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grady as a dad is the swearing when you tell him you're in trouble. he's the "who do i need to kill" to your tears. he's the strong hug and the angry glare at the person who talks crap to you. he's the fierce and the bold, the daring, the sharp, and the fight, the defense. he's the sword, the fire, the rage, the burning. he's the ferocity of loving, the promise of fighting, the war that wages in the heart of every good dad, to protect their kids no matter what, and to do whatever it takes to keep them safe, bring them home, show them how much you love them. he is the pride that bursts to the front, the bragging about you in front of his friends, the my kid is the coolest, the pictures in his wallet. he's the pride that shows up when he cheers at your events, shouts your name in the most perfect moments. he is the ferocity of paternal love, that will fight, die, and kill for you.
elwin as a dad is the long rambly talks in the car on the way home from college. he's the advice that goes nowhere, the hug after a long day. he's the feeling of warmth in the bowl of soup he gives you. he's the extra blanket that's given to you because the air conditioning vent won't close all the way and he wants you to be warm. he's the warmth, the calm, the ice pack given to your cut, the pain relief spray from the first aid kit he tries on himself first to make sure you know it doesn't hurt when you spray it. he's the care, the firmness, the love, entrenched deep, that comes out in soft protection, gentle care, the picking you up and tucking you into his arms and kissing your forehead softly. he is the gentleness of paternal love, that holds you close and keeps you softly safe, carefully warm.
tiergan as a dad is safety. it is the knowledge that you will be okay tomorrow, as long as he is here. he's the calm feeling of rain on the windows while he reads a book on his chair, which you know is his chair because he always occupying it. he is the space between the kitchen and the living room, full of warm yellow light, wood floors and the smell of what's cooking for dinner. he is calm safety, a firm knowledge that you are going to be okay. he will do anything to keep you safe. he's going to be here, it's going to be alright. he's pulling you close, and he gives you a cup of tea after he sets his hands on his shoulders and looks you in the eyes after you cry about your nightmares to ask you if things are okay silently. when you nod, he smiles, softly, tiredly, and your cup of tea gets set in your hands. he is the steadiness of paternal love, that stands with you, stands by you, doesn't leave.
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Tiergan Alenefar Aesthetic so you can see the world through warmth and light, softness and gentle kindness, because the world is ugly, but you are beautiful to me
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble, it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Just know you're not alone
'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home
This is how we rise up / Heavy as a hurricane, louder than a freight train /
Mr. Collins was to attend them, at the request of Mr. Bennet, who was most anxious to get rid of him, and have his library to himself.
Children know by instinct that hell is an absence of love, and they can pick out theirs without missing.
Never do anything by halves if you want to get away with it. Be outrageous. Go the whole hog. Make sure everything you do is so completely crazy it’s unbelievable.
Even before I met you, I was far from indifferent to you.
I'm dedicating every day to you
Domestic life was never quite my style
When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart
And I thought I was so smart
You will come of age with our young nation
We'll bleed and fight for you
We'll make it right for you
If we lay a strong enough foundation
We'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you
And you'll blow us all away
With shortness of breath
I'll try to explain the infinite
And how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist
The Four Loves, by C. S. Lewis // Home, by Phillip Phillips // Resistance, by Skillet // Pride & Prejudice, by Jane Austen // The Habit Of Being, by Flannery O'Connor // Matilda, by Roald Dahl // The Importance Of Being Earnest, by Oscar Wilde // Dear Theodosia, by Lin Manuel Miranda // Saturn, by Sleeping At Last //
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