#they are father son at best

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

why are people out here shipping my boy tintin, hes aroace and does not understand love and i will take no criticism

[rooniearts]

Okay, but imagine Sir Galahad asking his father (Lancelot) for advice on dealing with his annoying companion who simply refuses to cooperate.

I can only imagine the "advice" he would give his son.

Lancelot is a warrior, not a tour guide.

Y'know, maybe his one-size-fits-all solutions aren't always helpful

[dailygihun]

day 36 || gi-hun is so Loud about everything in s1 and i deeply adore it

[honeymoonsimmer]

silent grove's townsfolk so far 👨‍💻

ALSO i have 28 clubs on my spreadsheet for this save and only made 3 of them so far OOF. also dont mind the bios jsdsjods i didn't know what to put in them

[peace-hunter]

I need to know what the thirteen’s reaction was to first seeing Bumblebee I bet they where like he is definitely our new nephew because Optimus is basically his dad no matter the continuity

they love him dearly <33 and optimus is not above using this to his advantage <333

haunted au

[yuukirita]

We can have both! Horn Bee- AND puppy bee. Solution? make em move.

Also Optimus Prime's lil antenna things move as well because I want to.

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[pucksandpower]

No better way to mark their home race than a Leclerc family front row lockout for the Monaco Grand Prix.

[thevoidstaredback]

Part 1

Jason took Danny to his apartment. It wasn't even a question of where the kid was going, but instead a question of how the hell he was going to take care of a child. None of the former rogues he knew had children, and neither did the Outlaws- Except Roy.

Roy had a kid. Lian, right? Maybe he'd be able to offer some tips?

Jason wasn't fond of the idea of asking for help, but he did not want to fuck this up. This kid had just been witness to the death of his sister. There was no way he was going to make life any harder if he could help it.

But that all had to wait. Danny was still crying, though he'd settled a bit, and was still freezing. If he wasn't already aware the kid was a meta, he'd've been worried. As it stood, he was more worried about not being frozen before they made it to the heated apartment.

The motorcycle was a no-go with a child in his arms, so Jason was stuck to walking the block and a half through Crime Alley as Red Hood and carrying a crying child. On one hand, no one would so much as look twice because of his ever growing reputation among the civilians of the Alley. On the other hand, news was certain to get back to the Bats, no matter how many safe guards he had on his, admittedly weak, security system throughout his claimed territory.

Oh, well. Child first, Bats later.

Almost no one was out that night. There was a vibe about Gotham that screamed even more danger to anyone out-and-about if they could help it. The people that couldn't seek refuge inside were hiding away.

Danny, some time between where' he'd appeared and actually getting to the apartment building, had fallen asleep. Tears were still falling, which was a huge concern for several reasons, but he seemed otherwise fine. Jason would still have to check for injuries, but that would wait until the kid woke up.

The building was quiet. The rent was cheap, so every apartment was filled, but the people of the Alley knew how to keep secrets, so he wasn't too worried about this particular safe house.

None of the buildings in Gotham rented out the tops floors, so the entire floor was basically one room. The elevator didn't go up to it, but the staircase did and had a lockable door. This is where Jason made his safe house.

Straight from the staircase door was an empty entryway that lead to the roof access ladder to the right of the door. Passed the trapped door was the entire open floor that had been renovated with the basics any anti-hero could need: a kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, a lab space, and infirmary space, and the rest was an open sitting room. (Of course he'd walled off the bathroom and bedrooms on his own.) All of the windows were covered or blacked out and there was only one door into the floor.

Jason put Danny down on the sofa against the wall. He could see the kid from anywhere in the room, so he wasn't too worried about missing him. There was a slight concern about Danny waking up while he'd stepped away fro a minute, but he knew from experience that crying oneself to sleep was bound to knock him out for a few hours.

Quietly, Jason stepped into his room and stripped himself of his gear. They'd leave for his actual apartment when the kid was more stable and awake.

Part 3

[dohlaya-koshka]

i like how calmly Reed prevents the disaster that Johnny risks causing by opening his mouth

[prlssprfctn]

[is-that-sand-in-my-waffles]

I am so serious when I say that Kanan and Ezra have the best developed master and padawan relationship in Star Wars and I will fight people on this point

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

New dad Astarion who is about to see his newborn child for the first time.

Of course, he expects his child to be the personification of serene beauty and divine grace. Them to have their father’s silken silvern locks, his immaculately chiselled features—the artwork perfected by Tav’s wonderful watercolour eyes…

And then he actually sees the child and—well—everybody assures him that, yes, Astarion, all babies look like that barely a half hour after birth…

He kind of has to take that at face value because he hasn’t seen an awful lot of newborns in his lifetime.

But it would’ve been nice if someone had told him that newborns happen to look like shrivelled potatoes, because he’s really, really trying to not let his bewilderment show. 

Astarion swallows. 

Tav’s beautiful eyes are watching him, waiting for a reaction—an enthusiastic one, no less. 

Maybe Tav will believe that he’s overcome with emotions at seeing his firstborn child? 

“Oh my, darling, I’m…speechless,” is all he can choke out, though, being rather proud that it’s at least not a lie. 

To his luck, Tav only nods dreamily, her full attention back on the odd little bundle in her arms.

“Isn’t she perfect?”

Yes, perfectly hideous. 

Astarion only hums in a way of reply.

That—his daughter, he supposes—is with no doubt one of the ugliest things he’s ever seen, but he has a feeling that his honesty wouldn’t be appreciated after Tav laboured for hours to give birth to this…potato-baby.

“Come, hold her, Astarion,” Tav says, then, bidding him to sit next to her on the bed.

The mattress shifts under Astarion’s weight and he obediently holds his arms out so that Tav can gently place the sleeping child against his chest.

Now that Astarion can take a better look, he can confirm that his daughter’s hair is of an indefinable colour and that her features are neither his nor Tav’s, plain as can be. Surely it won’t stay like that?

He and Tav are so ridiculously beautiful, their child can only be drop-dead gorgeous, right?

Astarion’s stomach drops indeed when, suddenly, something occurs to him. 

Oh dear, what if it’s his fault? He has no recollection of his family whatsoever; it’s very much possible that he and his immaculate looks are the exception in his lineage, and that he’s passed on only those mysterious less-than-perfect genes…Tav, as per usual, can’t be the issue!

Astarion is still catastrophizing when the bundle in his arms begins to stir.

All of a sudden, gold-speckled pale green eyes are looking up at him as if to ask what the fuck this weirdo’s problem might be. 

“Oh,” the weirdo in question exclaims at once. “Darling, look, she has your eyes!”

Tav, hugging him from behind, rests her chin on his shoulder, so she can watch as Astarion’s finger tenderly strokes their baby’s chubby cheek.

Their daughter also has, as it turns out, ten fingers and toes, a cute little nose and a hungry mouth—everything that’s supposed to be there is there, and it seems to be working fine, too—which is a huge relief. 

And aren’t those the tiniest pointy ears Astarion has ever seen? Let alone the unexpectedly strong fingers grasping at his!

Astarion, worries forgotten in a heartbeat, can’t help but smile at the baby in his arms. 

She is perfect, after all. 

Tav, face hidden in the crook of his neck, begins to tremble against his back. 

For a second, Astarion thinks she’s crying but then her laughter fills the chamber. It takes her a good moment to articulate whatever it is she finds so very funny.

“She'll grow out of it, you know?” Tav giggles in between her fits of laughter. 

Astarion stiffens. “Of what?”

“The turnip look. That’s what you’ve been worrying about the whole time, haven't you?”

“I was leaning more towards potatoes—but yes, I might’ve been a little worried about that,” Astarion admits sheepishly, although a grin is already tugging at his lips.  

Regaining her composure, Tav reaches over Astarion’s shoulder, her hand joining his as they get to know their child.

“Give it a couple of days and she will look like your proper little elf—beautiful just like her father.”

A content sigh leaves Astarion’s lips, right before he presses them against Tav’s temple.

“That’s the second best news I’ve heard today, my heart, truly.”

[wide-eyedbrowns]

homelander trying to give ryan everything HE has ever wanted when he was just a lab rat, when ryan already has the one thing that homelander needed: a mother

[gremnda]

More of brother shenanigans and naptimes 💖

[afterlife-2004]