#the dad is here

[pridemade-blog]

do you like dads who are trying their best to be the single father of their brilliant but troublesome son? dads who are trying to connect with their child but just don’t know how? what about men who are harboring dark secrets of their past? 

well then howdy there! this is the blog for you! like or rb this post if you’d be interested in rping with QUIRIN from the show TANGLED THE SERIES! just a good dad who’s trying his best.

[tower-tale-comic]

Scene I - II: Handshake

In which there is a shocking encounter!

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[physicicruor-blog]

❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞

⊰ Short Poetry. | Sel. Accepting. | @sheresists ⊱

                    ❝ I APOLOGIZE, SWEET ONE. ❞ Genuine sorrow and grief touched his voice as he came quietly into their home. Reid Mansion, as it had been, was near empty and silent constantly. His mother passed, Avery kept to himself, Rey was now left alone for periods at a time now since he deemed it far too dangerous for her to go anywhere once the sun had set. Chilled palms touch lightly to her face, thumbs brushing stray hairs from the apples of her cheeks. ❝ I would come back more often if I were not... Endangering you. ❞ A weak argument for his absences. His eyes were not bloodshot, but he had been gone feeding. He loathed to do it, especially when it took time away from her.

                   ❝ I would give the world to be able to spend my days with you. I'm afraid it is simply not meant to be right now. ❞ Every word only made it worse. His heart ached to see her smile, just as much as it ached for his own happiness to return. This cruel and cold world was not kind to either of them or their circumstances. To find peace in small moments was more like a miracle, or a gift. ❝ I have asked the dear Lady to come check on you when she can, but I fear her obligations are as dire as mine, if not moreso. ❞ (I pray for her safety as much as yours in these dark times.) He stops trying to feed her excuses and words, and instead watches her. He feels her heart thud in her chest against her ribs, a strong and fine rhythm to be had by a spitfire girl like herself. He watches her expression change, over and over, going through the motions of somber disappointment to an overwhelmed loneliness. Darkened hazel eyes hold even darker circles under them, fits of terrorized sleep plaguing her worse than illness. Tilting her head down slightly, Reid pressed his lips against her forehead.

                   ❝ I will be here in the morning for you. Go sleep, sweet one. ❞

[nardodad-blog]

  don’t joke about MURDER. i was murdered once and it offends me. // written by lati ! cred.

[bigspicydaddy]

oh my fucking god remember this account

[strongjawsilver-blog-blog]

Dad is here.

It’s been a long day of doing absolutely nothing for Granite. He’s been sleeping the whole day at the local pond and hasn’t moved an inch. Some of the residents of the pond assumed he was dead until the bulky mass of DAD finally stirred from his long slumber. Rested, he now hungers.

“Ugh, my stomach is killing me. I should have made myself some more food. Where’s Toby when ya need the kid, she’d cook me something real nice if I asked kindly. Maybe. Hopefully.” The large gator began daydreaming of the kinds of snacks Toby will never cook for him as he began to walk. Without a care in the world Granite walked obliviously into someone without even noticing it.

It took Granite a second to realize he had crashed into someone.”Ah- uhm. My bad?”