#that man wants to be a dad so bad

[talshiargirlfriend]

Oops, my hands slipped and I wrote a follow up to this one. (Still falls into missing scene territory is you like.)

Trip grumbled at Phlox on his way out of Sickbay more out of habit than any real reluctance to submit to treatment. He knew it was necessary; he just didn’t have time to think about that right now.  At least three people spoke to him in the corridor as he approached his quarters, but he couldn’t have told you who they were or what he said in response. 

As soon as he heard the reassuring click of his door closing behind him, Trip stripped off the hateful mining uniform and dropped it on the floor. He’d have preferred to set it on fire. Or cram it down Paxton’s throat. Or better yet, first one and then the other. Shaking those thoughts from his mind he picked up his pace. He had a sick baby to get back to. 

He showered quickly. Pain shot through his left arm when he reached up to scrub his hair, so one-handed it was. Just as well he hadn’t tried to pick the baby up earlier. The baby. His baby. He couldn’t quite get his head around that.  A whole little person made up of pieces of him and T’Pol. She was adorable, with her pointy little ears and bright blue eyes, and a pretty damn good impression of her mother’s Vulcan glare already. She was perfect. Seriously, what kind of insane maniac would-- he slapped the tiled wall of the shower and breathed in slowly through his nose. Nope, not thinking about that. She was here now, and they were going to take care of her.

Trip knew he wasn’t going back on duty anytime soon, but he dressed in uniform anyway. It was familiar. He had no idea how to be someone’s dad, but he knew how to be Commander Tucker. He was good at it. It sure seemed a whole lot safer to approach this crisis and whatever was coming next as Commanders Tucker and T’Pol, Starfleet’s Finest (and One Hell of a Team™) rather than Trip and T’Pol, Certified Hot Mess of a Couple. He snorted at that thought as he fastened his boots. 

He was halfway to the Mess Hall to grab a drink when he realized that facing the crowd there sounded like a special kind of hell and made a beeline for T’Pol’s quarters instead. Sure, he could ask someone to bring a tray down to Sickbay, but it felt disproportionately important that he handle it himself. He didn’t need Phlox’s five psychology degrees to understand that. 

Maybe coffee was a bust, but at least T’Pol had plenty of tea in her stash. The last time he’d woken up with her, Trip had joked that she was going to have to start keeping coffee as well - had that really only been a week ago? It felt much longer. Time flies when a madman creates a baby from your stolen DNA (and that of your off again-on again alien lover), and you have to thwart his evil plans. 

Trip took a moment to let the familiar scent of the meditation candles wash over him. He’d promised her a change of clothes… Purple. She looked commanding in purple. Regal. T’Pol would of course use whatever toiletries were available in the decon shower without complaint, as logic demanded, but she hated that stuff. He added her shampoo to the bag. 

Right. Tea. He set out a pair of small mugs and looked through the assortment of containers on the shelf. 

Chamomile for the lady. And for himself… Mint? No. He stared blankly at the options hoping for inspiration. Maybe she had some of that spiced Andorian blend left. He picked up an unfamiliar jar and lifted the lid. 

The heavenly aroma hit him instantly. 

Coffee.

The kind with a hint of nutmeg that he really liked. He didn’t even remember telling her that. 

Trip felt the sting of tears in his eyes and the back of his throat and swallowed against the sudden swell of emotion. She could be so sweet when she wasn’t driving him crazy. He knew she was just as terrified as he was, but she really was gonna be a great mom. 

Had he told her that before he left? Everything was a blur.  He pictured T’Pol, with her big worried eyes, holding that chubby baby and rocking her gently, and he felt something squeeze in his chest.

Maybe he’d tell her some other things while he was at it. 

And as for the other “her”… Well, what do you even call a half-Vulcan baby anyway? He considered as he slid the bag over his good arm and picked up the two steaming mugs. Other than sweetheart, he supposed. Or darlin’. Or daddy’s little girl. He grinned. Yeah, that’d do for now. 

[dcxdpdabbles]

Jack: What do you want Alfred: Son, please- Jack: Not your son. Not since you walked out on Mom to go to jolly old England. How's that going, by the way? I heard you walked out on your daughter there, too. Alfred: I know I wasn't the best Father, and you have no reason to forgive me, but this is a matter of life and Death. Jack: Oh, big surprise, good old Dad only comes around when he needs something. How about some tea and biscuits while we're at it? Alfred: Please listen. A few hours ago, the Justice League was compromised. Batman was able to send me a coded message that they were being mind-controlled by ghosts before he was captured. You and your wife are the only known contacts for Phantom. The world needs his help before the Justice League goes on a planned massacre. Jack: ....Fine, but only because thousands of innocent people could get hurt. *Turns to shout up the stairs* Danny! Can you come down here?! Alfred: We don't have time for your kids. We must move before- Jack: Unlike you, I always have time for my kids, but no, this isn't just a moment when you met your grandson. You need Phantom, don't you? Alfred: Yes? Jack: Then you need Danny. Danny: Did you need me, Dad? *looks at door* Who's this? Jack: The man who would rather be a butler/nanny to someone's kid than be a decent Father. Also, your new teammate for the upcoming battle. We're going to punch Batman in his dad-stealing face. Danny shifting into Phantom: FINALLY.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Danny Fenton, aka Phantom, has been given a new task!

In short, literally no one in the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms wants their mostly peaceful afterlife to be rocked by a certain Gotham rogue named Joker. Which, when he dies, is almost sure to happen because of whatever the hell was in that vat he dropped in included ectoplasm. So, yay, he’s also a little ghostly too, meaning he *is* pretty hard to kill. Unfortunately, there’s also a certain vigilante that is quite keen to murder him in recent years.

So now Danny has to keep the mass murderer trauma clown alive for as long as he possibly can while attempting to keep the Joker from. Well. Being the Joker.

Oh, and naturally, Danny got this assignment AFTER Joker got out of Arkham. Again. And entirely blew up the asylum. Time to join the Goonion, he is NOT doing this without getting PAID, thank you.

[ohkate]

"To be a father is to discover your own heart walking around outside your body, to guide and protect while allowing the space for another soul to grow." — John Eldredge

[egophiliac]

new chapter 7 installment dropped how we feelin????

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

THAT'S HIS DAD

[fresanita]

Angel Dust Turns Human pt6

"Alastor & Angels background 3"

Pg1 Pg2 Pg3 Pg4 Pg5

Originally this was part of pt5, but Tumblr doesn't allow more than 31 pics so☹️ Sorry it took awhile, I've been putting off positing this mainly cuz I've been busy w assignments and wanting to catch up w my hobbies💔 but I finally finished fall classes so YAYAYA🙂

Antoní is PLATONICALLY blushing bc he's flustered that someone would care enough to give him something in general🙂🫶!! He's thinking, 'Woah, a whole scarf! Omg, this is so sweet and kind!!' (NO ITS NOT IT'S THE BARE MINUMUM-). Also, sorry, Alastors shoulders kinda look less broad😓! Also, pg 15 (or 16?) Angel dust's cheeks look more pinchable than I remember lol🤭!

Anyways, we're finally kinda back to the present!😁 but uh-oh, Angel knows there'll be consequences eventually☹️ I feel like Alastor has only been saying Antoní, but I promise he'll have more dialogue in the next one😥!!! He just missed his little boy; he hasn't said that name in years!! Also, I should let it be known that Angel Dust's human form WILL be getting a haircut‼️ it may look aesthetically messy, but it's actually just clumped up hair!🤫

Again, sorry for the delay and hope you like pt6🙂🫶

Tag list: @diffidentphantom

[sipsoftea]

Since I did one for my first farmer, I obviously had to do one for my second. We don’t play favorites in this house (except we totally do, I love her sm)

Her name is Jeannie, and she’s a half vampire on her dad’s side. Other than her appearance, vampirism hasn’t really affected her life that much, she just has to deal with a mild garlic allergy and getting sunburnt real easy. She also ages a tad slower than a normal person, but she does still age

[bookinit02]

guys i. literally last night i read a nonfiction piece at writer’s open mic. not that unusual. my favorite professor was there. Slightly unusual. afterwards he knelt down by me in TEARS and told me to never stop writing. boom. instantly started sobbing. what is WRONG WITH HIM

[science-lings]

I need some direction,

*an important part of this idea is the part where Bruce takes this opportunity to be affectionate towards his angry son and gets his hunch of Jason still having a strong soft side reaffirmed. He was pretty sure his son was still a sweetie pie but it's nice to see it first hand bc he sure as hell wouldn't do that kind of thing in front of his dad. He's that stubborn cat that sits on Jason's chest to force him to rest and takes advantage of his adorable new form to take care of his reckless son. Also after trying for a few days to pass along the message that he's not just a cat and Jason would not catch on he just gave up and set his objective to Being Clingy.

[tchutomu]

reading a book named "the sunshine court" shouldn't have made me cry so hard and loud and ugly that I couldn't even read the screen of my stupid e-reader anymore yet here we are

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I really hope that the second season of dead boy detectives allows Charles to properly unpack some of the baggage from his life because god he has a lot to process and work through without either being viscerally reminded of his trauma or putting himself in peril for the people he loves every fucking episode

[saym0-0]

i have A Choice to make. im making a life series punk band au around ties (and later gem and the scotts) and i cant decide if i want to stay true to canon (deadbeat dad etho runs off to play w his band) or if i want to make etho stepping back from the band because he has children now a plot point. i dont watch etho i have no idea which is more in character/funnier 😭😭😭

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

Ok I know I'm heavily biased here but like I kinda love that Astarion's romance is one of the few in this type of video game where you basically end up canonically unmarried and childfree in his "good" ending? Just travelling the world??

Like it's honestly the millennial dream lmfaoo cannot believe i chose what would undoubtedly be my favorite option, first try

[ratatatastic]

there is nothing funnier than jameson bringing up the way mackie's dad tried to get him with tate mcrae (to which his dad subsequently deleted the tweet soon thereafter) but the damage was done and yes mackie was chirped hard for it both by fellow kitties and his other friends alike but its okay he thought it was funny either way

shame it didnt work though or so he wishes...

BMW Teammate of the Month | 1.14.25 (x)

[youngpettyqueen]

did you know that there 8 actors who have been in all 3 members of the "sci fi trifecta" (Star Trek, Star Wars, Doctor Who) and did you know that one of them is Siddig. in related news guess who's finally gonna listen to Doctor Who audios

[spock-stark7]

One day you’re 11 years old going to the movies to watch the new Spider-Man movie that your cousin wants to watch, you fall in love with that Iron Man dude who’s in the movie for like five minutes, you get obsessed over their father and son relationship, you go back to watch all the marvel movies to have ever existed and the next day you’re 18 and very worried about a thing called Doomsday and Secret Wars