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redrobin-detective · 7 months

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I find it completely hilarious to think after Simon was freed from the crown and got to be himself in Ooo that he and Finn have a close relationship that neither of them understand.

Finn views Simon as a fellow human, someone he saw at their lowest point and now is on the upswing and now they can be buddies and go on adventures together. He also wants to do sleepovers all the time, what a bro. Simon sure is fussy with him, like Jake sometimes is, must be because they're such good friends.

Simon meanwhile is going around to people in Ooo like 'why did you let a child/teenager live alone in a treehouse with a dog and access to weaponry while making him fight monsters?' and when no one stepped up, Simon unofficially claimed Finn as his own. He checks in regularly, goes over a brings groceries, cleans up the treehouse, educates Finn as best he can on human anatomy, culture, history as well as other stuff.

Its so obvious to everyone - especially Marcy who is laughing her ass off in the background - that the former Ice King is trying to parent Finn who doesn't get it and proceeds to friendzone the hell out of his father figure.

#adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #finn the human #finn mertens #the idea of finn friendzoning a father figure is so funny #he has such bad experiences with parents in that joshua died when he was young and martin was a piece of shit #so Finn has such positive affection for Simon he just *cant* see him as a dad #Simon is dading the shit out of finn and its going over the idiots lil bear covered head #Simon and Jake (before he dies) have weekly phone calls on hows Finn doing and who gets custody this week #Simon makes sure every house he gets has a spare room for his kids #Finn crashes there a lot after Jake and Simon relishes the chance to dote and take care of his little boy #Finn meanwhile is like 'man Simon is a real bro a true friend a real good dude'

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ceruleanterrapin · 2 months

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I just made a terrible realization

In terms of the how old everyone is in the Leo Complex, I'm the middle child

Why is it whenever it's us 3 together I'M always the Leo taking Ls

#/lh of course #first I lose my own challenge of rolling the dnd dice by coming in last place #then I get spammed till my app crashes #and now I'm the middle child #I'm also the odd Leo out because I'm from 2012 #please I'm taking so many Ls this isn't fair #I'm so cringeloser core #is it because I'm a father?#did I lose my coolness points with the hip kids?#leo talks #moots #the leo complex

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lazorbeanz · 3 days

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Kay so apparently according to Netflix, the Sonic Movie fits in the genre…

✨Science✨

#sez says #Netflix pls explain #how does a movie about some speedy blue hedgehog and a crazy lab rat hunting down that hedgie gotta do with…science??#how do wrecking pubs..car crashes…and pushing people off of buildings count as science??#how does wholesome father and son moment count as science?!#…#well okay then #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic #sonic movie #movie sonic #scu #sonic cinematic universe #Netflix

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skoulsons · 1 year

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Thinking about winter and their physical affection and now literally none of these happen under happy circumstances.

#the second theyre together in their little father daughter unit #it’s immediate proximity and being comfortable with each other #and then it all crashes and burns five days after #but like!! enough that she holds the side of his face trying to figure out what to do to save him!!!#how she holds his hand during winter when it’s an especially bad day and she just wants him home!!!!#HOW HE FINDS HER AFTER DAVID AND IS SCARED AND SHES SCARED AND SHE PUSHES AGAINST HIM BECAUSE SHE THINKS HES ONE OF THEM #BUT THEN HE GRABS HER FACE AND HE SAYS HER NAME AND HE SAYS LOOK AT ME AND HIS HANDS ARE SO GENTLE #BUT SHE KEEPS PUSHING BUT THERES THAT FAMILIAR WARMTH AND FEEL AND SO SHE SEES HIM EYE TO EYE FINALLY #AND HE GUIDES HER TO HIS NECK TO THE FUZZY PART OF HIS COAT AND DOESNT LET GO OF HER FACE TIL SHES SAFE AND SECURE #AND HE WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND HER BACK AND BEHIND HER NECK AND HERS GO OVER HIS SHOULDERS AND BEHIND HIS NECK #AND HOW SHES COMPLETELY ENCAPSULATED IN HIS EMBRACE BECAUSE SHES SO TINY AND FITS THERE SO WELL BECAUSE THEYRE PUZZLE PIECES #EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY #AND HOW HE’LL PULL HER AWAY AND HOLD HER FACE AND TELL HER HE’LL NEVER LEAVE HER AGAIN #the last of us hbo #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie

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requ1mearrow · 6 months

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lost my mind, conjured this up you're all welcome

editing and singing done by me

#faith: the unholy trinity #faith #ftut #faith the unholy trinity #father john ward #john ward #gary miller #airdorf games #faith airdorf #airdorf #new bloods #and if a double decker bus crashes into us #the smiths #my stuff #cursed

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residentmommyissuedbi · 7 months

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alistair, ready for death and hoping his favorite little priest will come to give him his last rites so he can gaze upon him once more, not even dreaming about being near him much less touching him:father-

Victor, newly minted slut and fresh out the Iron Maiden he called a closet, ready to get fucked by the devil or die trying on the dusty ass floor:

#what manner of man #st john if you see this thanks for the chapter!#father ardelian #the homo energy will cleanse the devil #or maybe not #anyway Vic is about to get pagan pounded #and alistair will get his soul (whatever is left) sucked out his-*CAR CRASH NOISES*

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queerasian · 5 months

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succession script posting

#oh man. the way caroline is written as the distant/neglectful mother to the cruel/violent father #cant stop thinking about the scene where kendall desperately tries to talk to her about the crash but she just. she just brushes him off #i’ll post more of the script under a unifying tag as i continue reading #kendall roy #succession #queerasian.txt #succession scripts

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buckyownsmylife · 2 months

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Crash & Burn - Chapter 3

The one where Bucky is your father best friend, and the man you want to take your virginity.

Bucky is losing everything: his wife, his business, his house. And when his best friend is too busy to offer him the support he needs, you offer him your ear and shoulder. He wouldn't find it too bad that getting closer to you made him see you with new eyes, if it wasn't for the one thing you asked in return: you want him to be the first man to ever fuck you.

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Bucky? Oh, thank God?” Eyebrows furrowed, I immediately sat up straighter on the bed, instinctively reaching for my car keys once I detected the panic in her voice. “I… I hate to disturb you, I know it’s pretty late but…”

“Text me the address,” I interrupted her, scrambling off the bed and almost falling on my face in the process. I made a mental note - don’t try to put on sweatpants while on the phone with someone, but for now, this would have to do. “Do you want me to stay in line with you while I drive?”

My heart was pounding as I waited for her answer. I could hear the sounds of the party she’d gone to in the distance, but it was muffled - like she was hiding from it behind a door or something.

“I’d like that.” Silently thanking the heavens for her answer, I rushed to get to the house she was in as quickly as possible. I would have trusted her safety if she’d chosen to hang up, but that didn’t mean my mind wouldn’t race. I was used to jumping to the worst conclusions, and this particular situation didn’t exactly help me reason with my anxieties.

A loud crash came from the other line, startling me as I put on my seatbelt. “Are you okay?” It took her a little while and the most adorable giggle preceded her answer.

“Yeah… I just stumbled and fell over a plant. But she’s okay, I guess.” I could just picture her, petting the leaves of the greenery she’d accidentally disturbed. God, she was adorable.

“Are you drunk?” It suddenly occurred to me, and I was already chuckling by the time her “Please, don’t tell my dad” came. “Honey, you’re in grad school. Your dad won’t care if you had a couple of drinks on a Friday night.”

“Oh, right!” Shaking my head, I focused on the intersection I was about to cross while making a mental note to talk to her about how much she drank tomorrow. I really didn’t care about her consuming alcohol - she was a grown-up, after all - but she should never get drunk near people she didn’t trust, and it seemed like this had been precisely what had happened tonight.

“Are you close?” I considered the route the app was showing me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon.” She seemed to calm down at my answer, but that was only until someone started to bang on the door I assumed behind which she was hiding.

“C’mon, baby! I know you’re in there. Come out, let’s have some fun together.” My palms were sweaty as I gripped the stirring wheel tighter, grinding my teeth at her sharp inhale of breath. I hated that she was scared because of some dumb boy and there was nothing I could do about it…

Yet.

“Hold on…” I muttered under my breath, knowing she’d never heard me over the ruckus he was causing. If only this car could move faster…

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I tried to make myself smaller, hoping the wall would somehow swallow me and hide me from the guy on the other side of the door. If I’d known this is what Peter would become with a few beers in him, I’d never have agreed to come to this party in the first place.

I could already feel a headache forming and I wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow morning. I knew I would wake up hungover and most definitely regretful of every decision that led to this moment, but for now, all I could care about was that Bucky was coming and he’d take me far, far away from this evening and everything that had happened.

“Please, be quick…” I whispered, clutching my phone against my chest as I watched Peter fumble with the knob until suddenly, he stopped.

It all stopped, actually. His yells, the sounds of the music from outside, it all came to a screeching halt and my heart sped up in anticipation as I approached the door with careful steps.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yep, that was James. Feeling safe enough to open the door now, I unlocked it and spied the outside, finding the party had stopped to watch the much older gentleman who’d suddenly appeared give the owner of the house his ass on a silver platter. “No means fucking no, haven’t you ever learned that?”

He turned around and his eyes met mine, almost as if he’d noticed me staring. But if I was hoping for my presence to ease his anger somewhat, it seemed to have the opposite effect, completely.

“What did he do?” It took a minute for my inebriated mind to make sense of what he was asking, but once I did, I didn’t know how to answer it.

“I can’t repeat the kind of stuff he said.” I shook my head emphatically, refusing to relive the haunting things Peter had whispered in my ear once he’d cornered me into a room. I watched as he had the guts to try to defend himself, only to shut his mouth with a glance from the man in the room.

“I’m not talking to you.” It was all he said, and Peter immediately cowered. A shudder ran down my spine at the roughness in his tone of voice, but I wasn’t scared. “Was it dirty?” Again, it took me a few seconds.

“There’s dirty and then there’s just straight down nasty.” I shrugged, trying to fake nonchalance even though the mere memory of what Peter had said made me want to hide my face behind my hands. But I was an adult - Bucky had said so himself.

I shouldn’t be hiding, so I didn’t.

Bucky leaned closer to Peter, taking advantage of the grip he still had on his shirt. I hadn’t even noticed it until their noses were all but touching. “If I ever even imagine she’s had to put up with any shit from you anymore, I’ll make you wish you were never even born. Got it?”

Oh, wow. That was hot.

I didn’t even notice the giggles all around us - or the frown on Bucky’s face. All I could focus on was how warm his hand felt when it clasped around my wrist, right before he started tugging me towards the exit.

“Let’s go.”

#my series #crash & burn #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #fluff #bucky barnes x reader #father's best friend au #dad's best friend

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clitholic · 4 months

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i envy those people that don't feel anxiety when their fathers are at home

#female histeria #female rage #father issues #sorry for being depressing #girlhood #i'm giving the disgraced noble lady i rescued a crash course in naughtiness #i'm just a girl #coquette

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filmnoirsbian · 1 year

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Iphigenia Crash Land Falls On The Neon Shell That Was Once Her Heart (A Rave Fable) by Caridad Svich

#tcp #iphigenia crash land falls on the neon shell that was once her heart #plays #the oresteia #an open window #the fault in the father

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104-days-of-gifs · 10 months

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Another 104 Days of Phineas and Ferb GIFs: Day 42

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padawansuggest · 1 year

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Obi-Wan: *summoned to the council at age 28, his Padawan and master both refusing to leave his side when they hear who’s come to the temple to see him for fear of them stealing him away* Alright, let’s do this, what can I help you… all… wow. There sure are a lot of you…

Kenobi Matriarch: O’ben! My sweet little freckled boy, come give your mummy a hug! *pulls him in forcibly so she can kiss his cheeks and pinch them* Oh you are just the cutest! Ernian, isn’t he just cute?

Kenobi Patriarch: Adorable. Are you sure he’s ours, Mimi?

Mimi: Of course I am, a mother always knows. *lets Obi-Wan be dragged into a crowd of redheads so Ernian can introduce him to his four sisters, two brothers and three cousins that took the journey with them, takes the chance to glare at Jinn before grinning and pulling Anakin into her bosom* You must be my baby’s baby, huh? Lookit that blonde hair, so pretty. How old are you, cherry pie?

Anakin: *confused* Um, almost thirteen.

Mimi: Oh, that’s a good age. You look healthy for it, your teacher was a waif at that age, from the pictures we were sent while he was growing up.

Anakin: *knows that Obi-Wan was very paranoid and thin at that age, but not why* Yeah. He’s bigger now. He says he wants to grow a beard.

Mimi: Oh, that’ll be nice. His uncle on his papa’s side has a very nice beard.

Yoda: *comes dottering over* Happy we are, to connect a child to their home past the impressionable age of childhood that can confuse them, but wonder we do, why now?

Mimi: Does he always talk like that? Been doin it since we got here?

Qui-Gon: Heh, yeah, try growing up with him. O’ben used to mock him straight to his face as a kid.

Yoda: Spirit, he has! Gumption!

Qui-Gon: O’ben’s his favorite.

Mimi: He’s everyone’s favorite, from what I’ve heard. Now now, we don’t want to get O’ben all in a tizzy by inviting him to a family gathering, that would just be too much family for him to handle.

Anakin: Master handles parties very well?

Qui-Gon: *puts his hands on Anakin’s shoulders* He /survives/ parties, grandpadawan, he handles them by surviving them.

Mimi: Exactly. Just like my Ernian, from what nice Master Mace tells me.

Qui-Gon: *glares at Mace because he knows damn well her initial glare at him was from Mace’s storytelling*

Mimi: Anyways, a bunch of us had reason to head this way, decided to make it a mini reunion of sorts. Well, more like O’ben’s first time meeting most of them, but listen, my brother and husband and I got a bet to settle once and for all. Which we need to see O’ben to settle it.

Qui-Gon: *loves bets* Oh??

Mimi: Yessiree, we been wondering how many adult fangs O’ben has.

Qui-Gon: …I don’t actually know the answer to that one? He hasn’t bitten me in years.

Mace: He bit me less than two months ago after a spar. I startled him while he was in attack mode, but he was also still in sparring mindset, didn’t make the fangs drop.

Anakin: I’m sorry, what? Master has fangs?

Mimi: Sure does, baby! Alla us do. It’s Stewjoni genetics. See I got a total of eight droppable fangs, and Ernian’s only got four, so all of our kids have had a mix. We’ve even seen five in onea the boys, but he chose to get that one replaced, since it bothered him. We need to know how many fangs O’ben has to settle the bet.

Anakin: *eyes sparkling* How do you drop them?

Mimi: *pulls up her upper lip, and presses down on the gums above her canines on the left side, dropping two sharp fangs* Jus like that, sugar.

Anakin: *firm nod* Okay, I got this. *darts off into the crowd and manages to drag Obi-Wan outta the thick of it, before climbing him till he sighs and sits down, climbs into his lap*

Obi-Wan: *ignoring his cooing and snickering family while his child sits on him* Can I help you, Padawan mine?

Anakin: I wanna see the fangs.

Obi-Wan: *blushes super hard* I… really?

Anakin: Yeah. Your mom has super cool fangs, I want to see yours too.

Obi-Wan: *gives his mom a wary look before sighing, opening his mouth and manually depressing on each section, ignoring the way everyone in the room is watching* See? Not all that interesting.

Anakin: *looks back at Mimi* He has six. Who wins the bet.

Cousin 3: Gimme a minute to do the math for averages- *has the pad in his hands snatched by deft little fingers as Anakin steals it to do his math for him*

Anakin: Average looks like five?

Brother 2: Shit. I threw off the average, didn’t I?

Anakin: Were you the one with only five?

Brother 2: Yeah.

Anakin: Then yes.

Ernian: *fist pump in the air* I win! The pot is mine!

Mimi: *deep sigh, before coming over to sit next to her youngest and who she’s decided is a pretty good grandson* Well, we tried. *pulls a very confused Obi-Wan into her side for a hug* Still, we’ll be on the planet for a few days, it’d be nice to get to know you a bit better.

Obi-Wan: *blushy blushy* Oh, um, okay. That sounds nice. Anakin too?

Mimi: Yeah, O’ben, Anakin too.

Anakin: *snuggling against his master’s shoulder* We should all go to the room of a thousand fountains. It’s bigger. Less crowded. My mom works in the garages, she can come too?

Mimi: *absolutely enchanted with little baby grandson just like Obi-Wan is* Yeah, I’d like to meet her.