father-one

anonymous asked:

If it's any consolation Gaster, as Papyrus' father, he will always need you to some extent. You are his father and no one will ever be able to replace you in that

-“Aheh… I suppose you’re right, anon. No one else can say they’re Papyrus’ father.”

“heh, what about asgore?

-“hee..hee… let’s not go there yet, it’s only a couple of months, sans.”

theguardian.com
Bernard Gallagher obituary
Actor whose six-decade career ranged from the National Theatre to Casualty and Downton Abbey
By Anthony Hayward

Rest in peace, Bernard Gallagher, who played Molesley’s father on Downton:

One of the actor’s final screen roles, over the course of Downton Abbey’s first four series (2010-13), was as the widowed Bill Molesley, keen gardener, perennial of the village flower show and father of the Crawley family’s butler-turned-footman Joseph (Kevin Doyle).

devouring-time  asked:

I know you probably have enough prompts, but!: Leo and his magic. I'd just love to hear about how Hawke feels using his magic. ...This was supposed to be more detailed but I can't explain it much better. Hope it makes sense!!

This in no way, shape, or form answers the prompt. I’m sorry.

His father was silent for a long time when he discovered that Leo’s powers had begun to manifest.

They were living about two hours south of Denerim at the time, on the outskirts of a small and easily forgotten village, when Malcolm Hawke discovered his young son in the barn trying desperately to unfreeze a bucket of fresh cow’s milk.

At first, they merely stared at one another, father and son – the former with a face like granite, amber eyes hard and unreadable, hands clenched in fists at his side. The latter terrified, tear stained, hands raw and bloody from pounding uselessly against the ice. Leo made a sound like a sob when his father turned away and walked out of the barn.

Leo was all of five, and had never felt more terrified in his life. His mother took him to Chantry services once or twice a week when the weather was good, and he knew, even at his age, that magic was a Bad Thing. He had been playing, putting off his chores in favor of pretending to be a King’s Guard. A stick had made a fine substitute for his gleaming sword, the chickens his worthwhile foes and – he wasn’t even sure how he had done it. He had reached, somehow, with a muscle that wasn’t there. He reached and felt full, alive, jubilant. Something brushed his hair. He swung his ‘sword’ at a chicken and ice went flying. The chicken escaped. The milk did not.

And then he was empty, and alone, and terrified.

It took him a while to work up the courage to leave the barn. His breath still came in hitches as he stepped out into the sunlight to find his father seated on a bench, waiting for him.

“Come here, Leo,” Malcolm Hawke said, and his voice was like steel.

Little Leo Hawke approached slowly, scuffing his feet in the dirt. He scrubbed at his eyes and he wiped snot on his sleeve. His heart was hammering in his little chest.

“I – didn’t – mean – to!” he said, and lost what little composure he had, and burst into tears once again.

Malcolm’s expression didn’t change, except his eyes softened from stone to honey. He reached for his son, and his big work-rough hands were gentle as they gathered him up into his lap. He wrapped his arms around his child, and Leo buried his face in the soft musky warmth of his father’s flannel, and he sobbed great, heaving, terrified, broken sobs. Malcolm didn’t speak, but he held him, and he waited for him to calm.

“You’re going to have to work very hard, Leo,” Malcolm told him later, his voice low and calm and steady. His big hands patted his son’s back, and Leo listened to the rumble of his voice through the barrel of his father’s broad chest. “You must be strong, and learn to control it. Magic is a weapon. Do you understand that? You could hurt someone.”

“Like – hic – the chickens?”

“The chickens,” he said, “Or worse, a person.”

Leo thought of a person, frozen solid like the milk. He thought of how cold the ice would be. He shuddered.

Malcolm said, “Magic is very dangerous. It is full of pitfalls and traps – there’s nothing worse than a mage who proves himself too weak to protect the ones around him from himself.”

“Will I – will I have to go away? To the Circle?”

“No,” he said. “Not if you work very hard and get very strong.”

“But – the Chantry says - !”

“Fuck the Chantry,” Malcolm said, shocking his son with both his language and his vehemence. He said, “The Circle is meant to protect men from mages who can’t handle their magic – who don’t respect the burden placed on their shoulders. You aren’t going to be that kind of mage, are you, Leo?”

“N-no.”

“All right,” Malcolm said. He closed one of his big hands around both of Leo’s smaller ones, and Leo stared in wonder and in shock as the cuts and scrapes closed themselves up. “Come on then,” Malcolm said.  “We’re going to have to tell your mother.”

so my father takes time off his work and spends his weekends helping my mother run her business, she does catering for desi food and its going quite well actually considering its run out of our house, but i just find that so amazing because the way my father is with my mother has shaped the way I think about women and my own wife one day inshallah, and that’s why it’s so important to have a strong, understanding, and Islamically sound father figure in one’s life, idk where I would be without him.

The Goblin Paladin

I do not joke.

It started off with two kids (one drow, one sentient, walking tree) where told by their father (a dread lord tiefling inquisitor) to kill all of a goblin tribe. That was fine till they came on a hoard of babies. The tree was attached to them, so the drow kills all but one. Fearing their father would kill the one remaining (rightfully so), the tree gave the baby a note and called him Gumples. “Live! Service!”

Lives he dose. 25 years later, Gumples has become a Champlain baby steeler of goblin tribes and raising them not to be evil. Though still vary child like and impulsive, he raised them all the best he could be.

Waba Laba, a third generation child of Gumples’ tribe, has gone out to save more goblin babies and spread the truth about Gumples, the only god of the Gumples Tribe. His law is chaos. His rules are OCD with keeping time. What he says is truth. Books are still the enemy! And he’s doing a damn good job at it all.

I can’t come up with this kind of creativity, people! Gumples was not a planed npc. My players have amazing imaginations!

Man, I love my party.

Armand Roulin

Loving Vincent follows the journey of Armand Roulin, son to Postman Joseph Roulin. In the film Armand’s father sends him to deliver a letter to Vincent’s brother Theo, after hearing that Vincent shot himself. Armand arrives in Paris only to find that Theo is dead too. He is drawn into the mystery of Vincent’s death, as he finds out more about Vincent’s amazing life and seeks out the truth about his death.

Armand Roulin lived just around the corner from the ‘Night Cafe’ and Vincent van Gogh’s ‘Yellow House’ in Arles, France. His father Joseph was one of Vincent van Gogh’s closest friends when he lived there, and Vincent painted portraits of all the Roulin family.

“I have done the portraits of a whole family, that of the postman whose head I did earlier – husband, wife, baby, the young boy and the 16-year-old son, all of them characters and very French, though they look Russian ”
Vincent van Gogh in a letter to Theo van Gogh. Arles, 1 December 1888.

Vincent painted Armand three times, and his Portrait of Armand Roulin in a yellow jacket is the one from which we took a lead for Loving Vincent:

‘Portrait of Armand Roulin’ and our final keyframe

As a painting, the portrait of Armand Roulin is not one of Vincent’s most famous works. Armand Roulin didn’t have the significance in Vincent’s life that his father Joseph Roulin did. At various points in the Loving Vincent script writing journey other characters were the central protagonists of the story. However they all held strong views about Vincent but we wanted a main character who started out rather indifferent to Vincent, and could be drawn into the mystery and magic of his world and the tragedy of his untimely death.

The portrait sits in the Museum Folkwang in Essen - here’s Loving Vincent co-Director Hugh Welchman visiting it:

Here are the two other paintings of Armand that Vincent made:
Portrait of Armand Roulin                                  Young Man with a Cap

In our concept trailer for Loving Vincent, filmed in 2012, you can see our first attempts at painting and animating Armand. 


We wanted the films audience to be able to see the real people underneath the paintings, and the emotions on their face, so we cast actors who had a physical resemblance to the paintings and who could bring that painting to life. Douglas Booth was cast as Armand, and the live action filming of his scenes took place in 2015 in London.

This live action footage was then used by the 115 painters who worked on Loving Vincent as a reference for the 65,000 oil paintings that were created and animated to produce the final film.  Vincent van Gogh experimented with a variety of painting styles and techniques, and our hero Armand often enters a scene painted in a different style to his own portrait in Loving Vincent. Our aim was that Armand should wherever possible, harmonise with the style of the painting he is invading.
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Eddie shuffled into the adjoining room noting the casual but comfortable furnishings. His hand lightly ran along the sheets as he pulled back the duvet to reveal the good 400 thread count sheets beneath. “Not his father’s hotel that’s for sure,” he smiled fondly knowing how much Graham wanted to be seen as different from his father. That thought had him going back in time to when he was a teenager and had accompanied his father to one of the Hollis Hotels. “We had slept on Egyptian cotton” he muttered to himself.

With a feeling of trepidation Eddie proceeded into the bath where he found a large tub big enough for two enticing him into taking a relaxing bath. Giving in to the desire, he turned the taps and adjusted the water temperature to his comfort level. He selected a scented soap to add to the water for some soothing bubbles that reminded him of the beach. While the tub filled with water Eddie gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Why of all the hundreds of hotels and resorts had Rory picked this one? Who would have thought Graham would have gone into the same business his father had been in? The man he said he despised.

Shivering Eddie shed his clothes and stepped into the hot, steamy tub. He tried to let himself relax but his mind whirled with myriads of unanswered questions. His mind kept drifting to the first time he saw Graham all those years ago. He remembered how his heart beat fast, thudding in his chest. It had been the first time he realized he wasn’t like everyone else. His first crush and it was on a guy. His desperate need to squash it before it became obvious to everyone. Too afraid they wouldn’t understand or accept it.

Yet he couldn’t deny how he reacted every time he saw Graham enter a room. The butterflies that made his stomach hurt. The way he felt like he would melt whenever his eyes happened to meet Graham’s at the same time. Or the way he felt he could fly whenever Graham smiled at him that would have him stumbling into something.

The Power of One Heacanons

A while back I did a poll for what OS you guys would like me to do a hc post on next and TPoO won that so! Here we go! 


Nessiah can play both the Piano and the Double Bass. He hates the piano though.

Nessiah’s father was the one to make him play the piano to try and keep him busy and out of trouble.

Nessiah never went to public school. 

When Nessiah was younger he had private tutors, but he was such a rowdy child that in the end, the only one who could teach him anything was Elia, his maid. From there he self-taught himself everything else.

Nessiah has amazing memory

Nessiah’s mother died of cancer when he was young. Nessiah doesn’t remember her.

Nessiah never really had friends growing up. 

Nessiah grew up to be a very spoiled child as his father would rather just give him anything he wanted to keep him happy then spend time with him. 

Nessiah is a pacifist. 

Nessiah has no body image issues 

Nessiah doesn’t care much for his Indian heritage 

Nessiah doesn’t get why holidays are such a big deal. He never really celebrated holidays due to his father 

Nessiah’s father was quite overprotective of him, so Nessiah was stuck inside a lot. 

Nessiah is a very curious person and hates not knowing something. 

Nessiah gets bored easily. 

Nessiah enjoys watching videos and shows a lot. 

Nessiah enjoys traveling and exploring.

Nessiah loves birds and keeps an aviary

Nessiah loves mysteries 

Nessiah hates being treated like a child or like he’s helpless 

Nessiah’s best friend is a girl named Aileen or Leen for short. 

Nessiah enjoys every genre of music

Xero has known Nessiah since Nessiah was a child. 

Xero has known the entire Kurian line for generations. 

Even Xero doesn’t know how old he is.

Xero has no living relatives. 

Xero is locked out of his powers and can’t use his magic. 

Xero prefers human fashion to daemon fashion

Xero dislikes humans and is very prejudiced/racist towards them. 

Xero used to be known as “The Ice General” 

Xero is aligned with Fire and uses fire-based magic. 

Xero is a pure-blooded daemon 

Xero has OCD and PTSD

Xero has been raped

Xero enjoys poetry and cooking

Xero collects floral tea sets 

It takes years for Xero and Nessiah to get together- Nessiah moves in with Xero when he is 17 and officially gets together with him when Nessiah is in his 20s. 

Nessiah is both bisexual and biromantic 

Xero is on the ace spectrum 

Xero bulked his body up since he couldn’t use his magic. 

Most the story of TPoO takes place in Pandimoria- which is the Daemon realm

Xero hates Daemon Hunters with a passion 

Xero has killed countless daemons and humans before 

Xero has been in a total of two wars

Xero despises politics 

Xero is very overprotective of his family and friends 

Xero keeps golems around his house as servants 

Xero smokes using a pipe and he also drinks. He like wine the best.

 Xero wields a zweihander

Xero’s best friend is another pure-blooded daemon named Balquor.

Xero enjoys classical music

All of Xero’s clothes are tailored

Xero works out every day and takes 3 showers a day

headcanon post: appearance

Though most are not wont to believe it, there is a man in the flesh underneath the mask of the Golden Demon.

His name is Khada Jhin.

Khada Jhin is a gangly sort, tall even by the most lenient of standards and almost gigantic when put in the perspectives of the normal stock of short and sturdy that the mountains of his home in Zhyun ordinarily provides. Much of his physicality comes from the likes of his mother, who is a native to the Ivory Coast region of Western Ionia– Jhin remains thankful that his appearance has little to remind him of his father, one of the few genuine gifts his mother has ever left for him.

His height is preceded by how reedy his body is: although fit and athletic due to the nature of his art, any weight on him is lean muscle and lean muscle alone– an ectomorph through and through. Jhin is considerably top heavy and looks the part, what with his hourglass shape and otherwise slim waistline. Predictably, he does not have much to look at from behind.

However, his body does not stop Khada Jhin from being nothing if not a peacock in consideration with how much time he spends preening and addressing any physical imperfections– he curses his left eye– to look as charming and handsome as possible when he is left without his mask. 

Known for his close-lipped smiles and crinkled eyes, he slides into the part with a clean face and healthy complexion, looking distinctly Ionian with his soft skin and nose, complimented by sallower cheeks and full lips. And… hair. A wreath of hair. A mane made glorious, if you will– Khada Jhin adores his hair (impractical it may be in a fight, should he be ever without his mask and cowl) and treats it daily to keep his black locks as pristine and silky to the touch as possible.

In public, Jhin is a chameleon. Handsome yet plain enough to not attract too many undue eyes, he rarely takes measures to change his appearance from what’s natural. Capable of adjusting his voice and posture as necessary, he ordinarily assumes the disguise of a wandering painter, with easel and rucksack in hand. 

Often has he offered to paint portraits of those in his travels, only for them to be unfortunately visited by the Golden Demon not long after they have hung his beautiful work onto their mantlepieces to impress dinner guests.

anonymous asked:

Karai/Miwa & Raph

Karai

1: sexuality headcanon: Demiromantic
2: otp: Leorai
3: brotp: With Shinigami
4: notp: With Shredder or any adult
5: first headcanon that pops into my head: She was homeschooled her whole life or decided to leave normal school because she found it boring.
6: favorite line from this character: “You were never my father!”
7: one way in which I relate to this character: Snark.
8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: Nothing
9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Problematic fave

Raph

1: sexuality headcanon: Monasexual
2: otp: With Mona
3: brotp: Turtles
4: notp: Raph/any adults
5: first headcanon that pops into my head: Umm… honestly I don’t have any.
6: favorite line from this character: “Faced my fear? I CONQUERED my fear!” I just like how Sean Astin said the line XD
7: one way in which I relate to this character: Hot-headed
8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: His temper ca be facepalm worthy at times.
9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: Ugh… un between. he’d probably kill me if I used cinnamon roll.

Okay, I’m starting to get it. Then, like people are saying, that means pink guy = William Afton? And any instance of purple we see is Mike. The SL guard and the FNAF 1 guards are both Mike. Springtrap is Mike. And Springtrap is going to find his (probably old ass????) father.

I think the one thing that makes me still think Springtrap is William Afton is that in TSE, William Afton gets springlocked in the Springtrap suit. We know that TSE is a complete re-imagining, but still.

ok so there was this post talking about how boys love flowers too and no one ever gets them any or like cares,,
SO we were doing awkward icebreakers in class and i decided to ask the guy next to me what his favorite flower was (half expecting him to say wut idk??) and he looked at me with a huge smile and said sunflowers and i think we should all just raise awareness that boys like flowers too

come to think of it, why wouldn’t someone with superman’s powers use them for physical comedy? like. buster keaton style. or dick van dyke. he is invulnerable and can fly, those are the perfect circumstances for a pratfall. half the time only he is aware that he is joking and he just looks like a clumsy asshole but he knows in his heart that the timing on that gag was perf. add this to my list of stupid fucking headcanons.

Originally posted by maudit

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