#would do anything

[ancient-whimsy]

[allmywifey]

Love you my dumbpuppywhobarks

[moonchildbichen]

2:53 am and I'm thinking about how charles has his hand over his heart after they're told they can stay on earth as ghosts and the parallel to the previous hug when edwin has his hand on his heart. just. them not having beating hearts but the reason the other feels it's phantom beat.

[evansbby]

need chris to be my daddy :(

[djxrxn]

Paz with kids tho. Just saying 😌😏

anon, i like the way you think

could you actually imagine him as a father could you actually fucking imagine him are you imagining him are you fucking thinking about it ??? like he’s just good with all ages of children like every single size and age he’s just like the softest dad ever

absolutely wants a big family like loves kids and just wants you and him to have like a small army of Vizsla babies like so wants to be a father very badly

he just cradles newborns in his big ol arms and they look so tiny and safe and paz learns how to do everything one handed so he can hold his baby in his arm just all day. like the classic dad move of sleeping with his baby on his chest and he’s just so in love and so proud and you and his little family like he’s over the moon to be a dad. talks to his baby all the time like asks them opinions and what they think – he absolutely cries big ol tears when the kid says “papa” for the first time.

and like little kids love him – he’s essentially just a big jungle gym for kids and he loves it. paz kneels down to the kids level to talk to them just likes makes himself as small as possible so they aren’t intimidated. he speaks in the most gentlest voice ever he never raises his voice to yell or like punish a kid, he just gentle corrects them in the softest tone like he is not a fucking yeller he is very calm with kids – and like older kids and teenagers too like he’s the most calm when things go wrong. he never invades anyone’s privacy or like personal space, he’s just like “I;m here if you need me”. always has snacks and a med kit in case someone is hurt like out and about but no cap he does eat the snack so you do have to make sure to either a) tell him to ease up or b) just pack more snacks for everyone

will let your kid crawl into bed with you guys if they’ve had a nightmare or can’t sleep. he’s the KING of bedtime stories like multiple day epics about Mandalore and the Mandalorians who road Mythosaurs and conquered the wild planet and all the big crazy stories of the House of Vizsla like man loves a good story.

hugs. best hugs in the galaxy period I don’t need to elaborate on this.

when your kid(s) are upset, he’s upset like all choked up and upset and wants to immediately fix it. cannot handle when they cry like he’ll start crying and it’s a big mess

will bring his sleeping toddler into big gatherings and elder meetings and Big Important Vizsla House Business just like “they’re asleep what the fuck do you want me to do put them down??? my kid??? put down??? absolutely not it’s nap time shh”

in short: I love 1 (one) big big blue father

[fangirlxwritesx67]

Would Do Anything (soft!Sam x reader)

A/N- this was gonna be a smut but then it was too sweet and I've got too many fangirl feels.

The absolute worst feeling in the world was when Sam Winchester cried. Hunting together, you had seen him scared, hurt, bleeding. You hated all of those things, of course. But when Sam cried, you just felt heaviness twist your heart and sink into your stomach.

Dean, of course was the king of the single man tear. When he cried, you usually teared up too. But when Sam cried, oh, you would have given anything to make it stop. You just wanted to make him feel okay again.

The other thing you hated about when Sam Winchester cried was that you never saw it coming. Dean was absolutely predictable. Give him a pie and a beer and that boy was happy. Give him an army to lead and he was fierce- give him a loss, he would cry. But Sam was a man of hidden depths. He could fight the fiercest battles- face the deepest losses- without shedding a tear. And then something simple would catch him off guard. His heart would overflow and tears would tumble down his cheeks. You couldn't stand the way his big bright eyes grew soft and helpless, the way his lips trembled. You could never prepare yourself for it and it punched you in the gut every single time.

Tonight had been one of those times. Sure, it had been a tough fight. It was hard to say if you had win. Honestly, it was a tough year. You weren't really sure what winning looked like anymore- but hunting was what you did and so you kept fighting.

After everyone had washed up and bandaged their wounds, the food was eaten and the drinks were poured and the speeches were given- the usual you know, good always wins, it will be worth it, always keep fighting.

Then it was just you, Dean and Sam around the kitchen table. Dean was recalling some small moment from the day, something that reminded the two brothers of an inside joke, when suddenly, Sam choked up. He sniffed hard and ran his hand across his face but couldn't hide the tears pooling in his blue green eyes. You were closest to him, so you put an arm around him and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine," he protested. Dean looked at him, his eyes full of worry and love.

"Sammy," he said, "are you really?" Sam shook his long dark curls and set his chin.

"I will be," he growled.

Unable to handle everything you were feeling, and unwilling to cry in front of the Winchester brothers, you excused yourself to your room. In the dark, you lay there. You stared at the ceiling, the vision of Sam's anguished face playing over and over in your mind. How could tears make his beautiful eyes shine even brighter? How was it possible that he could be even more handsome when he cried?

You wished that you could just take him in your arms and do something anything- to make his pain go away.

Finally you sneaked out of your room and down the hall. A sliver of light shone under Sam Winchester's door. Gathering your courage, you knocked just once.

"Sam, it's me. May I come in?"

When he didn't say no, you slipped inside, closing the door behind you with a click. You saw immediately why Sam hadn't answered- he couldn't. He was sitting on the bed- his head was in his hands and his broad shoulders were shaking with sobs. With a deep shuddering breath, he tossed his long hair, wiping his palms hard against his jeans to steady himself.

Sam lifted his blue green eyes to meet yours, emotion and vulnerability pooling in their depths. There it was, that look on his open face- the one that always twisted you inside with pain and love. You would do anything to make him feel even a little better, anything you could.

You walked over to where he sat and wrapped your arms around his shoulder. He reached up and slipped his arms around your waist. He buried his face in your chest as you held him close. Gradually his breathing evened out. You ran your fingers thru his long dark hair, pulling it back so you could see his beautiful face.

"Oh Sam," you whispered. He lifted his eyes to yours, lashes long and wet. You lowered your lips to his full soft lips, and kissed him.

[i-love-you-from-a-distance]