#supportive dad

[phd-indumb]

When I came out as nonbinary to my dad, he asked if that meant I was trans. I said yes, it falls under the trans umbrella. Next time he made me a drink (juice I think), he made the cup itself blue, the lid gray, and the straw pink. He said it was the trans flag and that there wasn't a white lid so the light gray was the best he could do. I still think about that. Very supportive 👍

[amf-studios]

Happy Father's day

I admit, I don't often come up with ideas for Aaron adams. Of our favorite protag's parents, he's the less interesting one to write in my opinion.

But there is one trait I have to give him, the old Gomez adams. It is my opinion that he absolutely adores his family. I know a lot of people like the "a yokai made my parents get divorced," but I've personally never gelled with the idea of taking that seriously.

Imo, Aaron adams adores his wife and kid more then anything, because we need more good men like that.

And for all those people who wanted to see his reaction to Natsuki coming out, here ya go!

I hope you enjoy, and if you do, I take commissions! Details on my tumblr blog

[heldbybarnes]

I have a dad!bucky request.

Bucky's daughter gets her period for the first time while her mom is away for a mission and is embarrassed about it and doesn't know what to do. But Bucky proves why he is the best dad ever, once again!!!

listen, bucky barnes would be so awkward in this scenario at first. but then, this man is on a mission. he's ready to burn down the world to get you what you need

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It happens on a Saturday morning, of course.

Because Saturday mornings were supposed to be safe. Saturdays were for pancakes dripping in too much syrup, for cartoons blaring too loud, for your dad insisting on doing the dishes even though he always broke at least one plate in the process. They weren’t for… this.

You stared down at yourself in the bathroom with horror, the red blotch on your underwear growing more sinister by the second. Your mom wasn’t home—she’d left two days ago for a mission and wouldn’t be back until next week. Normally, that wouldn’t be an issue. But now? Now it was a catastrophe.

Because that meant the only person in the house was your dad.

James Buchanan Barnes. Former assassin. Ex-Winter Soldier. Man with a vibranium arm. Professional pancake-flipper. The dad who once spent thirty minutes trying to figure out how to connect the Disney+ account to the TV.

And now, apparently, the only person available to handle your Very First Period.

You wanted to cry. Or crawl into a hole. Or both.

The sound of your dad’s voice floated down the hall. “Kiddo? You okay in there? You’ve been in the bathroom a while.”

You panicked. “I’m fine!”

A pause. “You don’t sound fine.”

You closed your eyes, mortified. This was not happening. There was no universe where you were about to tell James Barnes, man who once punched Nazis for a living, about period blood.

But what choice did you have?

Your voice cracked. “Dad… I, uh. I think I—I got my period.”

There was silence. For a terrifying moment, you wondered if his super soldier heart had actually stopped beating.

Then came a carefully measured, “...Oh.” Followed by the sound of him tripping over something in the hallway. “Oh! Okay. Okay, uh, don’t panic.”

“I’m not panicking,” you lied, clutching your knees to your chest.

“Good. Good. ‘Cause I’m definitely not panicking either.” He was absolutely panicking. You could hear it in the way he opened the closet door too hard, making it bang against the wall. “I got this. I’ve been through worse. Fought aliens. Took on Hydra. I can handle… menstruation.”

You groaned. “Dad!”

“Sorry, sorry. Bad time for jokes. Hold tight, doll.”

There was a flurry of activity outside. Cupboards opening. Drawers slamming. Then his footsteps returned, hesitant, and a knock sounded on the door.

“I, uh… found some supplies.”

When you cracked the door open, there he was: James Barnes, former Howling Commando, holding two different boxes of tampons like they were live explosives. His metal hand twitched awkwardly.

“These the right ones? I, uh, might’ve panicked and grabbed whatever your mom keeps under the sink.”

You stared at the boxes. One was “Ultra Super Plus.” The other was applicator-free compact. Neither seemed remotely beginner-friendly.

Your face burned. “Pads, Dad. I need pads.”

“Oh.” He blinked, as though you’d just spoken a different language. “Pads. Right. Okay. Got it.”

He vanished down the hall again, muttering to himself. “Pads, pads… like a pillow? No, that’s dumb… okay, Barnes, think…”

Despite yourself, a small laugh bubbled in your throat.

Fifteen minutes later, he returned. This time, he knocked with his flesh hand and spoke in a softer tone. “Sweetheart? Open up. I did a supply run.”

You opened the door to see him holding up a plastic shopping bag stuffed full of every single pad brand the corner store had to offer. Overnight pads, ultra-thins, ones with wings, ones without, even some panty liners thrown in for good measure.

He looked oddly proud. “Figured better safe than sorry.”

Your throat tightened. You wanted to be embarrassed, but mostly, you just wanted to cry again—except this time, for a completely different reason.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Course.” He crouched a little, meeting your eyes the way he always did when something was serious. “Look, I know this is new and maybe scary, but you’re okay. I promise. Nothing to be ashamed of. It just means you’re growing up. You’re tough. Tougher than me, probably.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lip trembled. “That’s not true.”

He ruffled your hair gently. “Oh, it’s true. You think I could handle bleeding every month and still function? Forget it. You women are the real super soldiers.”

That made you laugh, watery and small.

He grinned, clearly relieved. “There’s my girl.”

For the rest of the day, he went full Dad Mode. He heated up the heating pad (after initially plugging it in backwards). He brewed you tea (burning his tongue on the first sip because he insisted on “testing it for poison”). He even Googled “comfort foods for periods” and ended up baking brownies from a box mix—though he nearly used salt instead of sugar.

At one point, he shuffled into the living room carrying a hot water bottle and an ice pack. “I don’t know which one you need, so I brought both. Covering all the bases.”

You snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously awesome, maybe.”

You shook your head, but inside, warmth bloomed.

Later, while you lay on the couch wrapped in a blanket, he sat nearby with a comic book, reading aloud in funny voices just to make you laugh. Every now and then, he’d glance over at you with that soft, protective look he always had—like he still couldn’t believe you were his, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you safe and cared for.

By the time night fell, your cramps had dulled, the embarrassment had ebbed, and you were curled against your dad’s side, half-asleep to the sound of his heartbeat under your ear.

“Thanks, Dad,” you mumbled, words slurred with drowsiness.

His arm tightened around you. “Always, doll. Always.”

And in that moment, you knew without a doubt: you really did have the best dad ever.

[mooniefables]

Being weird together is their love language and honestly? it works 💚

[magicalboyartsyt]

literally me what I think of aboutal Bowsario illustrated in sketches

Especially the coming out to his father, which he already knows it. In my Version he had a platonic relationship to Bowsers father before he got two wives and three kids Marlon included. Plus he got the brooch as a friendship gift to remember him as a friend. But in Marios case it is like a pain knowing that his dad already sees this and supported after the movies characterization of him.

[fanfics-and-bullshit]

I could probably find it, but I read a fic once where most of the Koopalings were queer and Bowser was the embodiment of “a little confused but he has the spirit” and very supportive. When he starts crushing on Luigi he’s like “How can this be?” and Wendy’s like, “Maybe you’re bi?” and Bowser’s like “What’s that?” and everyone quietly looks over at Roy and Roy says “Sup.” and Bowser said “Oh like both.” 

Then he asked Luigi on a date in front of Mario

Edit: The comments say it was: Secret Admirer by nonbinarycookie on Ao3

[dgct2]

Tommy's good people. He's good for you.

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