#dad activities

[doorstoplord]

She wait so patient

[xtrablak674]

What is something you and your father did together?

Curiously enough this question came to me in a dream last night, it was supposed to be something innocuous an older family member of my friend family asked me while we had a moment together waiting for this party to begin.

My first defensive reaction was:

"Not a god-damned thing, he's been dead over thirty years!"

Of late in my writing I have been basking a bit much in my anger towards my dad for being an overall disappointment. The one thing about exploring a specific time period is that it begins to jog memories loose, and also adjusts you're perceptions of the past. It wasn't always like that, as a small child I adored my father.

I wanted to emulate him in every way, so much so my mom would say, 'everytime you come back from your father I have to deprogram you.'

At the time I didn't really understand what she meant, as a full-ass adult now I do. But the idea of being programmed made me sound like a robot, and I adored all things robot-related. #Low-keyProud

My father enjoyed chewing sticks, which I picked up myself to see If I could get into them, I still have nearly a full bag in my cabinet, maybe two. As a kid I would put other things in the side of my mouth to emulate his stick, sometimes he would give me one and I felt like the most important person in the world.

He had a very low register to his way of speaking, once again I attempted to lower my child-like squeak to that of a grown ass man, obviously with mixed results. I even thought the way he moved through the world was amazing, and mirrored his gait look very foolish with my too short legs trying to do his pimp bop.

"We read comic books together."

This was factual, this was true, this was a piece of him that I still held on to. I in fact still have some of the earliest comic books he gave me, some as old as forty-five years and obviously in taters. In other instances I sought to replace books I remember he had given me, like the spoof of Batman and Robin by Howard the Duck. I can recall so clearly being mesmerized by the cover details, the colors, the fact that Howard was wearing black and white Chuck Taylors as opposed to boots, re-gendering Robin as a foxy red-headed lady, it was all so titillating. Also the photo-realistic qualities of the artwork made it feel like this was not an illustration but a photo of something that had really happened. Its important to remember that as children the boundary between reality and fantasy is very thin and it made me think this world existed somewhere.

I found myself on eBae looking for a very specific edition of Aesop's Fables with an orange cover and black and white illustrations all throughout, because I had recalled clearly my father reading this book to me as a child. Now he also said he read Rudyard Kipling's The Jungle Book when I was a baby, I have no recollection of that and ergo not as clear an attachment. The book I do in fact remember he not only read to me, but encouraged my critical thinking by talking about what we just read.

"We played handball together."

Mind you even though I think I was just shy of becoming a teen I was no where near as good as him, he having played in championship tournaments around the city. We used a court that was only a few dozen feet from his parent's home. He taught me handball and we played, but I hadn't even begin to hit puberty and my soft palms never adjusted to the sting of the little blue ball. I never cried out, but I would never become a fan like he was.

"We took the subway together."

Now this shouldn't be all that special, but for a rusty-dusty kid from a city that could really be a town, riding any train was a treat for my car-adjusted existence. He would pick me up on the Metro North, which was clean and had a smooth ride, but with him living primarily around Harlem we would change to the subway and back in the day they weren't the pristine things they are now. They were soiled, smelly and graffiti-strewn in essence they were the highest form of the New York experience.

He took me from Harlem, to the Bronx where his parents lived and I am sure sometimes even the far off place called Brooklyn. I was like the kids I notice today highly entertained not only by looking out the window of the filthy contrivances but staring at all the queer characters that used this vehicle as a means of transport. Bump Barnum and Bailey's, the train was where the three-ring circus really was.

"We played board games together."

In my young head this was monumental, because my mom never actually played with us ever. She seemed to always be perpetually tired even on her days off, so my brothers and I usually played amongst ourselves. But playing a board game with an adult was the pinnacle of childhood, but like I do myself now with my niblings, nieces and nephews there was some education behind his choice in games.

It was called Senet, based on an ancient Egyptian board game. It involved these wooden sticks a rectangular board, other wooden pieces and hieroglyphic-like markings. I could never recall the actual name of the game but I did remember the design elements, and working closely with Google found it, then pursued acquiring one for myself which I did on eBae.

I still love board games I love the competition, the back-stabbing the adventure, more importantly its something that you can play amongst close friends or family and can occupy you for hours. I of course also played Monopoly with my dad, that is a staple everywhere. But it was Senet that stuck with me decades later and I was so happy to play it with the kids, passing this tradition on to another generation.

Relationships with parents on a good day can be complicated, I think this natural friction is multiplied with their absence. The deficiency leads to the creation of characters that may or may not reflect the actual people. I remember the first time I felt it was actually okay to be angry with my mom, it felt impossible because I had deified her, putting her on a pedestal so high the luster of the polish would never crack. I realized that she too was human, and had failed me in other ways then just not being here anymore, and it was okay for me to have less than pleasant feelings about her and some of her decisions.

On the other hand my father was condemned from jump, to be fair he had earned his position when he had attempted to murder me as a young teen. But no one should ever be solely defined by their worst day, and I had never given him the benefit of the doubt that up to that point he had never laid a hand on me. To be clear I am in no way justifying his actions or his mother's inactions to call the police and have him arrested, but I think giving him broader context is important to understanding who he really was.

He was a tortured, highly intelligent, very literate man in constant pain from his exposure to Agent Orange during the war. He was an advocate for Black rights and autonomy, a wizard and friend to all children, a poet using his words to express his love for his family and his outrage about a society that was never here for him. He was an educator, giving his second born a very African-influenced name so that he could always hold his head high, a philosopher questioning our existence and wondering how we as a human race could be better and do better. He was a low-key nerd having a voracious appetite for science-fiction, fantasy and comic books which paired nicely with his love for jazz, blues and other contemporary rhythm and blues music.

He was a dichotomy, having married a woman only thirteen years younger than his mom, and three years younger than his aunt. He was complicated, being his parents oldest child and unlike his special needs brother ended up being more disappointing and needy. He was haunted by a war he should have never been in and being a parent to children he would never actually raise. He was a study in contrast, having been born to upper middle-class parents he had so much potential but spent his entire adult life on some kind of state or government support.

At the end of the day he was my dad, an honorific I usually never use for him because he never let me call him that. I think in some ways he was surprised he was a parent, I feel like he may have been developmentally arrested around his late teens right after when he registered to join the Marines and he never found his way back to who he really was.

The least I can do to honor him is to recognize him for not only his failings but for his successes, I think its what anyone would want of any one else. And unlike so many invisible fathers everywhere there were memories of things that we did together and in those things we shared our happiness.

[Photos by Brown Estate, Subway photo by Christopher Morris all rights reserved.]

[flamingostalker]

saw one of the chef guys I like to watch on instagram make a pan fried hot dog with ketchup and like 1000 slices of tomato. that guy knows what’s up

[diabloku]

An angel on one shoulder 😇

A devil on the other 😈

(sikes, they're both devils and they're talking shit)

[zorangezest]

more of this miserable thing I made, somehow it became A Whole Au… no it does not get any better for them LMAOOOAOAOOA

it’s a father/son descent into madness! im calling it DON’T DO THIS, DAD and it’s mainly about frenzy and soundwave’s extremely ill-omened endeavours to bring rumble back to life. yes rumble is very much around and actively haunting them. no he doesn't consent to this

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[morganbritton132]

An unfortunate byproduct of Steve’s neighbors always calling the cops on him is that Steve is like six years old and hasn’t really learned what’s appropriate to tell people. So now Hopper knows way too much about too many people.

Steve may not understanding the implication of his words, but Hopper does. Dick Harrington is cheating on his wife. Again. And he’s using his son as a cover. Nice.

Hopper predicting a noise complaint call in his future.

He knows that Angela Harrington has ‘special pills’ she takes for headaches and they make her sleepy. That’s why Hopper can’t call her when her son wrecks his bike being an idiot at the quarry.

He also knows that, despite what Steve thinks, Dave and Maria’s oldest boy doesn’t keep a skunk in his bedroom and is definitely getting high when his parents aren’t home.

He knows that their second oldest keeps porn under his bed. Steve told him that one giggling so hard his eyes were watering.

When Carol’s older sister babysits them, she bribes them with candy not to tell their parents that she left them alone.

There’s a newspaper thief in Loch Nora and Steve knows who it is. Tommy Hagan sometimes wets the bed. Benny Hammond will give you free fries if you clean off some of the tables. The teenager that teaches Steve’s swim class at the community pool accidentally burnt a kid with a cigarette last week.

Otis Harrington fought in World War 2, lives in Florida, and is apparently a ninja. Hopper is told this while being karate chopped in the knee.

Joyce Byers has a crush on him. Hopper knows this because Steve tells him that he heard her call him handsome and, “Nicole said I was handsome during recess once and then she kissed me. That means that girls like like you so Mrs Byers’ like likes you.”

Steve informs him, “You should marry her.”

“I’m already married.”

“Oh…” Steve frowns down at his hands where he scrapped the hell out of them on this sidewalk ten minutes ago. “You should get divorced.”

[gemsofthegalaxy]

They refused to show us their dynamic in the AU but it's okay guys I figured it out

[doorstoplord]

Commission for @goosemagician !! Thank you so much, this was really fun!

[lilybug-02]

Suspicious cousin. Walking around. Talking to leaves and stuff.

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[ovaryacted]

─ Jack Abbot x fem! wife! reader || WC: 990

CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. SMUT. Riding on the couch. Age gap implied [Jack is 60, Reader is mid-40s now]. Talks of Jack getting older [he's retired]. Talks of aging in general. Jack & reader are married & have been together for 15 years. They have two kids together (ages undisclosed). They are obsessed with each other, your honor.

I truly don’t even know what this is or where this came from (I do, I’m lying lmao, ask @maiamore) but I just wanted to talk about Jack Abbot who's retired and older and he's a little insecure about getting older and changing with age. That’s all.

Thinking about Retired! Jack Abbot who you've been with for about 15 years now. He was 45 when you met him, and now he’s much older. 60 years old with a teenage son that ran circles around him and a daughter that’s growing up too quickly for his comfort, both of them he had with you. You’re older too, the same age he was when you started dating, sporting a few grays and wrinkles of your own while you took over for him at the Pitt.

Things have definitely changed over the years in terms of your jobs, and you now worked as a night shift attending while Jack focuses on being a dedicated father and doing his emergency medicine teachings throughout the community and beyond. It’s nice for him to get a much needed break after everything he’s been through, after working so hard for years; and though he may be older, the passion and lust you felt towards him never really left.

In reality it got much worse. He’s been with you all of these years to experience the changes of each other’s bodies, accepting his dad bod, as you called it, and he watched your figure change through pregnancy and childbirth. Neither of you were complaining, far from it; that spark that you two felt was still very much alive regardless of the time that’s passed between you two. Though sometimes the reality of Jack’s age hits him like a ton of bricks.

The curly strands you love are chrome now, a light silver that he’s accepted before, but now there wasn’t an inkling of the pepper that was often paired with the salt. He was still thankfully blessed with a head full of hair, his hairline as strong as ever which Robby constantly talks about with playful envy. His once solid frame is covered with a soft layer of fat, still no doubt in shape and strong enough to do things around the house, and you often mentioned how seeing him wear crewneck sweaters still makes you go crazy. The slight limp in his gait is a bit more noticeable now, his leg growing increasingly achy the longer he’s walking with his prosthetic, but he’s grateful to still have mobility in the grand scheme of things.

Every day, you remind Jack of how much you love him, how he takes care of you and your family, and how he’s always made sure none of you ever have to worry about anything in the life you’ve built. And despite what he does for you and the kids, a part of him always grows anxious about his age, about the gap, not for the same reasons as before but because now he’s worried he can’t keep up with you. He thinks you’ll grow bored of him, that your sex life will eventually dull and wither away, and that there will come a time when he can't fulfill your physical needs the way he used to, something that he takes pride in and always has since the beginning of your relationship.

You knew what you were signing up for. You accepted all of him, all of the baggage he came with, and loved him regardless of the voices in his mind fueling his self-doubts. You know this didn’t come from a place of not loving you. He lived to love you, to serve you, to make you happy. But the rumors of the new younger, handsome, and charismatic surgeon at the Pitt cause the slightest bit of jealousy to flare in Jack’s chest. It’s not jealousy due to a shaky foundation in your relationship; he bought your ring 6 months before proposing to you after 3 years of dating you. Jack is as obsessed with you as you were with him, you’re not worried about that. It’s the jealousy of the new tech’s capability; of being younger, faster, more youthful—of being able to do the things the ER cowboy once did with better efficiency.

You don’t let those thoughts fester too long, not when you’re too busy riding him within an inch of his life on the living room couch, kissing him hard enough to make his bottom lip bleed and coiling a hand through his hair. The kids are already asleep upstairs, your glasses of wine sat empty on the coffee table with the sounds of the TV tuning out behind you. You whisper praises in his ear while nipping at his jaw, reminding him that you’d only want him, that it was only ever going to be him, that he’s the only one who can have you like this.

You tell him that you could give less of a fuck about anybody else when he gave you your two beautiful & rambunctious kids, the dream house he turned into a home, the love and support you needed to succeed and excel in your career while still having a life you didn’t know you could have. You bounce over him until your thighs grow sore, biting and sucking at the length of Jack’s neck until his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and he’s clawing at the plush skin of your hips. His biceps flex as he moves you harder over him and pins you down on top of him when he spills inside you with a deep groan, sinking his teeth into your collarbone as your slick walls flutter around him with the force of your climax.

You could give less of a shit about the new doctor. You could give less of a shit about anybody who wasn’t your husband. He was older when you met him, and he’s older now after being with him for years. You knew what you wanted, what you were dealing with, what you signed up for—and you wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Jack Abbot is an old man now, but he’s your old man. Yours to love, to hold, to fuck however and whenever you wanted. Exactly how it should be.

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[zorangezest]

the way i RANNNNNNNNN when i saw this template i had no idea i needed a sibling version of the character sheet dynamic

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anywya part 7 tomorrow!! wrooroeooeoeoeooeoeoeooeoe

[caffeinatedmunchkin]

Gifsets of Severus Snape

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[lilith-13x]

i love the idea of prythian having girl scouts

Headcanon

Rhys has a pantry full of girl scout cookies. Everytime they knock on his door he's like "Okay I'll take twelve" and just puts them in the pantry because he's not really a cookie guy, he leaves them there for the IC.

The pantry is even more full when Feyre is pregnant and starts craving these cookies, Rhys makes sure there's enough cookies for Feyre.

Rhys's house is like the the first girl scout stop because they know he will buy cookies

[crow-crystal]

DP x DC PROMPT

Waylon didn't plan this. He didn't plan to meet a kid in the sewers, and he certainly didn't plan on adopting the little tyke. Then again, the toddler kinda adopted him first. Danny was obviously a meta or something. No normal kid looked like a strange mix of fae and animal. Though the kid was happily calling himself a crocodile anytime someone asked what he was nowadays. It wasn't too long after Waylon adopted (Danny refused to leave and started calling him dad, so he gave up and accepted his fate) that another kid appeared. She was a spitfire, that was for sure, a little red-headed werewolf named Jazz. She was only a bit older than Danny, too.

Tucker is a meta (You decide the powers) and visits the family in the sewers with new random tech he makes. He was reborn in a nice (eh) part of gotham. His family chose to reincarnate with him, so they knew everything. They're just happy to enjoy trying things and jobs they didn't get to last life.

Sam is rich, again, much to her loathing. She's the daughter of a couple owning a company that is mostly focused on making things clean the earth (only reason she isn't seething), and also, she's a meta with control over plants. Her parents are infact ghosts that the group had befriended that happened to be planning on reincarnating anyway. They don't remember everything. Not everyone was allowed that, (ghost king Danny had privileges to ensure he didn't ignore infinite realms issues. Stupid Observants.) So Sam gets along swell with her new parents, and Tucker does as well.

Danny and Jazz end up being the reason Waylon gets an apartment. Its in crime ally, but hey, it's better than the sewers. (They still go down to the sewers. It's still their territory, their haunt. Plus, Uncle Grundy is there!) It makes it easier for Tucker to visit. (Tuck and his parents' visit for Thanksgiving and Christmas, Waylon has adult friends now, yay!).

Yada Yada, after a year or two passes, Danny gets summoned, and the Justice League is too late to stop it. Baby Danny is in ghost king regalia, confused, but before the Justice League can do anything, Jazz has already ripped open a portal (thanks wulf and cujo) and the heroes are facing a VERY angry werewolf pup and a PISSED Waylon Jones who's too busy picking his tired and disoriented ghost kid up and letting Jazz climb up his back while growling at the heroes to do anything else. Batman, in a rare sense of smartness, let's them leave without a word.

Batman may or may not be arguing with Jason about interrogating them, but eventually doesn't as a way to appease Jason and bc he knows the tired dad look waylon has.

[journey-to-the-attic]

ddvd pt 2!! the goal now i think is to have at least one with everyone....

[egophiliac]

Please elaborate on your twst Pokémon headcannons I’m very interested

I had planned on drawing everyone for this (I made a LIST!) but it. hasn't been going well. 💀 soooo here's what I have so far!

Riddle - Roserade (I was going with 'no legendaries', otherwise I would've given him a Shaymin) (and I don't think Togedemaru is actually a hedgehog or I would've given him one of those too) (...they kind of do fit though. hmm.)

Trey - Alcremie (clover/mint cream + strawberry/ruby cream)

Cater - DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD!

Ace - Impidimp (I feel like there's probably a better one for him, but I can't think of it)

Deuce - Scraggy (meanwhile I KNOW deep in my heart that this is true)

Leona - Pyroar (but like. a nasty Pyroar. just a grizzly old Pyroar with the shittiest attitude imaginable. they pretend to hate each other but secretly they are a bonded pair, do not separate)