#i fuckin love my dad

[productofaritual]

Ok so two things

One, might be a little inactive/slowing down w posts and reading, because

Two, my father dearest asked to see some of my works (it's all fanfiction. I'll be renaming characters like crazy) and we agreed on a two weeks deadline for me to finish a WIP, so everyone who wants to see some bedrockbros shenanigans say thank you to my dad!

[theweirdhybrid]

Me and my dad are watching One Piece together (I've already watched it, he hasn't) and because the streaming service we're using has Egghead as the title screen my dad will keep asking me "When do the Strawhat's get their space ship" and every time I can feel more of my sanity slip between my fingers, and my dad, the bastard, is well aware of this. So you can imagine how he reacted when he found out Eneru made an actual spaceship.

I regret introducing him to One Piece. He's just found more ways to annoy me.

[stark-park]

Omg I fuckin love this!!!

Can a shark dance? I watched “Nimona” yesterday, and couldn’t resist. So have Joe doing the shark dance. 🙈💖

[royaltea000]

Pose practice! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: you two have a son together, mention of being married, old man Bakugou

older retired pro hero Bakugou, who you find hunched over his desk one night. it’s late and the day was long and your son was whinier than he usually is. you’d think the old man would be in bed right now, but alas—he’s not beside you.

instead, as you round the corner to get a full look at him, he’s wearing his reading glasses, adorning an old ratty tank, his arms still big but softer than the years from before. he has a book open in front of him, desk scattered with pictures you can’t see from your angle, scissors, stickers, glue sticks.

“What are you getting up to at this hour, old man?” You ask softly, smiling when Bakugou doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing. his tongue is sticking out in the corner as he cuts a squiggly line on a picture, posing it beside another on a blank piece of paper.

“Therapist said I should get into crafting,” he grunts, finally looking over at you from over his glasses. “Do things with my hands, feel busy, get my mind off’a shit.”

you pad over to where he sits, the overhead lamp on his desk focused on the big baby blue book with white pages. peeking over his shoulder, you rest your head on top of his, chin nestled in the still unruly blond and silver locks, overseeing his work.

and honestly? it almost makes you wanna cry. it’s a scrapbook, the page open to pictures of your wedding day, how pretty you looked, how big he smiled at you. you can see other scattered pictures on his desk—when you got a promotion at work, when he was number one for seven months in a row, a positive pregnancy test, the cutest baby you’ve ever seen, two little teeth coming in, baby being held in dads big ole arms that will always protect him.

“After this page, I gotta do the honeymoon.” Bakugou speaks gruffly, setting down a picture to wipe a hand down his face. “And then life accomplishment shit, the baby, his first steps.” He sounds so tired, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding down to smush your face against his own.

“You always have tomorrow. Come to bed.” You say against his cheek, squeezing him when you feel the rejection start up in his belly. But he deflates, pulling his glasses off, reaching around to pull you in his lap. He looks so grumpy, with his frown lines and crows feet, and yet so handsome with his small smile and soft eyes.

“I’ll print more pictures tomorrow. And maybe go by the store to get some more stickers, too.” He tells you in between kisses, his words soft, his hands rough through your pajamas. You hum against his mouth, holding his nape, afraid to ever let him go.

“You do that. Now let’s go to bed.” You whisper, standing up and pulling him with you. He closes the scrapbook for now, and you glimpse at the cover, heart melting at the picture of you two holding up your son, both kissing his cheeks. The picture is captioned with “Our Life” and you don’t think you’ve ever been more grateful to have met him.

[fbfh]

Thinking about how aggressively protective over you dad!Tony is. Like whenever someone is fucking mean or rude to you, or generally gives you trouble like... you have to laugh. Cause you know what's coming. You were out running some errands (aka picking up falafel and shwarma for you, your dad, Peter, and Harley) when you ducked into a cute little boutique on the way. You saw a pair of sunglasses that were so cute, but upon further investigation, they had weird designs all along the sides. You laugh at how terrible it looks and get a picture to show your dad when you get back. You're about to leave when some stupid fucking Paul Blart mall cop drags you into the back of the store and accuses you of shoplifting. You just laugh. You laugh and ask Jarvis to call your dad. Knockoff Paul blart is trying to scare you into confessing to something you didn't do, threatening you with jail time and telling you your parents can't bail you out now, it's too late for that. You record part of the conversation and send it to your dad. About 0.0000001 second later you get a notification that he's on his way. You hear his repulsors outside and moments later he's storming into the back of the boutique.

"Okay, chachi, you've got about three seconds to explain to me what the hell you think you're doing here."

"Sir, are you the father of-"

"Three..."

"O-of this-"

"Two..."

"-was suspected to be shoplifting-"

"And you're done!"

You watch with a barely repressed laugh as your dad TEARS into this motherfucker. Like he is not holding back in he slightest. Tony KNOWS his kid. There is not a shadow of a doubt in his mind that this is a result of some miserable little man on a powertrip who couldn't get into cop school. And Tony TELLS HIM that to his fucking face. You watch a sad, angry little man reduced to tears after being roasted to within an inch of his life by your dad. It's giving "you pathetic, short little man. you don't have any friends, or any family, or any LAND." By the time he's finally done, you dad looks the guy dead in the eye ad tells him with more confidence that paul blart has ever felt in his life

"If you're lucky, maybe you'll be scrubbing my floors with a toothbrush. Maybe."

Tony ushers you out of there, ordering some food and coffee and asking Jarvis to cancel the next chunk of scheduled events so he can spend some time with you, make sure you're okay. He may or may not have also bought that little boutique, because when someone messes with his kid, Tony does NOT let it slide.

[crossbackpoke-check]

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i’m sorry it’s just so hilarious to me how charles goes back to erik one way or another in almost every iteration like … was the d that good…????????????

girl i get it tho ....... if i fumbled erik lehnsherr i'd never forgive myself id draw my skin through hot coals if it meant having a MODICUM of a chance with him

[feralwetcat]

Everyone on fable: parents either dead, missing, or locked up/in stasis

Aax slow turning to Ulysses: ...i swear if you-

[douche-canoe-regatta]

Harrow meeting Kiriona:

hmm

HMMMM

[guardian-angle22]

S2E8 -> S4E4

[lepidopterologism]

imagine being tide lambert and you have these 3 adopted kids who are the definition of pure of heart dumb of ass and they won’t STOP causing problems but u love them so much that you will still wear a costume to their house party and make them beef stroganoff and give them rooms in your house. all of that on top of being a fuckin clone and your clone siblings are a whole different issue. he’s literally iconic he’s done more for this world than anyone else has

[moeblob]

Rice. From my plot that's literally just a game of chess. (he's a rook)

[le-agent-egg]

Sorry i gotta yap for a second. Why do Leon and Kanon have different last names if their dads are brothers.

Like it says in their wikis that Leon’s dad is Kanon’s dad’s older brother. So like. Why do they have different last names? The only explanations i can think of is that, either they had different last names at birth, either Leon or Kanon has their mom’s last name, or one of them has two dads (though i think this is the least likely since their parents were probably married in the late 80s or early 90s, and same sex marriage wasn’t legal back then like. Anywhere.)

This is my personal headcanon: their dads have the same last name, but Kanon has her mom’s last name, since she didn’t take her husband’s last name; Leon’s mom took her husband’s last name, which basically means Leon has no other option for a last name lmao

ALSO. MORE YAP ALERT TIME.

What’s Leon’s natural hair colour? Because it is said that he dyes it (side note why would you willingly dye your hair ginger-)

Here’s what I think: Leon is a natural blonde (womp womp) and I think this for a couple reasons. First off his beta design is blonde which I feel like would be a coolio reference. BUT SECOND. GET READY CAUSE IM GOING FULL ON BIO TEACHER ON YOU.

Kanon, while her wiki page says she has chestnut brown hair (bullshit look at her) probably has blonde hair. It looks like a really really pale blonde. Which means that her parents at least need to have one dominant gene and one recessive gene each (since blonde hair is a recessive trait) if we assume Kanon’s dad is blonde, which makes him recessive/recessive, that means that it’s probably likely that his parents (L and K’s paternal grandparents) at least have one blonde person, since getting recessive/recessive out of two dominant/recessive is pretty unlikely. This means that it’s very much possible for Leon’s dad to also have that recessive/recessive or dominant/recessive gene for hair. If we assume that Leon’s mom has at least one recessive allele, that means Leon could very well be blonde. Additionally it’s implied he does have decent genetics in terms of hair because yada yada constantly grows out - if he’s bleaching AND dyeing that shit there’s no way is it still fluffy and nice and grows out well and fast.

TO MAKE A VERY LONG STORY SHORT VIA THE DIAGRAM AGAIN:

Just for a little reference for myself, this is how i personally draw them (with genetic bullet points!!)

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[orcelito]

Today I made

Deviled eggs and corn casserole

No fun story to it, I just am proud of cooking things :3

[hood-ex]

The desire to have a No Capes AU where the Titans crew go to a boarding school and sneak out at night to read poetry in a cave...