy I wouldn't care about Shakespeare or history or Disneyland or woodworking or making music. He was my hero and everything I wanna become. I wish he were here right now

[feelthatlovee]

Gabriel and baby Carlos

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Pit bonnie considers himself a great dad!

[godforsakenpaladinofnigh]

Girl dad 🌸

[tiger-grace]

Superman: I haven’t seen you at the watchtower for a while. Where have you been the last few weeks, Batman?

Bruce: Rehab.

Superman, worriedly: Oh, I’m so sorry- I never knew you struggled with that. If you don’t mind me asking, what for?

Bruce, grimacing as he watches public footage of Signal and Red Hood starting a dumpster fire out of Pro-Joker merch: ..adoption.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason insists on being the bait for a joint mission with the Bats. But the moment he starts “screaming” during the interrogation process, Batman calls the whole thing off and smashes right through the window and into the first thug.

Absolutely nobody is surprised by this development. Except Jason.

[abd-appleboxdog]

I love these fools so much. I hope in the end they stay together or keep in touch. I heart them its like the dad who didn’t want a cat but loves the cat

[lxnarphase]

oh god the way nanami is most definitely a baby talker with your newborn, but also doesn’t hesitate to have full blown conversations with her

you have 100% walked by the nursery and caught him playfully arguing with her over which onesie she wants to wear and she’s just giggling and gurgling and he’s trying to explain she should wear the blue and yellow flower one to match with him instead of the froggy print onesie

[alienzil]

Nanny Danny

“That is a whole ass baby,” was the only thought running through Lex Luthor’s head when the scientist proudly showed him the tube containing Project KR. It was not remotely the sort of thing he would normally think and most definitely not what he had expected to be thinking the first time he saw the clone.

He’d been pleased when he’d read the reports indicating the success of KR after years of failures. Lex had poured millions of dollars and literally his own blood into ensuring a clone of the alien could be made, one that would be under his total control instead of the unknown aspirations of Superman.  He’d wanted to see the fruits of his labors personally but this…

It. No, not an it. He scrunched his tiny face and smacked his lips and…did he smirk? Was that HIS SMIRK on that baby’s face?! No. No. Babies this small didn’t smile or smirk. They passed gas and their sleep deprived and addled parents mistook it for an intelligent response. He’d heard enough inane conversations in the Lexcorp office about the various progeny of his employees to pick up on that but still. This child had Kryptonian DNA, not to mention his own contribution. Surely, he was far more advanced than the dribbling potato shaped lump of an infant whose pictures he’d been forced to smile and nod over when Mark from accounting had rudely shoved them in his face at the last quarterly budget meeting. Yes, that was definitely a smirk. His, that was his smirk.

“So as you can see its growth is well within expected parameters and we’re planning to start phase one of accelerating the maturation process tomorrow once the testing is do-”

“Take him out.”

“Sir? The testing can all be accomplished while it remains in the tube. There’s no need to-”

“I said, take him out. The project is cancelled.”

“What?! Mr. Luthor you can’t!”

“I think you’ll find I can. Now get me my son.”

*****

Two years later

“Call them again”

“Sir, I’ve called them seven times. They won’t answer.”

“Then call another agency!”

“There isn’t another agency, Sir”

Lex glared at his assistant who stared back at him impassively. Mercy stood by the door staring off into the distance and pretending she didn’t notice him being bested by his own secretary.

He stopped himself from shouting again and took a deep breath before asking, “Then what, exactly, do you propose I do Mrs. Anderson? Adjust my entire schedule around naptimes? Find a toddler size lab coat and safety goggles and bring my son with me to tour the new clean energy project on Thursday? Perhaps buy a tiny business suit while I’m at it for the next board meeting?”

“I’m not suggesting anything of the sort, Mr. Luthor. I’m telling you that no childcare agency in Metropolis will return my calls anymore. Most won’t even answer.  You’ve gone through 27 nannies in the last 3 months. You need someone better suited to your son’s…special needs.”

Lex snorted. “Special needs might be a bit of understatement. He can lift a car over his head and his favorite word right now is No.”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Thank you for…clarifying the situation, Marjorie. If there’s nothing else, you can leave.”

His secretary didn’t move. She looked at him like she was waiting for something and now that he was paying attention, he saw she was holding a file.  “Did you have a suggestion?”

Looking pleased with herself she responded, “Actually, yes, I did.”

“Well?”

She set the file on his desk and flipped it open. He looked down at the first page and raised an eyebrow, “What am I looking at here?”

“This,” she responded pulling out the top set of papers and spreading them out, “is the employee file and background check for Daniel J. Fenton, an intern that started in our engineering department about 4 months ago. He has one sibling, two parents and several close friends he regularly meets with. His current supervisor has nothing but good things to say about him and reports he gets along well with all his coworkers.”

She set out the next set of papers, neatly arranging them on the desk to be easily seen. “These are newspaper articles and screenshots of social media posts regarding a small town vigilante locally known as Phantom. The same small town, Mr. Fenton is from coincidentally. Also coincidentally, Phantom made his first appearance only a few weeks after Mr. Fenton was involved in a minor accident in his parent’s home laboratory when he was 14, the medical records for the incident are included.”

“Hmm,” Lex said observing several photos of Phantom and a younger Fenton arranged in order of similar poses and facial expressions and printed out side by side.

“Finally,” she said handing him the last set of papers directly, “this would be a report from the lab Mr. Fenton works in from an incident that happened yesterday. A test with a new protype went wrong and started a fire. Everyone evacuated per protocol when the alarms went off but one of the other interns was working on a programming issue off to the side of the lab while wearing headphones and didn’t hear the alarm or notice the fire. Mr. Fenton noticed his absence and returned to the lab to get him out.” She stopped talking and let him look at the last several pages in the file, a series of photographs of the lab.

“Is this ice?”

“Yes, it is. It’s several inches thick and covers half of the lab. It completely put out the fire leaving minimal damage.”

“This machine was moved?”

“It was. It was very close to the flames and would have required replacement if exposed to extreme heat or cold. That particular piece of equipment also weighs several thousand pounds and was bolted to the floor.”

Lex read through everything in detail then clasped his hands under his chin and stared at the photo of Daniel Fenton for several moments before turning back to his waiting secretary.

“Have HR send Mr. Fenton up. I’d like to offer him a promotion.”

[lemonpoet]

The AU where no one dies, everyone makes it home, and Eury has a kid with Mene 🫶🏾✨