he would be an amazing dad

anonymous asked:

how do u think ur family and shawns relationship be if u dated him for a realllllyyyyy long time??? (like 4-6 years)

I think Shawn would have an amazing and really close relationship with your family. Shawn’s is such a massive dork and so likeable, so honestly, we would have won them over the first day. But seriously, because of how important family is to Shawn, he would - in the beginning of the relationship - have done such an effort to connect with your family. 

I think he’d be buddies with your older brother and your dad. Like he’d come over to watch football or hockey games when you weren’t home, because they actually loved watching sports together. He would bring the chips and your dad would find something to drink. Or you would be home and keep asking Shawn, whenever he was going to come to your room and Shawn would be like “Just a sec, love. The game is almost over” and you’d know very well, you wouldn’t see him for at least another hour, but you’d be able to hear all three of them yell at the tv, saying rather rude stuff to the referee. 

I think Shawn’s charm would have won over your mother rather quickly. When he came to your house, he’d always spend a good fifteen minutes catching up with her, because he knows your mother is very talkative. You’d be able to hear them laugh in the entire house. Shawn would ask her how much of a hard time you were giving her (as a joke), about how her mother was doing after getting sick and if she liked the musical she’d told the both of you, she was going to see. And your mother would ask Shawn about tour, his sister’s hockey games and if he still hadn’t gotten tired of you yet. Your mother would love Shawn, because he always asked if he could help with something. Whether it was preparing the food, taking out the trash or help cleaning up after dinner. He would always ask, your mother would mainly say no, because she knew the two of you got so little time together, but he would always ask. Always.

He’d be the biggest dork around your smaller siblings and your entire family would adore him for that. At every family birthday or dinner or whatever, you’d always find Shawn lying around on the floor, playing with cars or dolls or something like that with your younger siblings or cousins. Or he’d be out in the garden, pretending to be bad at sports, playing football with them and letting them win. Gripping around their hips and pulling them off the ground, letting all of you hear a massive childish laughter coming from - your younger sibling of course - but surely also from Shawn. Shawn would force you to come join and you’d suck, but he would think it was cute as hell. So you, Shawn and your younger siblings/cousins would be running around in the yard, laughing so much your stomach hurts and your entire family would just be standing in the window, looking at you guys and that’s when your family would think “she really found someone special” knowing that Shawn made your family, his family as well. 

Shawn and you would take your grandparents out for dinner or lunch once in a while and just enjoy each other’s company. Shawn would love hearing your grandfather tell funny stories, from when he was young and your grandmother would love watching how Shawn pushed in the chair for you, or poured up water for you, how his thumb was stroking your back or how he was always looking at you, like he was looking at his entire world. Your grandmother would always tell you “this is it honey, you found him” and you’d look at her smiling “I know, trust me, I know”

Actually, that would be the thing your family loved the most about your relationship with Shawn. Seeing how Shawn was around you. Always caressing your hand or cheek or back. Always giving you little signs of affection, without him even being aware of it.

They’d love seeing how you just lit up around him and how you always had a smile painted on your lips because of him. They would love watching Shawn support you in anything you wanted, always be telling you to go for your dreams and neve be afraid to fall, because if you did, he had you. He’d always have you.

Your aunt’s heart would melt every time Shawn told you he loved you and she’d watch your cheeks flush massively, before biting your lip.

They loved seeing how truly happy he made you and none of them would ever doubt that the two of you, were going to start your own family at some point. 

gengar-chan  asked:

Hello! Please consider this prompt/question: how did shiro keep up with his fitness once he got bby keith? because all i'm imagining is your designated neighborhood hot dad™ jogging with keith in his stroller, and doing one armed pushups with keith on his back, and playing peek-a-boo with keith as he does sit ups and wow

Hello there! Thank you so much for this amazing prompt! I had like a million different scenarios in my head and this was beautiful. Thank you for that image of Shiro as the Hot Dad ™. Beautiful. Shiro would have an entire workout regime around baby Keith and you can bet your booty he would keep in shape. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this lil one shot because I had a laugh writing it! Thanks for sending in asks!


              Keeping in shape and up to his work out regime was tough when you had a baby.

              Shiro always prided himself in keeping in shape and constantly working out. Before he was in the army, during and even after despite his depressive state. However, once he had adopted Keith, Shiro learned quickly that a baby would literally take up all of his time. He hadn’t realized that people were serious when they said that a baby would take up your entire attention and time, especially as a single dad. Though, Shiro wouldn’t trade it for the world.

              Shiro loved Keith and he loved his chubby cheeks and squishy rolls of baby fat. He loved that Keith was learning to crawl and roll over on his own. Though that was usually only with encourage from Shiro. More often than not, Keith wouldn’t look directly at Shiro or wouldn’t move all that much unless it was to give Keith a bath. Then Keith would make a huge fuss.

              However, being so busy with a new baby Shiro was finding it harder and harder to find time for himself to keep up with his workout. It wasn’t just to keep in shape, but it was also a good stress reliever and kept Shiro calm when his anxiety was rising too much for him. After only a few years out of the military Shiro still had his rough and bad days, where things became too much or too overwhelming. On those days, Shiro would drop Keith off at his parents to keep from doing anything that might harm his baby boy and lock himself away until he could breathe again. Although, since adopting Keith, Shiro’s anxiety and PTSD had decreased dramatically, but his workouts would still help every now and again.

              “Well Keith, if I can’t work out on my own time. Then maybe, we can create a Daddy Baby workout session.” Shiro snapped his fingers together while he fed Keith breakfast. The nine-month-old blinked, mouth full, at his dad and Shiro laughed. Eventually, Keith slapped his hands against the tray of the high chair and Shiro chuckled. “Yeah, Daddy and Baby Workout Sessions. That’s gotta nice ring to it.”

              Keith gurgled and Shiro winced when a splatter of food hit him in the eye.


              “Oh my, is it time? Do you see him yet?”

              “Oh hush. You sound like a weirdo when you say it like that.”

              “Be quiet you too, he might hear us if he comes by!”

              “Oh this is the most exciting part of my day.”

              “That’s actually a bit sad.”

              “Shush! Here he comes.”

              At the right moment, a stud-like figure came running around the corner. Sweat glistened off the tanned skin that were sculpted and chiseled as if made by the hands of the gods. Glorious, beautiful and luscious hair flew in the wind, bouncing happily against the figure’s face. Muscles bulged with every step that the figure took – powerful and beautiful all at the same time. The figures shirt shared the barest of skin and hinted at his neck, as if flirtish towards the group of young moms (and even some of their husbands) who swooned at sight.

              It was the Hot Dad™.

              Every morning before the school hour, he could be seen running through the neighborhood. Women and men from all over the neighborhood could catch a quick glimpse of the Hot Dad™ if they were out at the right time. The Hot Dad™ was fast and very quick in their runs and could look more like a blur than a person. How was anyone that fast? Or good looking?

              He was always pushing a stroller, equipped with plenty of supplies. No one could ever get a peek into the stroller to see the cutie that was the blood of Hot Dad™. Though he was always vigilant about keeping the stroller covered and out of the sun’s rays. He was constantly seen fussing over a hood or a blanket over the stroller and sometimes he would take a break to get a drink of water, sweat dripping down his face and neck; a tiny sliver of skin would grace their sights when his shirt lifted up.

              “Oh my, there he is, right on time!”

              “And he brought his baby as always!”

              “Oh, I wonder if he has a wife?”

              “What a lucky person to be married to him.”

              Shiro felt one of his eyebrows raise as he heard soft swoons from all around him. He even caught sight of someone fainting when he ran by. He almost stopped to make sure they were okay (people need to keep out of the sun in this heat; it’s so hot out) but they had a group of people helping them so Shiro figured that they would be okay.

              He glanced down at Keith in the stroller who cooed up at Shiro with a gummy smile. Shiro grinned before tickling Keith’s chin earning a gummy giggle from the baby.

              “So far, so good!”


              “Alright. Another set now. One, two, three, four…” Shiro huffed from where he was laying on his back. His arms didn’t shake a bit even with the weight in his hands. A very giggly and wriggly weight that is. “Five, six, seven…” Shiro’s arms straightened then bent at 90 degree angles as he brought the weight down at him and then back up to full height.

              The weight giggled loudly when Shiro straightened his arms all the way and the weight was high above the ground. “Eight, nine, ten…” Shiro brought the weight back down to right above his face and grinned. Then he gave it a kiss and blew a raspberry onto Keith’s cheek. Keith giggled and kicked out his leg when his daddy kissed him before Shiro pushed the weight back off him.

              “You’re such a good helper, aren’t you?” Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…” Shiro beamed at Keith who simply giggled when he was lowered back down to Shiro’s face. Shiro gave those big cheeks another kiss before blowing one more raspberry. “And you are much cuter than those boring old dumbbells. Yes, you are. Yes, you are.”

              “You’re the perfect weight for a bench press, and so much cuter.” Shiro beamed again and Keith giggled, kicking his legs again. “Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…Besides I like the rewards better with this than with dumbbells.” Shiro kissed Keith on the nose one more time, causing Keith to smile gummily and he laughed. Can you stay this tiny forever?


              “And down again. And up. Now down. And turn the mobile.” Shiro grunted and used his free arm to spin the mobile above where Keith lay on his stomach on a blanket. Instantly, the mobile of space ships and planets started to spin and Keith gawked in awe. Shiro then went down on his one arm and back up. He continued this process of push-ups until the mobile stopped and Keith waved his chubby arms. “And up and down. Now for the mobile again. We wouldn’t dare want you to get bored. This is your break, so rest up sweetie. Next we have some Peek-a-Boo sit-ups.” Shiro grunted with a serious look. Keith waved his arms again as if understanding Shiro’s every word.

              “Good job cadet, make sure you stretch. It’s very important to stretch the muscles and loosen up.” Shiro praised the baby while Keith stretched for the swinging mobile above his head. Shiro continued with his sets of one armed push-ups, not even breaking a sweat. Every now and again he would eye Keith and smile when the boy blinked.

              Keith was a great workout partner; however, he was also extremely distracting.


              “Fifty-eight. And Peek-a-Boo!” Shiro uncapped his hand from his face when he sat up all the way. He grinned at Keith who was seated at the edges of his toes with a big round pillow keeping him upright. Keith clutched a soft teddy-bear in his hand, gnawing on the ear noisily. Shiro grinned when Keith paused in his chewing to stare at Shiro with big eyes. His whole body bounced upon seeing Shiro’s face and Shiro laughed. Then he went back down on his back before sitting back up.

              “Fifty-nine, and Peek-a-Boo!” Once again, Keith froze in his chewing to bounce in excitement. Each time, both Keith and Shiro would get excited at seeing one another. It was almost as if Shiro was also the same age as Keith rather than a grown man.

              “This is much better than my old workout. You know, I bet my old comrades would be so jealous of you.” Shiro huffed with a grin when he sat back down and rose again. “You are the cutest partner ever and they don’t understand how adorable you are.”

              Keith continued to gnaw on his bear’s ear.


              “Oh, is it feeding time again?” Shiro huffed after his latest set of crunches. Keith wriggled on his back and Shiro finally wiped the sweat off his face. “You’re right, it’s time for a water break. We must remember to always stay hydrated.” Shiro nodded seriously before scooping his son up into his arms. Keith squeaked and bounced while Shiro carried him into the kitchen.

              There he prepared a bottle for Keith and a glass of water for himself. Together the two of them guzzled down their drinks, with Shiro holding up Keith’s bottle for him.

              Afterwards he pulled Keith over his shoulder and gently patted him on the back before Keith eventually let out a mighty burp.

              “Impressive. You could give all these muscle guys at the gym a run for their money.” Shiro commented with an impressed look, wiping up Keith’s face. Keith cooed.


              “And stretch!” Sheith murmured softly, pulling Keith’s little hands high above his head. Keith laughed, kicking out his legs in happiness at the feeling. Shiro curled to one side with one arm over his head to stretch while the other played with Keith. When Shiro let go of Keith’s hands and let the baby wave wildly with his free hands, and Shiro maneuvered into the next stretch.

              “And one more time. Stretch! One, two, three, four…” Shiro smiled when Keith gurgled loudly. Shiro stretched Keith’s hands above his head one more time and held it there for a few seconds.

              “Goodness, look at how flexible you are. Very impressive mister.” Shiro commented happily and let go of Keith’s arms. “Now let’s stretch out our hamstrings. Are you ready?”

              Keith spit.


              “Thirty more seconds.” Shiro whispered slightly out of breath. His legs were still stiff as a board despite the strain that he felt on them. They were at perfect 90 degree angles and his back was straighter than a line. Shiro took a deep breath in and loosened his grip on Keith, who was seated on his leg. It was proving to be a slight challenge (and who was Shiro to turn down a challenge) with how much Keith would squirm and wiggle on Shiro’s thigh. “We’re almost there buddy. Can you feel the burn?” Shiro asked while Keith blubbered on his thigh.

              “Look at how good you’re doing. The perfect model of a healthy boy.” Shiro gently pinched Keith’s big cheeks causing the baby to pout in an incredibly adorable manner. Shiro resisted the urge to squeal when he felt a burning in his thighs and calves. “Ten more seconds Keith. We go this.”

              Keith blubbered as if agreeing before slapping Shiro’s thigh.

              “Ah, pain. Yes, I must fight through it. Good thinking sweetie.”


              “Mhm, yes I do believe we deserve a nap after today’s workout. We worked hard.”

              Keith snored loudly.

              “Yeah. Let’s take a quick nap.”


              “Oh there he is, right on time!”

              Shiro glanced down at Keith in his stroller as he continued to run past the neighborhood moms. He found himself grinning at Keith who snored softly in his stroller. “Hear that Keith? Apparently I am a Hot Dad™.”

Imagine The Pretty Setter Squad like:

-So it all starts when Oikawa casually brings up Iwaizumi’s glorious arms and biceps and fawns over them and passes pictures of them around during one of their Setter Squad meet ups.
-Then Suga retaliates by pointing out how thick and gorgeous Daichi’s thighs are. And “Who can resist that face? He’s an amazing leader and would be a great dad.”
-“Ohoho this is war!!”
-So they all start arguing over whos boyfriends are the best as husband material.
-Akaashi and Kenma argue that “Okay but Bokuto-san’s muscles and-” “Kuro’s abs-” “Plus Kuroo-san thighs are also really hot and-” “Bokuto’s ass…” “They’re both really kind and caring and funny (and idiotic) as well…” “Perfect Husband material…”
-Shirabu gets all salty and literally brings out a magazine pointing out how Ushijima has an amazing body and how his face is hot enough to be a model and “Wow look at him shirtless…” and “He’s 3rd best and beat Bokuto-san.” (Akaashi and Kenma let that one slide cuz okay that one is true.) “He’s really innocent that’s cute.”
-“Why do you keep magazines with Ushibaka in them…”-Oikawa
-Semi just kinda… “Tendou is… hot in his own way… and is… sweet?” *nervously sweats*
-“Iwa-chan is great with kids and knows how to cheer people up and helps anyone who needs it.”
-Kageyama who has been quiet all this time just calmly pulls out a picture of a smiling Hinata with a volleyball and the cuteness radiating from it is enough to get everybody blushing.
-“Hinata doesn’t have what you call the hottest body and to be honest I’m the seme but he is the cutest and everyone loves him. He can make you smile no matter what. Perfect waifu. I win.” He says with a smug face.
-“$5 from all of you please senpais. Thanks.”
-Oikawa flips the table.
-They get kicked out.

i can’t believe space dad j'onn j'onzz has known this entire time that alex danvers is a huge lesbian since he can read minds and it makes me wonder did he ever read her mind when she was trying to figure out if she’s gay?? like throughout the day she would subconsciously just think about how amazing girls are and j'onn is just like “alex are you kidding me there is no way you are straight” but being the respectful, supportive father he is he just let her figure it out and then wait for her to tell him on her own terms


What I learned, honestly, is if there is that much of a pull…there was really nothing that could keep me away from him. Once we really started dating, I knew that we would get married. That’s so cheesy, but now that I’ve dated a bunch of people, then found him and gotten married, you really do know. You really do. So if you’ve got doubts and you’re not sure, the answer is no, it’s not right. That’s what I think because it only gets harder. You get used to each other. We’re great friends, he’s an amazing man, and he’s fun. My kids are so lucky that he’s their dad. He’s smart, he’s sensitive, he was everything that I was looking for. So it was so dumb [ to try and not date] because there was nothing that could have stopped me because he was the right person. 

i just finished the oa and all i have to say is that we need a spinoff series that just has buck being happy and loved and maybe also features his dad getting punched in the face that would be nice too

Bully Beware

Request: I am in love with all or your stories! Could you maybe write something where Bucky is a single father of a little girl, and he’s trying to teach her self-defense when he finds out she’s being bullied at school?- from anonymous

dad!Bucky Barnes X Reader (kinda? alludes to?)

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: Mentions of schoolyard violence

A/N: This might have gotten a little bit away from me, but I hope it’s okay and you like it! I don’t know anything about parenting so.. Again, Feedback would be freaking amazing. 

Bucky was running late. It was always like this. There never seemed to be enough time in a day for him to get everything completed on his daily task list. He always thought it was normal, for being a single parent to feel a little overwhelmed at times. Lately he had been feeling this way all the time. Running his hands over his face, he hit the familiar speed dial button on his programmed work phone and waited for an answer. 

“Buck, whats up? I though that you had an early day today?” Steve’s voice rang throughout Bucky’s office. 

“I know, I was supposed to leave hours ago… Listen can you do me a huge favour?” 

“Yes, I will pick up Maisie. But Buck.. You have to talk to your boss, this is like.. the sixth time in the last two weeks. I know things are tough right n-” 

“I know Steve. I know..” he sighed. “I’m just… If I get the promotion I can work from home, set my own hours. Every time I get ahead, I get pushed back a couple steps. Fuck..” 

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Whatever you do don't imagine that Mr and Mrs Holmes liked to take pictures of their kids

And that somewhere in their house, stuffed in a box in the attic so Sherlock will never find it, is a photo album.

Don’t imagine all the pictures of baby Mycroft, with chubby cheeks and messy hair, trying to stuff anything he can get his hands on in his mouth: his rattle, the corner of a book, a test tube if he can find one. And he’s always laughing, and his mum and dad would say he’s the happiest baby they’ve ever seen.

Don’t imagine little toddler Mycroft holding his baby sister for the first time. He’s amazed by her and he loves her and he never wants to let her go. Don’t imagine Mycroft sitting with her on the sofa, or baking with her in the kitchen, or pushing her on the swing.

Don’t imagine Mycroft and Eurus bringing their little brother home for the first time. And Mycroft is delighted because he knows what he’s doing and he can’t wait to teach this little boy to speak and walk and he can’t wait to teach Eurus how to be a big sister. But Eurus is sulky and angry and jealous because she doesn’t want to be a big sister. Don’t imagine Mycroft protecting his little brother, and Eurus getting more and more jealous as each picture is taken. Don’t imagine Mycroft’s expression slipping from one of childish joy and excitement to one of worry and fear that doesn’t belong on the face of a boy.

Don’t imagine baby William being born, and Mycroft no longer being excited, but being afraid that he’ll have to protect someone else. Don’t imagine Eurus exploding with rage, not even hiding her hatred of her brothers for the pictures anymore. Don’t imagine William and Sherrinford growing up together and being best friends. Don’t imagine how Mycroft is barely in the pictures anymore, because he’s so busy being a ‘proper big brother’ that he no longer gets to be a kid. Don’t imagine Eurus lurking in the back of every picture, glaring and fuming.

Don’t imagine the pictures suddenly stopping.

And by the very last picture Mycroft is twelve, and he’s far too wise for twelve, and far too fearful for twelve, and all he wanted was to be a good big brother, and he’d do anything to protect Sherlock. And Sherlock is five and he’s confused and upset and he thinks he’s lost his dog and his brother won’t tell him about it and he doesn’t understand why Mycroft won’t play with him, because he doesn’t have his dog to play with anymore, and Mycroft is a rubbish big brother.

And all the bright clothes and cheerful expressions of the previous photos have been exchanged for dark suits, far too grown up for children that age, and somber expressions, eyes cast down at the floor. And Sherlock won’t even let Mycroft touch him, never mind pick him up and hug him like he used to.

Don’t imagine Mr and Mrs Holmes keeping a photo album.

BTS when you want to adopt kids in the future because you’re too scared to have them yourself {REQUEST}

Kim Seokjin/Jin:

Jin would be totally fine with it. So long as he’s a mom dad he’ll be fine. He would try to convince you to see past your fear though. But when the time comes he’d support your decision.

“But think of how amazing it would be to have your own flesh and blood on the earth!”

Originally posted by teamoseokjin

Min Yoongi/Suga:

Yoongi, like Namjoon, would have you sit down so you two could discuss this further. He would also be very involved in the whole adoption process as well.

“I love you and I love our future child. Nothing will change that,”

Originally posted by taeguk

Kim Namjoon/Rap Monster:

Namjoon would understand, but sit you down to talk so he could have a better understanding of your fear. 

“Ok, I get it. It’s a reasonable fear Jagiya,” 

Originally posted by taestylips

Jung Hoseok/J-Hope:

Hobi wouldn’t really care. He’d love the child no matter what. Hoseok would be very supportive of you and your choice.

“I still get to be a dad right? See? No harm done.”

Originally posted by wintaeangel

Park Jimin/Jimin:

Jimin would be very understanding. Sure, he wanted to have kids of his own but to him you come first.

“I understand Jagiya. No I’m not mad, don’t worry,”

Originally posted by jitaeme

Kim Taehyung/V:

He’d be a little sad because he really wanted to have his own flesh and blood but he would understand why you’d be scared to have a child. He might ask to see how you feel in a few years as well. No matter, he’d be ecstatic to have a child of his own regardless. 

“That’s fine. Yeah, I’m a little sad but hey, I can still be a dad right?”

Originally posted by chimchams

Jeon Jeongguk/Jungkook:

Jungkook would understand. He himself would find the entire birth thing scary, not to mention he’s still young and would feel uncomfortable with you being in that sort of pain.

“That’s ok Jagi. We’re to young for kids anyways,”

Originally posted by jibeom


Superboy! Sketch based off of amazing original design by Jorge Jimenez. For the first story I wanted his outfit to evolve and have an origin so we wrote the first jacket as a thrift store find and not his official Superboy jacket (Yet!) Jon just wanted to be like his dad. Superman explained there was meaning behind the “S” and John would have to accept the responsibility the next time he zipped it up (Kind of a reverse superman shirt pull) I love the idea of giving it that special meaning. This sketch was used to coordinate between Doug, Jorge and myself working on different chapters of the story at the same time and the minor changes leading up to that point in our Son of Superman story 

Feel free to let me know in the comments what else you want to see. I want to hear from you!

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Having a baby with Oliver would include:

Having a baby with Oliver would include:

  • Being so scared to tell him.
  • It coming as a total surprise because you were both always so careful.
  • Oliver noticing something was wrong
  • Begging you to tell him why you were so stressed and worried at the moment.

Originally posted by innoc3nttt

  • Telling him.
  • Him looking back at you with wide eyes and an unreadable expression
  • Not knowing what to say so he pulls you into his arms.
  • “Love, why didn’t you just tell me?”
  • “Cause I didn’t want you to leave me” You begin to cry
  • “Leave? Baby this is amazing and even if I didn’t think it was I would never, ever leave you”

Originally posted by pleasingpics

  • You look up shocked
  • Seeing tears in his eyes
  • kissing him passionately
  • a huge smile forming on his face.
  • “I’m gonna be a dad,” He says as if the news still hadn’t fully sunk in

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

  • Him being really protective over you
  • Not letting you go anywhere alone
  • Giving you tummy rubs
  • kissing your tummy.
  • Talking to your baby
  • “Do you think he can hear him?” He would ask.
  • “He?” You smirk
  • Oliver already planning on what broom to buy your baby first.
  • “He’s gonna be a quidditch star, isn’t that right little man” He’d hum before falling asleep

Originally posted by univerrsoo

Walter Strickler: AKA A Number on Jim’s Speed Dial

AKA: Strickler’s hatred for human technology is quickly rectified by the amazing advances that the cell phone has brought him.

AKA: Family group chat.

So sue me. I want to see Walter Strickler called when Jim is stuck. When he’s in the world of the trolls with no help or aid. When he’s bleeding, trapped, sick. And he knows calling his mother would be no help.

So sue me. I want to know how that call would go.

So sue me. I want to see Jim collapsing at home, because he was cut by a creature with poisonous barbs and never thought to tell his mother. Because Strickler actually knows how to help him. Because even after he’s doing better, Strickler insists they all stay up together, and they sit on the cold bathroom floor playing monopoly to pass the time, waiting to see if the poison has set or if Jim will be better by the morning (he will be. but god the lectures might kill him again).

So sue me, I want to see Walt calling Jim with technilogical questions because how does this thing work, your friends make it look so easy!

So sue me. I want to see Jim giving Strickler his number because he trusts him, even if he might not say it out loud.

So sue me. I want to see Jim edit Strickler’s phone number and retype “dad” into the vacant box.

So sue me. I want to see Strickler texting one Jim throughout the day. Good luck on the test. I packed your favorite for lunch. Don’t tell your mother, but I replaced the fridge. What does LOL mean?

So sue me. I want Strickler to learn what emoticons are. And I want him to use ones that are completely inappropriate for the situation at hand.

So sue me if I want them to have a family group chat where they actively nag each other with odd nicknames and funny jokes. Where these nerds are broken and dysfunctional, but god, they’re so happy.

So sue me. I want Strickler, the Changeling, to have a happy family. One that he invaded. But one that is all his.

Jim: Hey, just checking in!

Strickler: ?

Jim: The big exhibit was today! Mom and I are coming to the opening tonight.

Strickler: You remembered that, and yet you can’t remember the simple facts I gave you in my class.

Jim: Of course.

Jim: Those were boring.

Strickler: >:(

Barbara: Can’t wait for tonight!

Strickler: Wear that new dress. You look edible in it.

Barbara: Darling!

Jim: Ew. Stop. You guys are gross.

Strickler: And you’re weak willed.

Jim: Teachers looking. Gotta run.

Barbara: Bye sweetie. See you tonight.

Jim: Bye mom.


Jim: bye dad.

Strickler: [has signed off]

(he had to sit in his office and breathe into a paper bag for about ten minutes to regain his sense of self. it didn’t work. he’s still flustered and pleased as hell.)

(he loves his weird family.)

Touch-Starved Bones

I got a request to do Bones! I had to complete the triumvirate!!


So I’ve done Jim and Spock, but has anyone thought about a touch-starved Bones? So he might have had a relatively normal childhood, he wasn’t abused like Jim, and he wasn’t neglected like Spock, but he has had his own troubles. He was divorced by his wife and denied access to his daughter. So he went from being an amazing dad who made sure that his family was loved and taken care of to being a childless drunk with no other option but Starfleet. So I would think that Bones built up walls so high it would be impossible to break thorugh them. And then he meets Jim. Jim who is a little ball of sunshine no matter what life throws his way. Who learned to care so deeply because he was never cared for, and who somehow manages to get being Leonard’s walls. James gets close to Bones after they meet on the shuttle, they become roommates at the Academy, and are quick to become friends. In the beginning of their relationship Bones avoids physical contact with other, but Jim loves to touch people and even Bones can’t resist Jim’s blue eyes for very long.

It quickly became a tradition for Jim to cuddle up to Bones whenever they are sitting on the couch studying or watching TV. He soon began to crave the comforting touch of the blond. When they were both assigned to the Enterprise, not much changed. The two could be seen walking down the hall, their heads bowed over a PADD, shoulders touching. Bones would purposely stand next to the command chair just so Jim would lean over and press his shoulder into Leonard’s hip.

It is a lot harder for Bones to allow Spock to touch him. He loves to banter with Spock, and he enjoys the First Officer’s company, but they would rarely touch. They would sit across from each other in the mess or facing each other on opposite sides of the couch. Jim was the bridge between them. They had both fallen victim to the blond captain’s charm, and would indulge him whenever he would sprawl in between the two, make sure that he was touching them both. Soon enough Bones and Spock gravitated closer to each other. They would sit closer to each other on the couch, allowing their knees to touch, their ankles to hook together. Once all three of the men had sat down and talked about their relationship the two would even share brief Vulcan kisses.

The entire crew notices the closeness of their First Officer, CMO, and Captain. More often the naught Bones would be in between the other two, like they were making sure that only they could touch the Doctor. Whenever they would all sleep together Bones would always be in the middle. The other two are very possessive of the Doctor. They both had to work extremely hard to gain his trust and love, and they were unwilling to risk another getting as close. Of course Spock and Jim are always on the Bridge together, so they spend more time together, this often leaves Bones feeling left out. He doesn’t seem to realize just how important he is to their group, and the others are constantly trying to remind him just how important he is.

The others quickly realize just how much Bones craves touch, just how deprived of it he was. They make it their mission to touch their Doctor as much as possible, to make sure that he never has the opportunity to crave their touch. The crew quickly learns that only Spock and Jim are allowed to touch Leonard. One of the Ensign’s he tried to put a hand on the Doctors shoulder but quickly dropped it when Spock growled, his eyes locked on the hand. Word quickly spread that no one should touch the doctor unless it was absolutely necessary. Bones took pride in his possessive boyfriends. He loved he fact that he was loved enough for the two to be so possessive of him, it settled a lot of insecurities that Bones had over his divorce. He would curl up in bed at night, sandwiched between his two lovers, felling more loved and more satisfied than he had been in years.

I hate the whole women cooking = duty versus men cooking = art

It’s such a shit thing to live by. One of my friends has a single dad for a parent and everytime she mentions that he does the cooking everyone is all like “omg that’s so cool! He’s amazing omg” but if she had a single mum, no one would bat an eyelid. Two things to take away from this:

1) Stop infantilising grown men. They shouldn’t be praised for basic skills.
2) Stop treating women like every household chore is easy and natural to them.

Women have been making art out of food for centuries and people need to realise that real quick.


I feel that when Eva and her brother are tiny, TINY babies, Junkrat has a protective streak that he grows out of when he realizes his children are SO smart and SO capable of amazing things. Then he’d become a that dad who takes his kids on the crazy dangerous trips, haha.

However, when it comes to their love lives, I feel his overprotectiveness would come back tenfold. I also personally headcanon him and Symmetra would be a tough crowd to please when the kids start bringing someone home to show off.

My Dad

Yesterday we lost one of the most important people in our lives. Never did we think we would have to go through this now. We thought he had way more time. Our dad was such an amazing man. He was always strong for all of us, he was our rock. Even having to use past tense words is hitting me. I still can’t wrap my head around all of this. He treated us the best way a father would. His memory will live on with all the stupid, funny jokes and sayings he had. There is a part of him in all of us that lives on. My brother, my mom, and I would appreciate as many prayers and good thoughts as possible to get us through this.

R.I.P Dad ❤❤❤❤

reasons why you should listen to Natasha, Pierre, & The Great Comet of 1812
  • is described as an electropop opera based on a seventy page slice of War and Peace
  • is described by a friend of mine as eastern european folk music but also country
  • but he’s wrong so actually don’t listen to that
  • phillipa soo is in it
  • why would you pass up a chance to listen to pippa’s amazing voice belt to this crazy lovely strange music
  • I was blasting it the other day and my parents came home and my dad’s reaction was basically, “we step out for five minutes and you’re throwing a rave”
  • no, dad, this is not a rave
  • because it’s tolstoy, there’s just so much nineteenth century russian etiquette and I’m a nerd who is incredibly entertained by it
  • and the characters narrate their own actions as they happen, which always sounds idiotic when I do it, but here I am just inexplicably charmed by it
  • there’s this one note that lucas steele, who plays anatole kuragin, sings that apparently was written as a joke because nobody was going to sing that ridiculously high note
  • but lucas fucking HITS THAT NOTE
  • I swear from a technical standpoint this musical is unbelievable and between lucas and pippa I basically spend the entire time freaking out because hot damn your range
  • and the music
  • the music is just so cool dammit dave malloy
  • it is certifiably one of the coolest things
  • just check it out okay
Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming


Request: Hi, I have a request, I hope you don’t mind accepting! Your writing is so amazing, I wish I could write as well as you do!

Anyways…Maybe you write a oneshot about the reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony (their bf, or dad, you choose!), being the overprotective dad/bf he is, has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. Can it be really fluffy?

(You don’t have to go by this exactly, feel free to change some stuff if you feel like you need too! Write what you think would sound (?) best!) <3

Originally posted by tonystarkz

You preferred your dad to your mom. Your mom got stuck with you after sleeping with your dad and being a woman who was a gold digger, she happily threw you at your dad to go on dates and get money from her dates. Your dad actually cared about you. Your parents had very different views about what they want from you. Your mom wanted you to follow in her footsteps. Drop out and rely on some rich old dude. Your dad wanted you to do well in school, to be independent and strong, and to make a name for yourself. You happily went with what your dad wanted since its more practical and you didn’t like the old men who gave you looks that your mom brought home.

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