#{ dad }

[mikelogan]

told my parents robert de niro's daughter came out as trans and he's being cool and supportive and my dad, in a terrible robert de niro impression, says, "you talkin' to they/them?" which like. not entirely accurate but he got the spirit lol

[theprairienerdtoo]

My father passed away last week so in his honor I am paying Tumblr to force strangers to look at a photo of him wearing his “chinmail” (my chain mail necklace I got a ren fair)

[thatpollguy]

How is your relationship with your biological father?

We have a strong relationship and rarely argue

We get on reasonably well

It can be hit or miss

We argue most of the time

We hardly ever talk, and when we do, it's fractious

I don't talk to my father now, we no longer have a relationship

My biological father passed away but we used to get on well

My biological father passed away but we didn't used to get on well

I never met my biological father

Voting ended onNov 30, 2025

[kinosnotes]

lil gumi learning to walk with papa toji ᢉ𐭩

to all the anons in my inbox requesting fics, i will be completing all of them so PLS DONT THINK IM IGNORING YOU!! i just wanted to write a cute little fic hehehe. also yes i did write baby megumi a lil different this time but its ok trust. AND yes i think maybe my writing style this time is a little different and less serious (?) but yeah pls dont bully me!! I just cba to put my whole soul into it everytime.. ARTIST IS 'ddub1618' on twitter!!

megumi learns how to walk on a quiet afternoon when the light is soft and the apartment smells faintly like soap and warm laundry

toji is on the floor with his back against the couch andhis legs stretched out. he pretends hes not watching, he pretends real hard. his eyes half lidded like this is just another day

megumi toddles towards him anyway

his steps are clumsy, knees wobbling and his arms stretched out like hes trying to grab the air itself. every few seconds he stops, steadies himself and babbles something that sounds important. like hes narrating the whole thing

toji finally looks down.

his chest tightens in that way he still doesnt have a name for

"cmon" he mutters, low "ya got it"

megumi makes it the last few steps and immediately tips forward, face first into tojis chest

toji catches him without thinking, big hand splayed over megumis back, solid and sure. megumi squeaks and then laughs, clearly delighted with himself

"yeah" toji huffs, a smile pulling at his mouth. "walkin' already, huh"

megumi babbles again, louder this time, hands grabbing at his dads shirt. and then, very deliberately he reaches up.

both hands on tojis face.

megumi presses his cheek against tojis, rubbing clumsily, mouth open in a soft little sound. its not quite a kiss to be honest. just warmth and trust and the way a baby says i love you without knowing the word.

toji doesnt move for a second

then he hesitates, just once.

he leans in, pressing a kiss to megumis cheek, soft and careful like hes afraid he might break something just by loving it wrong

megumi freezes, his eyes wide and brain clearly rebooting

then he explodes into the loudest happiest babble yet, arms flailing as he giggles, cheeks scrunching up as he tries to mash his face closer again

toji lets out a low laugh, surprised by it

"yeah?" he murmurs, brushing his nose against megumis temple.

megumi babbles back like hes answering, his hands gripping tojis shirt tighter, grounding himself there.

toji kisses his cheek again, once and twice.

megumi squeals.

toji smiles into it while holding his son a little closer, like the world outside can wait. like for once, he doesnt need to be anywhere else

just at home with his blessing.

guys i think i like writing megumi as a happy baby..hes so cute aw.

[benguissues]

[gh0stfood]

not now kitten, daddy's gotta shave 😘👍

[lizardho]

When I came out, I was SO scared I was gonna get disowned. I wrote a letter to my parents, sent it to their emails, put a physical copy on the counter, and left the house for a few hours to give them time. In that time I tried coffee for the first time, which was a dreadful idea, and got all jittery. I kept waiting for a text or something but nothing happened.

After a few hours, I didn’t hear back from them so I went home. My parents were home and had stacked a bunch of groceries on top of the letter without opening it. They said “hi” and I said “hi” and went down stairs to the basement. I held my dog and panicked about what to do. My sister, who knew that I had written them a letter of great importance, told me they hadn’t read it yet. She also told me she could ask them to do so. I consented to this and stayed in the basement. A few minutes later my dad knocked on the door and poked his soft smooth little nerd head in and said “hey buddy” and I started crying so hard I almost vomited. He came over and gave me a BIG hug and said that it was gonna be OK, he was OK with this, he knew it must have been hard but he was here for me. He told me he and my mom had already talked years before they had me about how if they had to pick between their faith and their child they’d pick their child. It was a very sweet moment. I came out to my mom later that evening and we were both bawling the whole time.

The day after I came out to my parents, I came out to my brother @inbabylontheywept at a Mexican restaurant and he took it like a champ. That evening my mom took me for a walk and looked almost angry - she said she wanted to make sure that I didn’t use being a woman as an excuse to not go to grad school. I told her I wouldn’t and she instantly looked relieved and happier.

My dad, on the other hand, seemed to struggle with it. He kept asking me if I had a boyfriend, and I told him I did not. He kept asking me if I wanted to go clothes shopping with him and I did not. He kept asking me if I would let him go to some of my shows, and I had NO idea what he was talking about.

Finally, 6 months after coming out, of awkward misgendering and questions that didn’t make sense from my dad, he excitedly pokes his soft smooth little nerd head into my bedroom again and says “I found a movie about Your People.” My people. I was absolutely bewildered, but he was so excited and I knew he had been trying SO hard so I watched it with him. It was The Birdcage, and it was amazing. It also was revelatory in that I finally realized why my initially-supportive father seemed to be having such a hard time with my pronouns and stuff - he didn’t know what the difference between trans and doing drag was. After the movie he again asked if I would invite him to one of my shows, and I said, “Hey dad, you know how about half the world is women?” And he said “yeah,” and I said “Well, see, I’m on that half now. I’m not doing drag.” And it was like a switch flipped in his brain. He was like “omg that’s so easy? I was so confused about what to call you when?”

Anyway, my parents are charming and my family has been so kind and patient with me, I like sharing the stories of my little wins with them.