#iron dad potato son

[rebelmeg]

Rebelmeg Drabbles - Chapter 25: Cycle of Shame

Summary: Tony's first conscious thought that he wants to break the cycle of shame.

Notes: For my @tonystarkbingo square T5 - anger issues!

Clank.

“Not a good idea—”

“Whoops.” The kid looked up sheepishly, holding the armor’s finger.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna break his finger? He’s in pain, he’s been injured, leave him alone.”

“S-sorry.”

“Are you?”

As soon as the flood of sharp words were out of his mouth, Tony wished he had bitten them back. His swell of anger had been unreasonable, and the kid didn’t deserve that. No kid ever deserved that. And he wanted to be… different than what he’d been raised with. He hadn’t really realized it until now.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll fix it.”

#rebelmeg's fanfic #tonystarkbingo #tsb6 #tony stark bingo round 6 #fanfic #drabble #mcu #tony stark #harley keener #dad tony #iron dad #im3 #potato gun son

[despoenaandpyromania]

Head canon for the head canon that Eddie doesn’t like veggies (will literally refuse to eat them unless tricked by them being hidden and he’s unaware they’re there)

When Eddie was younger and still admired his father as all kids do, his father used to tell him that eating veggies would make Eddie big and strong and cool just like him and Eddie did it because his dad was his hero.

After reality struck, Eddie refused to eat veggies and it annoyed his father to no end, especially when it started causing Eddie to get sick because he was vitamin deficient. His father hated posting the hospital bills and that made Eddie do it more even though he hated the feeling of the needles and the constant nausea and hunger. He wanted to rebel against his dad and show him that he wasn’t like him at all.

Even when his father was sent to prison, he did it unconsciously. He knew it was making him sick and he wanted to stop but it was like an eating disorder and the trauma meant he physically couldn’t keep the vegetables down. Wayne tried to ask him nicely, he tried bribing him, he even tried telling him that it would make Eddie big and strong and healthy just like his uncle Wayne. The last one resulted in Eddie panicking, he didn’t eat anything for nearly a week and completely ignored Wayne, even as he lay in a hospital bed. After that Wayne know to never try that tactic again.

The first time Wayne tried hiding the veggies, upon suggestion of Eddie’s therapist, he burped the peas under some mashed potato. Thirteen year old Eddie was happily eating his food (potato was the only vegetable he would eat) and Wayne was excited, thinking it had worked. But then Eddie paused, he shifted his mouth like he was rolling something around on his tongue and then stick it out to look at the little green sphere. When he realised what it was screamed. Wayne tried to calm him but Eddie could fill the nausea coming on. He didn’t make it to the bathroom before the whole meal came up all over the trailer floor. Wayne stopped.

The next time he tried Eddie was fifteen and had been in and out of the hospital more times in two years then the average cancer patient experienced in a life time. The most recent time it has been serious. Eddie’s weight was so low it was nearly below the limit. If he went below there was no coming back. His skin was a sickly colour and his eyes were dull. He couldn’t absorb any necessary vitamins due to lack of iron and he didn’t like going outside because the other kids stared at his pale frame. Wayne was scared. He couldn’t lose Eddie. The boy was like a son to him.

So he went to family video and found the recorded tapes of a cooking show he remembered when he was younger where the chefs made food look like different food. He watched the whole two seasons ina day and once he was finished he redoubled his efforts. This time, he pulled out a blender and put the basic ingredients for pasta sauce in along with celery, zucchini, basil, spinach and a few other herbs. He blended it then added tomato until you couldn’t taste the rest. When he served spaghetti and meatballs that bought instead of the usual tv dinners, Eddie was suspicious but he exclaimed about how god the pasta sauce was and, much to Wayne’s joy, quickly became a favourite.

Wayne tried other recipes and over time he has gotten used to secretly combining vegetables into every meal he makes. Eddie was so much healthier now. He said it was a miracle granted by his prayers to Satan but Wayne didn’t mind, so long as he was alive.

When Steve and Eddie started dating, Wayne and Steve exchanged recipes after Steve explained that he often cooked for the kids and they didn’t like greens. They bonded over cooking and the next Christmas, Steve have warned his own copy of those old cooking tapes.

#steddie #steve harrington #wayne munson #eddie munson #Eddie doesn’t like veggies #stranger things

[ghouljams]

Just a thought about how Cowboy König would be such a overprotective dad

Oh my God he would be. Honestly all the Cowboys are the type to be overprotective parents.

König is the type to swipe his kid off the back of a horse because it looked like it might maybe buck. His kid comes home crying because one of the other kids in the neighborhood pushed them and he's gotta be stopped from extracting vengeance on a 5 year old. If he's got a daughter she's absolutely spoiled rotten. He's got a son and he's the most attentive, always makes time for the kid dad, Bee's gotta deal with the kid wanting to be just like his daddy.

König is big and strong but he's also patient and gentle. Carrying his kid around under one arm like a sack of potatoes through the store while he reads his grocery list. Occasionally hands them something to hold while they giggle and wiggle to try and escape his iron grip. I do think he does this to Bee often too once they start dating. Just swipes her off her feet to carry her around when she's getting into trouble.

#Although Price was a pretty fun dad #not protective in a keeping Goose away from danger way #more in a grabbing her partners by the scruff of the neck and making sure they knew he was serious when he told them not to hurt Goose. #ghoul speaks #cowboy!König #könig cod

[unclefathersantateddy]

Fresh Meat: Big 'Bert Belcher (Big Bob)

I really enjoy imagining the toxic parallels between Fresh Meat and canon Bob's but I do worry about how it may come across online. I don't want FM to come off as needlessly toxic and abusive - that's cheap. I enjoy the complex nuance of what "toxicity" truly is (and how it ties into the fallacy of morality). Like,, fm!Bob still loves and adores his family exactly like canon, but he's a shithouse to "foodie" trend followers/hipsters (whatever term is used these days).

But Big Bob. Robert. Rob. Bert. Is a WHOLE other concept. I've really been enjoying mapping fm!Rob (thinking of calling Big Rob or Big 'Bert - to further highlight that Bob does not want to be like his dad) as a Traditionally Toxic™ kinda guy. Similar to canon, but more realistic/extreme and actually unpacking that grim shit and not just glossing over it as a "different time".

Big Bob canonically comes from a generation where the only emotions men were allowed to express were arousal or anger. He also strikes me as a man that isn't ready for therapy. So, with that, Big Bert's anger transferred into everything he did - including every interaction he had with his son. Like canon, Teen Bob worked in Big Rob's / Big Bert's diner. Thus, also like canon, fm!Bob faced endless scrutiny from his father, but not just for his creativity. For everything. Incessantly drumming into his son that you need the very best meat, and that you must cook it perfectly, but also showing his son reckless disregard for herbs, spices, and anything flavourful.

So like canon, Bob's father heavily influences Bob's career path, but because Bob wants to be nothing like his dad. So Bob journeys to reconceptualize food and people's relationship with it. It's not just a flavourless Farm Meat purely for energy and sustenance. It's an experience; a story to be told, heard, and honoured.

Unfortunately, like Real Life trauma, which implements itself in the least expected corners of your mind (whether we consent to it or not). It becomes a part of us, who we are. Bob ironically, and subconsciously, becomes more like his father than he could possibly imagine. Big Bert's ways are ingrained into Bob whether he's aware of it or not. And it is this which causes fm!Bob to lash out at novice customers, rookie foodies or just general trend followers (similar to his canon sweet potato fries meltdown). But it is this very neuroticism that makes his burgers what they are.

But unlike Big Bert, fm!Bob has never, and will never, be abusive/toxic to his family or loved ones (except teddy, but that's a whole other dynamic analysis for another time - but dw, it's partly healthy/consensual).

If the layout of my sentences is a bit scrambled/ non-linear my apologies, I'm not a writer I'm an abstract notes jotter👉😎👉 but I tried my best to make it readable to someone who doesn't live in my brain.

#bobs burgers #bob's burgers #bob's burgers: fresh meat #bobs burgers: fresh meat #fresh meat au #burger headcanons #fresh meat headcanons #big bob belcher #big bob #fm!bigbob #fm!bigbert

[hedgiwithapen]

MAWS AU - the Kryptonite sphere does not get brought to Thanksgiving and the ship doesn't activate. All the drama is interpersonal :)

(obviously: set during the Hearts of the Fathers, spoilers ahoy) The kitchen smelled wonderful, the roasting turkey, the  hot honeybutter rolls, James's yams with marshmallows, potatoes with enough herbs for all of scarborough fair.  Martha had prided herself on a  cozy kitchen, a welcoming home. 

"What do you mean, an enemy?" Martha Kent interrupted her husband's good natured advice to their son. Her Clark did not call people enemies.  Oh, they'd taught him well, he tried to see the best in people like Jonathan, but he also knew to believe people when they showed him who they were. When he'd come home in second grade with blood on his shirt sleeve from a fight, he'd been honest about it-- bullies. When he'd lost a chess match in the finals to a cheater,  Clark had used words like 'opponent.' 

"Um," Clark said. Ma thought about what she'd read in the article, about that Mr. Ivo and his attack on Metropolis. 

"Clark. Who's the enemy?"

"I..."

"Ma, really, you don't--"

"I don't what?" she asked. "Clark. What happened?" she reached up to put a hand on his cheek, tilting his face down so she could see him. His eyes had a haunted look in them. Someone had scared her baby. 

"I didn't want to worry you," he said. "General Lane..."

"He's not the nicest man," Ma started to say, out of a sense of hospitality. Lois's father was, after all, a guest. "Clark. Is this just that he's made Lois feel bad? Tell me the truth."

"No," Clark said. "I...I didn't know he was her dad. He--"

"What did he do?" Ma said, a chill like the worst of winter icing her words. 

"He caught me," Clark said, looking down. Not at her. At his wrists, like he expected something other than skin and shirtsleeves and Jonathan's best cufflinks to be there. "He said I was responsible, all those people who died...that I'm an invader." The words spilled out of her baby's mouth, the same way they had when he'd talked about needing to quit the football team, like his pain wasn't worth anything. 

"Oh," Ma said, quietly. "Oh, Clark. Oh, don't you worry, honey. You stay right here. I'll take care of this."

"Martha," Jonathan said warningly, knowing enough about his wife that the turkey was no longer the priority. 

Ma ignored him, reaching up on her tiptoes to take down her grandmother's cast iron skillet. It had always served her family well, no matter what purpose it was needed for.. "Jon, you stay with Clark. I'm not having that man eat at our table."

"Ma, no!" Clark protested. The kitchen door started to open.

"Clark. You may have all those powers, but I am your mother. That man tried to kill you." Ma insisted.

"Hey, I'm just grabbing the--what." Jimmy stared. "Uh. Mrs. Kent?"

"James," she said, smiling. " You can take the yams out in a minute, dear. I need to settle something with our intruder."

"Indrude--ma, no!" Clark followed her, his long strides a match for three of hers, but she still reached the living room first.

"Get out of my house," Ma said to the General, interrupting whatever silent, awkward conversation had been happening between him and Lois. 

"Excuse me?" he said, standing, automatically shifting his feet. Ma narrowed her eyes. She knew a defensive stance when she saw one.

"Lois, honey, you can stay. But he's not welcome."

"What's going on?" Lois asked. "Clark?" The look on his face caught her breath. "Clark?"

"The General," Clark said, hollowly. "Lois, please tell me you didn't know."

"Know wha--"Lois looked green as she registered the Important Capitals. "Oh, oh my god. Dad. Tell me you didn't."

"Didn't what? Lois, what is this?" The General looked almost bewildered. Ma wasn't sure if it made her angrier that he might be pretending not to know what he'd done, or if he was really so blind that it didn't matter. She was angry all the same. “Tell me you didn’t kidnap and try to murder my boyfriend!” Lois exploded. Ma felt a rush of kinship with the girl. She could stay as long as she liked.

"You're the one who kidnapped Superman? And attacked Cadmus?" Jimmy finally pieced it together. 

"How do you know about any of that?" The General asked, eyes still on the threat.

Ma gripped the skillet by the handle, forcing his attention back to her, taking two deliberate steps to place herself between her son and the couch where a monster in uniform -metaphorical uniform, anyways, though not metaphorically a monster-  stood. "General, It’s best you leave now. If you come near any of my children again, so help me, the pigs down at the Anderson's get mighty hungry in winter. Now git."

#dammit hedgi day 2023 #my adventures with superman #Sam Lane #Ma Kent #long ago Ma's ancestress met Miri the paladin that fryingpan is fucking magic #that's not relevent i just think u should know

[kinopioa]

When fans talk about Wordgirl villains, most either talk about Dr. Two Brains, or Tobey

But of the OGs, I feel the Butcher is underrated

Literally the first villain fought in the pilot, along with being voiced by one of the head writers, his main schtick is magical meat based attacks to hurl at Wordgirl or Huggy. He addo has a halibut of butchering the English language (heh)

Although crude and simple, and lacking a backstory as sad as Two Brains, he actually has a lot of depth over the series

First, next to Chuck, he probably listens the most to Wordgirl, being able to be casual at times, deflate fights if needed, even vent personal problems

This is especially seen in S8 ep 7B, where he was able to remediate Wordgirl and Scoop's friendship during a feud. Though his own impatience and sensitivity means he can be triggered into fighting (in fact, that very ep he's robbing a barber cuz his 1 hair strand on the top of his head was fussed)

This impatience and hair trigger sensitivity potentially is due to paternal issues, implied on the introduction of his father Kid Potato

Voiced by Ed Asner (RIP), Kid Potato is...very judgemental of his son's work, emotionally manipulating him (in public) when he refuses to work together in his supervillain team. His wife also is likely dead, potentially being a source of his bitterness, outside never accomplishing his glory/dreams of being the best villain

The Butcher calls him out on it, but even he cracks to appease his dad every once in a while. Otherwise, likely to NOT be him, he at least makes an effort to listen to other people, be considerate (outside basic crime), even calling out gaslighting behavior at points

Just from the top of my head;

Calling out Reginald's hyper snooty rudeness (though mostly everyone does)

Noting how the Whammer was being extremely inconsiderate to his neighbors and the library

Calling out how Raul Demiglasse's show harassed other chefs if they fail

Calling out Two Brains for nepotism to him when he temped for his henchmen

Noting Ms. Power being mean

Sadly, he still has connections with his father, even going to him for advice during his midlife crisis later.

For his other attributes though, he had a pet cat he cared for until he was forced to transfer ownership due to being frequently arrested, is one of the few villains to have friends outside villainry, surprisingly is good at sculpting, and apparently does breakdancing sometimes

His personality flaws of course are low patience, short temper, bias (especially against tofu, literally one of his weaknesses), and potentially poor education, though admittedly most people in Fair City have the IQ of a goldfish

His source of meat powers ironically had an explanation. In S1s 4th ep "Jerky Jerk", there was an ancient ruler noted that had meat powers. Butcher is apparently a descendent (from his mothers side? Though there was another meat villain one ep).

A later season ep "The Meat Dimension" also directly notes the pocket space his meat comes from, something his father apparently wrote for him in his childhood

He even had a romantic fling with one of Lady Redundant Woman's copies, though unfortunately that romance halted when she admitted to being a vegetarian

Anyway, the Butcher's underrated

#wordgirl

[running2reanimation]

Sticktober 2023 - Day 11: Competition

"Okay Dad, here's how this works, using the blocks the crew has given us, we have to try and make whatever prompt pops up on that big board - and we have 5 minutes to complete it! Once the bell rings we aren't allowed to place any more blocks! Sky, Teal and Indigo will vote on who made the better build! We do this 4 times and the person who wins the most, gets the prize of $1000 and bragging rights at home!"

"I feel somehow this benefits you more than me, even if I win," King commented, looking at his full inventory.

"Mmmmaaaybe," Gold grinned, and behind him fireworks went off and the board displayed the word: CAT.

"Alright, timer starts now!" Gold shouted, heading off into his corner while King sauntered to his own.

"I really don't think I have much of a chance, sorry to anyone who's actually rooting for me," King laughed, scrolling through his inventory before placing down some quartz stairs and then shaking his head and placing down some white wool, "He just has much more experience doing this - I've seen his other build battles."

--

At the end of the first round, they revealed their builds - Gold's was a simple small tuxedo cat all in wool, while King's was a much bigger orange tabby with varying materials for the differing shades of orange.

The judges declared King the winner, "You went easy on me!"

"No, no you won fair and square!" Gold insisted, and the fireworks went off again. The board displayed the word: POTATO.

"Potato?" King rolled his eyes and started looking at the various wood in his inventory, "How am I supposed to make a visually interesting potato?"

--

King and Gold had similar ideas, attempting to recreate the Minecraft potato, but King's was a little bigger so the point went to him again. This time there was no banter and Gold frowned as the next prompt appeared: REFRIGERATOR.

King was once again puzzled over what to do with this one, "A fridge is kinda simple. Oh! Maybe I could add some fridge art, stuck on with magnets?"

--

King's fridge, while impressive, didn't match Gold's this time. His son had opened up the fridge door to show it's contents. King was sincerely impressed, and wasn't really surprised that he lost this round.

"That was really good," King complimented and Gold nodded in thanks, "So what happens if we tie?"

"One last build battle, winner takes it all," Gold explained as the potentially final prompt appeared: PIANO.

"Oh, this'll be easy, I used to play piano!" King charged off to his side, getting to work.

--

King's piano was a simple one, modelled off of the one he used to play as a kid, while Gold had gone for a grand piano.

"Oh wow, it even has the right number of keys," King remarked, counting them while Gold stood proudly, hands on his hips.

"Does yours?"

"Of course."

Again the win was given to Gold, which meant it was time for the tiebreaker: SOUP.

"Soup? How am I supposed to make soup?" King scrolled around his inventory, "I can't change the colour of water. Though I could use lava, that would be really risky and I'd have to find blocks that the lava wouldn't burn."

In the end King went with glass blocks as the soup but just as he was finishing up he heard a shout from Gold's side of the competition space, "DAD!"

And suddenly the game didn't matter and he dropped what he was doing to run to Gold's side of the wall. He found an incredibly high wall of iron blocks; a massive soup pot.

Without even thinking he began placing and climbing up ladders, practically shooting up the side of the build. As soon as he reached the top he could see that Gold had fallen into the "soup" which in his case was lava.

He could hear the bell ringing but that didn't matter.

At least Gold was close to the edge as King reached down and grabbed his son's hand, and despite the burning heat he did not let go, pulling his son up onto the ledge with him.

Without thinking he just dumped a bucket of water down between them and they rode the flow down to the ground.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. You know that wouldn't have actually killed me, right?"

King nodded, hand scratching the back of his head, "Of course, but you called for me. And I'll always come running when you call."

--

King looked away from the screen and down at the blackened hand that had failed him. Failed to save him. But Gold was still calling from the other side.

And King would always come running when Gold called.

#ava sticktober #alan becker #avm mango #avm king #avm king mango #avm king orange #avm gold #king #gold #hermit

[condensedpigeonmilk]

Continuing with Strangeview

Beta simmers be like: "The Grunts are terrible! There's no hope for them at all, ever! There's no such thing as redemption! Screw them, put them in the pool and take away the ladder!"

Meanwhile, literally Tank Grunt who came home with Dustin as an NPC:

Nothing else really happened with the Brokes, Beau learned all of his skills except for the nursery rhyme because he was whiny, Brandi passed out a few times, ate an obscene amount of pizza and then gave birth to her unborn son, Robert. His genetics are fixed so he's not a clone and actually is one of Skip's children and has his eyes. Ironically Dustin's LTW is to become the law and he rolled the want to quit his job in the criminal career so he did. Brandi got a job in the culinary career before she started showing and she's very happy with her job since she's a great cook. Brandi's even been able to make some friends outside of her household. Dustin took Angela on a date and they kissed under the willow in Woodland Park which was cute.

Darren is having a hard time.

The man is not well. He constantly impales his legs on his dining room chair trying to talk to Professor Von Ball, and that can't be healthy. Luckily all it took was a mental breakdown to make him roll the want to become a teacher! I think it fits him.

Meanwhile, the welcome wagon is mostly the Strangetown folks. Pascal, Nervous, Bella and Don showed up. Nervous is a good guy.

Don wastes no time 'reconnecting with' a woman who turns out to be Bella Goth. Engagement who? Never heard of her. He also managed to get Nina Caliente pregnant as well... What a winner. You can bet I'm gonna get a child support mod just because of him.

Bella's... not much better. In fact, she's no better. I don't even need to play the gender-swapped Pleasantview because she's pretty much Don with boobs already. I'm setting her up in Strangetown because of @celestialspritz's fanon of her running away to Strangetown after getting pregnant with Don's baby, which she totally spontaneously did of course...In Darren's bed. Class act- might wanna burn those sheets later. Hopefully this is the catalyst she needs for self improvement. Poor Cassandra and Alex, though. </3

During all this absolute lunacy, Dirk comes home from school so I take this as an opportunity for his first date with Lilith. He's been traumatized enough, literally no need at all to add Don's speedo to that equation.

Dirk takes Lilith to @chrisnewbie's recreation of The Pink Flamingo and I realize that I never turned the bars the right way around, lol whoops.

The waiter (who I need to makeover) drops their food all over Dirk and Lilith cannot be bothered to give a heck, I guess.

Lilith: "Wow, if I just don't make eye contact then everything will be fine."

You can't put blinders on all of your life, Lilith.

Lilith: "I'm not putting on blinders, disembodied voice that I should definitely be more concerned about! I'm disassociating, like before my dad fired the maid. There's a difference."

sighs in bewilderment

Dirk: "Lil! What're you so spacey for? It was funny! See, I got some mashed potatoes on my shirt. I bet they're still good, want a taste?"

Lilith: "Urk! Dirk, you got in my eye dude. They were salted! Why were they salted!?" *blinks furiously*

Dirk: "They're about as salty as you can be sometimes, I guess."

Lilith: "Okay, okay. I'll lighten up. You have a point. How can I be depressed with mashed potatoes in my eyeball? There's no room for tears."

#TS2 #The Sims 2 #pockethamster #gameplay #strangeview

[audreypancakes]

Alright! I’m swooning - Zhan Beiyu? That man is staggeringly hot! Perhaps even hotter than Wuji.. Fuyao is lucky for sure after she dropped the potato that hot men keep arriving in her life. Even if they tie her up, lmao.

And I’m so glad we’re finally out of the sect mountain and moving to the capital. I’m sick and tired of potato and his now-wife. and his awful dad.. who literally advises his son to murder his wife, when she can’t benefit him anymore (with the poison meant for Fuyao ironically). But I guess given they‘re also going to the capital, Fuyao will meet them. Ugh.

BUT ALSO - is that guy who’s loyal to Qi Zhen.. loyal to Zhan Beiyi??? We did see that eagle, hmm.

#gotta love that nobody sees that new heir apparent is a girl #like.. dude #her features are so feminine lol #legend of fuyao #cdr

[mantis314-hunter]

Open Letter to Hunter

7/7/2022

Dearest Hunter,

Today I gave the order to end your life.

In some way, it seemed like the right thing to do. Certainly, everyone around me was in agreement. Your health was failing, your old joints would no longer work. It became necessary to carry you into and out of the house just so you could relieve yourself. You were after all closing in on your 15th birthday.

But it also was the worst and hardest thing I could ever do.

I remember coming home from being away for the weekend. There you were in my living room. My son, your “dad”, had brought you home from the animal shelter. He knew I was a sucker for puppies, and that even though I would be upset, I would not make him bring you back. You were a curious mischievous puppy, who appeared to be a Black Lab, but we were informed that there were some other breeds present in your lineage. You were tiny and cute, and easily found your way into Grandpa’s heart.

You showed that you had an iron tummy and were able to eat things that would have killed any normal puppy. The time you ate a bag of paintballs may have been the first of many dietary misadventures for you. But there were cookies, whole loaves of bread, bags of chocolates, grapes, rabbits, squirrels, mice, under garments and so many things that I can’t even remember. You were the smartest dog I have ever known. You were able to open people doors, cabinet doors, drawers, baby gates, and coolers of all descriptions. You were able to escape our fenced yard and performed countless escapes from the steel kennel where we kept you and your buddy Casper while we were at work. It was you, because even though you got out of the kennel, you always left Casper still locked inside. You knew you needed to use the knob to open the door to the guest cabin. Fortunately, you didn’t figure out the dead bolt. I lived in fear that one day you would figure out that you could open the refrigerator just by pulling on the door. I’m glad no one ever showed you that trick.

Even with your intelligence, you were afraid of just about anything new to you. You were always afraid of thunder and any other loud noises. Because you were frightened of gunfire, you were never a hunting dog, despite your name.

You had adventures too. You and Casper would disappear for hours, and we were never sure where you had gone. One day the two of you returned home covered in porcupine quills and required an emergency visit to the vet. There was the time you and Casper ran off in extreme subzero temperatures and a vicious wind. Worried sick, we found you hours later, way, way down the road all covered in frost having a grand old time.

You were a master couch potato, and Grandma nicknamed you the pillow pusher, because you would rearrange all the pillows on our bed and build a nest for yourself.

You were loyal and would follow me anywhere. You were always content to sit with me by the fire,or lay on the couch by my side. During the Covid days of 2020, while I was working from home, you would snuggle under my desk and hog the warmth of the electric heater.

But by that time, you were also slowing down, your joints were stiff, the stairs were hard, and you struggled to climb onto the couch. The aspirin your vet suggested was not working as well as it used to. You had digressed to the point where I had to carry you up and down the stairs to get you out into the back yard. Grandma and I made an appointment to end your life on a Monday morning. However, on Sunday afternoon, the day before your appointment, we stopped at your dad’s house to drop something off. Even though you could barely stand or walk you were able to catch and kill one of his chickens. Grandma and I decided that wasn’t really time after all. We changed your vet appointment, and the vet gave us some better drugs. While it wasn’t easy for you, you were able to do the stairs again and could get yourself back onto the couch. But time is cruel and after several months of borrowed time you were back to being miserable. One day I bought you a doggie wheelchair. You hated it, but you were able to get around again just like a regular dog. You were able to get up and down the ramps at the cabin and even play in the woods. Best $300 I ever spent.  But recently you could no longer control your bodily functions and could only stand on your own for a minute or two before falling down. You made it almost two years since the chicken incident.

Now we have only pictures and memories. You were the best friend a man could ever ask for. You were the very definition of a lifelong friend. While I may have only shared a portion of my life with you. You gave all of your life to me! While I know you are no longer suffering, And, though I held you while you drew your last breath. I can’t help but feel that I betrayed you when you needed me the most.

Farewell old friend.

Love Grandpa

#Dog #Farewell #euthanasia

[robertdowneyjjr]

tony: pls don’t tell me i have a 12 yr old waiting for me in the car. tony, a flight to tennessee later: Dad Instincts™ turned on tony: harley, are u being bullied? here, something for u to protect urself. tony: harley, thank u for all the help. here’s a garage full of science and tech stuff so u can work on ur interests. send me pics of ur new potato gun. xoxoxo, tony “the mechanic dad” stark

tony: ugh why do u have homework no that’s not allowed. tony, a flight to germany later: Dad Instincts™ turned on tony: peter, have u thought about college yet? MIT would be a great fit. u can write me down in ur application as family members that have gone to the school. tony: peter, don’t u have band practice? why did u quit? ur schedule is so open now?? tony: peter, young man, why did u not listen to me? i called the fbi so i could protect u!! u are grounded!! tony: peter, thank u for making mature decisions even at such a young age. here’s an iron suit for u to better protect urself. oh, u don’t want it? that’s ok, here’s ur other suit in a brown paper bag and also a lunch because u forgot to eat just now at the compound. send me pics of ur lego death star. xoxoxo, tony “iron dad” stark

tony stark was born to be a dad. he just didn’t know it at first.

#DON'T @ ME #tony stark #sometimes i think things and post them #iron dad spider son #iron dad potato son #upvote

[yandereloggedon]

[In New York]

Peter: Are you sure this is a good idea?

Harley grinning: Positive.

[In Malibu]

Tony standing up in the middle of a meeting: Harley and Peter are going to do something stupid.

#marvel #harley keener #peter parker #tony stark #iron man #spider son #potato son #iron dad #iron dad and spider son

[rebelmeg]

Science Sons... flamethrowers... and a bot that’s in love with a fire extinguisher.  This moodboard practically made itself.

For my @tonystarkbingo May Flash square “flamethrower” from Card 04!

#rebelmeg's stuff #moodboard #tonystarkbingoflash2021 #tsbflash2021 #tony stark #harley keener #iron man #iron dad and his potato gun son #im3 #mcu #iron dad #peter parker #spiderman #iron dad and spider son #dum-e #tony's metal child #dum-e is best bot #dum-e/fire extinguishers

[sciencelings-arts]

Happy 49th Birthday Tony! Thank you for your big bright and beautiful heart, since this isn’t super Tony centered I’ll probably draw something else for him but this series of drawings was based on Iron Mans real superpower, his heart. And goddammit do we need some more of that nowadays. 

Tell me which one your favorite is! 

#tony stark #iron dad #irondad #harley keener #potato gun son #Peter parker #spiderson #nebula #nebula marvel #nebula mcu #cyborg daughter #morgan stark #iron daughter #baby stark #iron man #iron man 2 #iron man 3 #endgame #infinity war #avengers #proof that tony stark has a heart

[starkcontrasts]

hc tony giving harley a shirt that says "potato boi" on the front as a gag gift that first christmas after im3 & harls retaliating with one that says "gold-titanium-alloy man"

eventually, peter gets one with "flyboi" as an inside joke & direct antithesis to his chosen moniker

#tony stark #iron man #harley keener #potato gun son #potato gun extraordinaire #iron dad #avengers #headcanon #matching shirts #family antics #peter parker #spiderman #spider son #iron fam #dorks

[em-star-crossed]

Harley Keener!

Heard Ty Simpkins will be in Avengers: Endgame 👀

In honor of the posters made, Harley Keener deserves one too! He was the first son!

this took me forever,, please like and reblog :’))

#marvel #mcu #stan lee #marvel studios #ironman #iron dad #tony stark #tony stank #rdj #robert downey jr #potato son #ironlad #harley keener #ty simpkins #ironman3 #avengers #avengers endgame #endgame poster #endgame premiere #thanos #thanosdemandsyoursilence #dontspoiltheendgame #anthony russo #joe russo #russo brothers #iron son