#dad hours

[spophiearts]

his teen son and his baby boy

[sparrowsfall]

@ephemaera​ ! ( for riley. )

    “ You know, Riley--- ” A large and warm hand pulls away from the latest of his feathered patients, only for a moment. Only to rest briefly atop the head of the boy who stands at his side with ruddied, tear-stained cheeks. To muss his hair. He’s the single child on the island with enough compassion in his soul to seek help on behalf of even the smallest of God’s creatures. This bitty sparrow included, who very well might have died without Riley’s intervention. “ The things you do for love are going to come back to you. One by one. ” 

[bug-fables]

dnt rb !!! just a panel from the comic i really like :3

[xizcng]

What if...Xizong had children who did not annoy him? ;D

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰𝑭 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬   \    accepting   !

well, this is a complicated answer, because xizong loves his children –– if there are any faults within them, he blames himself for it. that all his children were born from the purest and most unadulterated of loves causes him to feel it was his own error, his own faulty fathering, that produced such vain, proud, ungrateful creatures ... he seeks to put his children on a path of righteousness and conscientious humility, but some way or another, he feels he has let them down just as much as they, occasionally, let him down with their bickering. still, xizong loves his children: he loves yicheng’s infectious laugh, the puzzled expressions that etch across wen’s face when he is deep in reflection, zhao’s charisma, lijuan’s cheshire cat smile. he wouldn’t trade them for the world; it’s his own ineffectuality he finds fault with.

[candycoatedemoboy]

it’s dad hours now and i just thought of WinMac being parents again with OC baby Jamie being cradled by either of them and

[sekizein]

" uh- a hume? uh- uuhhh- well i have--had--une! but i dun't gu there anymure, and the uuh- the subway is nice, i like hanging arund here- mhm- " ( (((: )

          “  oh. i see.  ”

          it hadn't been the best situation to break out that question, not in the middle of work duties. but it was something emmet has been silently wondering ever since they had first met on the subway platform. she didn't seem to have a destination.

          he takes a quick glance outside to make sure every passenger has boarded before ducking back inside right before the doors slide shut with a resounding beep.  “  remember. hold the railing. watch your step. safety first,  ”  the advice is one he's given her a few times before, but it never hurts to repeat. the subway nudges forward, and he tucks his hands behind his back, gaze fixating onto the opposite wall. 

          a sudden twist of panic grips the bottom of his stomach  –  where is ingo  ›  where is he  ›  you've abandoned him  –  and he tenses, swallowing thickly and blinking away the burning tears.  not the time.  the smile tugs back onto his features and he turns to face silva.

           “  w-well, that's good! that you like the station,  ”  he briefly tugs at the brim of his hat.  “  do you have any place? at all?  ”

@picavecalyx

[krytzkrieg]

cont. from here @fraulinekritzkrieg :)

There’s a sharp grin on Johann’s face, though the expression is completely void of malice. It just looks to be that the doctor smiles that way, it seems. “I walk on tiptoes. Also I have done enough Intel rushes that if i am not stealthy, i will face the wrath of nine BLU’s if i am particularly unlucky.”

Johannes truly enjoyed the momentary look of terror in the fellow medic’s eyes, though for once, you wouldn’t catch him saying it out loud. Today he wore something easier to run in, and much quieter than the click of heels. So, basically, the man is now as short as he naturally is. For once.

“Anything new? i got a day off, so i got the opportunity to check on you.”

[krytzkrieg]

A plate of food was placed in front of the man along with a glass of water and a rolled-up napkin with cutlery inside. "I have a feeling you haven't eaten a single morsel yet." Maddy looked at the man with the disapproving look of a mother. She knew perfectly well Johannes had a tendency to get caught up in his work, to be sucked into the void of an intensely focused mind, causing him to forget the world around him. Good thing there was a small assistant Medic to help him from time to time.

It was true, yes. He’d been going non-stop at crafting a new weapon for at least two weeks, tweaking the parts and experimenting with compounds and the such. So much so, that the man had perhaps seven hours of sleep total, dispersed between each day he’d been at it. Not evenly, but close. All-nighters are a common occurrence for him.

The Medical Ward buzzed and flickered around him, all of the blaring lights switched off with exception to the ones near his work area. It was perhaps Seven or Eight in the evening, the half-jewish man having missed dinner by at least an hour. He hadn’t flinched, hadn't startled when Maddie came in, the click of her shoes not even registering to the flurry of activity his mind was indulging in. Only when he felt the soft tap of fingers on his shoulder did the short man jump from his hunched position, a half-developed saw waiting to be born on his desktop. 

“Agh! You startled me, Frau! and... Ja. I haven't eaten much... i think? Time slips from my grasp these days.”