The Addams Family (1991)

It really says something about how society treats children that today I told a 13 year old I was proud of her hard work and she nearly cried into my shoulder.

Why not...

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“Ladies, we are not dinosaurs, put your arms down under those tosses. What is this, Jurassic Park?”

assistant guard director

First Day of Band Camp

May your future be full of beautiful action shots, strong catches, and water breaks!

Disney Fathers

A father loves you

He teaches you about the world

He loves spending time with you

He loves to make you smile and laugh

And being your father makes him smile

He watches over you

He is always ready to protect you

And he will fight to keep you safe

He gives you advice when you need it

And is there for you when you’re sad

He helps you find out who you are

And he learns from you as well

He supports you and your dreams

Even when no one else does

He wants you to achieve your goals and fly

And he is proud when you succeed 

No matter how far you go, he’ll be there when you return

No matter how long you were gone

He will always miss you

He prepares you for the world as best he can

And lets you go explore it

No matter what, he will always love you

The one that raised you might not have been a true father

But somewhere in the world you will find a father

Your father might be a brother

Or a teacher

Or a stepdad

Or a friend

But they will be there for you

And they will love you

And support you

And you will find them 

Because everyone has a father somewhere

TRUTH AND MYTHS │STARKER

warnings: extreme fluff

Tony is breathless, and Peter is grinning. Their skin is damp and cooling, and the painted stars above could almost be shining, dark though it is. It always seems to end like this, with  Peter curled lightly around Tony, smiling brilliantly up at him as he waits for him to come back to himself.

“You look happy,” Peter murmurs, and loves him for it.

“I am happy,” Tony replies sleepily, like he’s got a secret, and Peter loves him for that, too. “I have reason to be.”

Peter is grinning, cheeks growing hot in spite of himself. He can’t help it. It’s all still so new – Tony’ weight warm and steady on top of him, Tony’ legs woven together with his, Tony’ hair tousled and spread out over Peter’ chest like a curled wisp. “Do you, now?”

“You know I do.” There’s a hand on his cheek, and Tony is leaning up to kiss him, soft, unhurried. And then he pulls back, shifts his position, propping himself up on his forearms, now planted carefully on either side of Peter’ head. He brushes a stray lock of hair off Peter’ forehead, and his eyes are strikingly soft. “Do you know the story of how people came to look as they do now?”  

Peter shakes his head. “Will you tell it?”

He knows the answer.

Tony seems to sense this, but gives it gladly anyway. “Of course.” He clears his throat theatrically, and begins. “There was a time, in the beginning, when humans looked very different than we do today. We each had four legs, and four arms.” With that, he takes one of Peter’ hands in his own, and presses the wrist to his lips before continuing.

“We had two heads, as well, and so we each had two necks…” – a kiss to the fresh purple marks blooming at the hollow of his throat – “…two noses…” – a quick nuzzle at the tip of his nose – “…and two mouths.” He traces a fingertip over the seam of Peter’ lips, and kisses it, delighting in the way Peter sighs, before he carries on with the story.

“But the gods, fearing the power we possessed in this form, saw fit to split us….” Here he slowly drags a finger down the center of Peter’ chest, “…right down the middle, body and soul alike. And so now we are all condemned to live our lives as but one half of a whole, until we can find the piece of our soul that was stolen, and be complete.”

Peter is suddenly very aware of the quickening of his heart, and Tony’ hand resting over it. “Will we know them when we find them, I wonder?”

Once again, he does not wonder. He knows. He has always known.

Tony does not hesitate for a moment before answering, “I found you, didn’t I? And I know you.”

Peter could not stop the blush or the smile spreading across his face like rosy dawn in the morning sky if he tried, and he does not try. “And I know you.” He tilts his head up just as Tony angles his down, and their two mouths fall to meet each other as waves fall to the shore, their four arms circling each other and holding, tight.

“And now that we are together, as we are meant to be,no one challenges us” Tony whispers in a hot rush against his lips.

“Tony,” Peter breathes back. And then he is lost, to the sweet downward push and drag of Tony’ hips, to the taste of coming home.

The first Lost Boy

I am a part of the “watched all the seasons at once so I can’t tell them apart” club and the “I had to wait to long for the next one I have forgotten what already happened” club as well as “so much Fanfiction has been read I actually quoted it as canon information” club

Edit: this got a huge surge in notes during winter break, all I can say is same