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This is the sweetest thing! I legit feel like I'm about to cry a bit, daddy issues hits hard with this one

Ones again very beautifully writen

And thank you so much for including my headcanons about physical touch and campings! I'm sincerely grateful for that, I'm so happy!

I cant wait for daddy Kremy headcanons!

I have some fluffy girl dad Gideon headcanons I need to share with you

Firstly, just something sweet I’ve been thinking about; Gideon is the unofficial official ceo of playing make believe and tea parties. The second his daughter breaks out the tea set and the tiaras, Gideon no longer exists. Prince Gumdrop of the Sugar Valley is here and he WILL be having tea with the Princess of Cupcake Town thank you very much

Gideon is. Wildly protective of his daughter. BUT. He is a huge believer of “let your child do dangerous things in a safe environment”. His protectiveness manifests in the way of like. Trying to teach her how to protect her self. Teach her when a situation is dangerous and how she should avoid it. Letting her learn lessons like “You either stop climbing trees or you need to get better at it. Either way stop falling out of trees!”

Though on the same coin, Gideon would kill someone for looking at his daughter the wrong way. Easily. Gideon has no qualms about fighting a dude who’s made sideways comments about his baby girl. Gideon would go to hell and back for her any day of the week.

A mutual said this in a reblog on a previous post and they were just so right; Gideons love language is physical touch and spending time with his loved ones. He’s always wrapping his daughter up in his arms, lifting her off of the ground in bear hugs or planting big, noisy kisses on the top of her head or cheek. She pretends to hate it, bating at his chest or shoving his face away, but it’s almost always half hearted and she always gives in and hugs him back.

Again from my mutual; Gideon loves to take her out camping after they start up the carnival with Kremy and Frost and Gricko. The loud noises and lights and the people can easily get to her and make her anxious, so every so often Gideon would pack up their camping supplies and they’d head off into the woods where there’s nothing but the sound of the wind, bugs, birds and wildlife.

He teaches her how to fish, how to track small animals and hunt them. He lets her climb the trees seeing as she’s gotten so much better at doing so. She climbs like lightning and with steady hands and feet, but Gideon can always be found at the bottom, waiting to catch her if she needs

And lastly, I feel like Gideons daughter would call him Papa. Like I imagine Gideon adopts her when she’s fairly young. Something happened to her first set of parents, leaving her orphaned in this big scary world. Gideon and Kremy find her and for whatever reasons I decide later, decide to keep her and raise her. Gideon’s the main caretaker at first and she gets closer and closer to him until one day she calls him Papa out of the blue.

Gideon doesn’t make a huge deal of it. Kremy can see the smile trying to fight it’s way onto his face, can see the tears welling in his eyes. But Gideon just answers whatever question she had like his whole world isn’t being shattered and put back together piece by piece. He just pats her head gently and then watches as she runs off to go play, accepting that he’s a father. A Papa.

Idk. Just some things I’ve been thinking about

Aww your welcome🩷✨ {sorry your stressed tho}

reblog to send your mutuals a hug. maybe just the thought is enough to cheer them up 🥺

I had been trying to fall asleep for a few hours, but my mind was just running and I was overthinking and getting worked up. I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was being comforted by someone, leaning on their chest sobbing while they ran their fingers through my hair, telling me it would be alright, that I had time to make everything ok. And when I tried to look at their face and ask how, I woke up alone. And now I'm mourning the faceless being who comforted me better than anyone else ever has, and they never existed to begin with.

you know? i’m not even gonna bother i- i’m telling you EN CUANTO VI A STEVE AHI NO PUDE Y EMPECÉ A LLORAR Y AAAA WHO WOULD’VE KNOWN QUE TAN IMPORTANTE SERÍA PARA MI VER ESTO UGHHH NECESITO QUE ME APAPACHEN 😭😭😭😭😭

I’M SORRY I’M JUST SWEATING FROM MY EYES

Man I wish that the people at my work respected me enough to tell me when I’m messing up and how to do better rather than gossiping about my faults and mocking me where they thought I wouldn’t hear. It especially hurts that my mentor was one of them. To my face she says I’m doing a good job and that people love me but behind my back she says that it would have been better for me to stay home and agreed when my boss talked about me calling my daddy to get me out of scrapes (she was referring to the time I had to call my dad to get me early from work because my migraine got bad enough that I couldn’t continue to work through it, my boss was the one who said I should go home early and had asked me a little earlier if I needed to leave then or if I could stay until I had worked a half shift. I told her I would work the half shift but I wasn’t able to make it and she was the one who convinced me it was fine. There was also a time when dad took me home early but I didn’t call him, he knew I was sick and came to check on me. That time I had actually called in saying I couldn’t make it but she guilted me into coming in.) I usually love my work environment and my coworkers (even my boss) but now I’m just hurt. This is just added to the time several weeks ago where I heard a coworker, who I think of as a friend complaining about how I take forever to check one aisle. I know I’m slow, especially back then cause I had only started a few weeks earlier and no one bothered to train me properly. I’ve had way more good times with my coworkers but right now I’m just hurt. I’m more hurt by the lack of respect in talking to me directly than by what they said.

I already always think I’m screwing up and that I’m terrible at my job. My anxiety is through the roof most of of the time and usually they are the ones reassuring me that I’m doing a good job or that it’s ok to make mistakes. Now I wonder if they were lying to me

... the hands.... the hands. they look so flipping good, and the feet. what wait how? am i about to cry.... YES

i just can't right now. she ain't perfect but my god i'm so happy.

never just up on practicing hands, use references and stay strong... feet are all down to luck... curse you feet

I have to go to school today, even on a holiday...😖days like thisss

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trying my best to not have a mental breakdown at work rn

all I want is for you to dance with me in the moonlight and hug me tightly at night

- 191225 / @howisitallinmyhead

I only want to touch you by the fingertips, tasting your light and tenderness slowly

- 191226 / @howisitallinmyhead

The person you miss seems to be a made up version in your head after all.

- 191229 / @howisitallinmyhead

Story Garden Tag ✨️

Tagged by @the-golden-comet a long time ago for this. Better late than never (I needed to gather my feels to write this).

Rules: Use the given starting sentences for each paragraph, start to construct a story, then share it and add your own starters, and keep the story going!

This will be written as thoughts of future Klaus from 🌐7 Circles🌐 and are VERY spoiler-y so if you don't want to be spoilt mosey on (trust me).

Your Lines:

I'm sure you're wondering how I got here.

Well it started with a pigeon.

So there I was, unable to go back.

1. It was the beginning of the end.

It was the beginning of the end from the moment she first told me that she didn’t mind my fangs. I always knew that we would have a century, maybe less. I knew that she would age, and I would not. I knew what other mortals would think of her - what they would see in us: a monster and a fangbanger. I never knew how to not love her. 

2. No amount of sorrow could hold me down.

No amount of sorrow could hold me down. No amount of warnings or remarks spat at her feet convinced her away from my side. No amount of me offering did either. I was her ‘fanged fae’ and she was my Sunshine. I wanted all of her, forever. Something I could never have. Ma didn’t want to approve, knowing that I would have an immortal life to mourn my mortal lover, but she could never hate someone who clearly loved me so much. The two women in my life were holding my hands and each other’s when Ma died. 

3. That was the first time I died.

That was the first time I died - a part of me fading away with my Ma. Fae aren’t meant to lose each other the way mortals do. Maybe that’s why my Sunshine led me through losing my Ma as well as she did. Maybe that’s why it was so much harder to keep going after I came home to find my Sunshine gone and I died a second time. Maybe I shouldn’t have - I wouldn’t have died a third time if I hadn’t gone chasing after her, hadn’t spent ten years searching when there was… no. There was a point. There was, and no amount of sorrow would hold me back. Chasing my Sunshine was the beginning of… everything.

Taggames! (no pressure) @katenewmanwrites @smellyrottentrees @wyked-ao3 @lychhiker-writes @the-golden-comet @fortunatetragedy @cowboybrunch @zackprincebooks @urbiggestfan-01 @quillswriting +Open Tag

Sometimes being somewhat smart is great but then words come up like epistomolgy and I just sit here wondering what I have gotten myself into.

A person not wanting to work 

Some people need a hug. I need a hug and M1 Abrams tank.

YOU GUYS

I JUST FINISHED WATCHING GRAVITY FALLS AND I AM SOBBING

I want someone to pull me between their legs and wrap their arms tightly around me and rock us until I the tightness in my chest dissipates... I wish

Today is a long boring day, and I look and feel like ending this day

It is days like these when i feel really shitty and off, i wish i had a man to call my own, to cuddle and to kiss my pain away.

Back from Infinity War and…I’m not okay

on the other hand it got me to like the song “Rubber Band Man” again