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countesspetofi · 7 months

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Because I needed another good cry today, I GUESS.

#reservation dogs #reservation dogs season 3 #elora's dad #devery jacobs #ethan hawke

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radicalrascals-gifs · 21 days

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[GIF Pack] Ethan Hawke

Following this link you’ll find 150 gifs (245x150) of Ethan Hawke as Rick Miller in Reservation Dogs: Elora's Dad (S03E09) from 2023. Ethan Hawke is an American actor and was 52 at the time of filming.

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Trigger-warnings: cigarettes, drugs

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4ever-the-nme · 7 months

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Elora's Dad

I want to give Elora's dad the benefit of the doubt because he seems to be trying, which is more than I can say for Bear's dad, but I like that Elora isn't completely letting it all slide because he was an absent father. Their conversation has a realistic awkwardness to it, but it's also kinda sweet that they're trying little by little while still being honest. It makes me hopeful for their future.

#random #elora's dad #reservation dogs #rez dogs #reservation dogs 3x09 #elora danan postoak #this ep was so good!#and k devery jacobs wrote this ep!#she's so talented!

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mysticmunson · 2 years

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annie

prompt: when you get put in charge of babysitting for the day, it's time to play house.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of parental passings, baby referred to as big/chubby (affectionally of course, i was/am a chubby ass baby)

strongly recommend listening to annie by john denver as you read :)

Babies seem to always gravitate towards certain people, whether related or not, and while some force it, others come naturally.

Eddie was a reluctant baby man.

Any of his friends' younger siblings immediately latched onto his leg as he walked by, realizing his jeans were not heavy a mere moment ago, looking down to see a smile full of open gaps.

As much as he tried to grimace, the attention was quite nice on both ends as the small babes usually sunk into a pit of giggles. This happened to be the case when your older sister came to town, leaving you at home to take care of her 8 month old for the day.

The morning was fairly quiet, Pamela sleeping for most of it, occasionally waking up to play with some toys. She wasn’t the clingiest baby, but found comfort in your arms as you swayed her on your hip.

“Who the hell is that?” Eddie asked, having let himself in the door after seeing your care alone in the driveway. Approaching the tiny human with skepticism, you smiled, turning slightly so he could have a better look at her. She stared up at him from your shoulder, arms flapping with a block securely between her fingers.

“This is Pamela, my niece.” You laughed, sitting on the blue couch, crossing your legs up on the plush seats. He hesitantly sat down, like being too close would somehow cause a shift in the balance of the universe. But her gaze was glued to him.

He let out a chuckle, eyes still wide, “Didn’t she have this baby like two days ago? She’s big, not in a bad way!”

Her chubby little arms extended, dropping her toy with a thud as she leaned closer to Eddie.

“Oh Christ.” He mumbled as she crawled into his lap, holding one of his fingers with a ring on it, “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Hold her, she doesn’t bite hard.” You teased, watching his hands tentatively wrap around her onesie clad body to bring closer to his chest. The nervous bounce of his leg made her giggle, an unmistakable smile coming to Eddie’s lips at the noise.

The scene was too ironic, the whole town had been scared of Eddie his whole life, when the boy can’t even hold a baby without fear. He was kind, gentle, and sweet, but most people weren’t aware. Even your loved ones were hesitant when you began dating around 2 and a half years ago.

“Okay, she’s pretty cute.” He confessed, her small grasp locking his nose as it scrunched, relaxing further into his seat. She started to climb up his chest, reaching for his hair.

“Pammy, no.” You cooed, lifting her back to your arms, but her face dropped. She whimpered and made grabby hands at the man in front of you, his brown iris’ flickering to yours.

He tentatively held his palms out, where she instantly went back to, and put her on his Iron Maiden tee, face squished against the skull printed on the black fabric.

The next few hours were spent playing house, a fair mix of napping, eating, and changing, the latter being the only activity Eddie opted out of. There was no denying how much Pamela was latching onto him, even catching him talking to her when you excused yourself to the bathroom.

The night was winding down, a soft buzz of the tv mixed with the gentle snores nestled on Eddie’s chest. His hand absentmindedly stroked her soft hair as he yawned, shifting to find more comfort as you sat on your bed.

“If you ever want kids, Eddie, you’ll be a great father.” You whispered as he remained staring down at the little one, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Do you want kids?” He asked, peering over at you, but you leaned onto his shoulder. If anyone were to come in, it would look as if you were a family, it felt real for a brief moment for him.

You nodded, “Eventually.”

It was quiet once more, a laugh track playing over an episode of The Brady Bunch. Pamela stirred, making a squeaky noise, limbs flexing against him. She started to twist, leading you to pull her between you two, covering her body with the quilt you were already under.

As you both looked down at her, he noticed the features similar to yours. Not an exact match, but you looked close enough to your sister that he could see it in his head, having a family.

��I would name my kid, Annie.” He muttered, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Your brows furrowed, trying to think of any significance that name had for him, knowing he isn't obsessed with the musical and doesn't know anyone by that name.

“I don’t have many memories of my mom, a lot of stuff got blocked out, but I remember a few things. She loved John Denver, especially the song Annie, it was his wife's name. But she would sing it to me, spinning me in the kitchen and restarting the record over and over.”

Eddie didn’t talk about his parents a lot, only knowing his dad was arrested when he was 13 and that his mom had passed away when he was 10. When she died, he moved in with Wayne after his dad had a few lashing outs that ended with a bloody nose and a broken arm. He could rant for hours on end about his dad, how shitty he was, how glad he was he was rotting in some jail cell.

But when it came to his mom, he found himself speechless. He remembers her kind eyes, the ones he saw on himself and hated when he got a look at himself angry, thinking of how much she hated seeing him upset. How she would always make cookies, writing notes in his black lunch pail that he now used for more nefarious activities, and her head scarfs that were made of floral fabrics.

“She used to do this thing where she would grab a wooden spoon and sing it,” He swallowed, staring down at Pamela, but you knew his mind had wandered to his childhood home. “She was such a great singer, I think it’s why I love music so much. But her favorite song was Annie, it even played on the radio in the hospital waiting room when she…”

While his voice trailed off, you saw his eyes gloss over, not reaching a point of tears, but nearing. Your hand grabbed his, lacing it together and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. He looked up at you, smiling before planting a kiss on your lips, careful to not put any pressure beneath him as Pam slept.

He gently hummed the melody of the song forever ingrained in his mind along with the wispy laughs from his mom who patched up his skinned knees and kissed his head goodnight. He was terrified of kids, never wanting to lead another member of the Munson family line down a toxic path.

But when he looked down at someone who even resembles you, he knew he wanted that life mixed with his pandemonium.

“Come let me love you, let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms. Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you. Come let me love you, come love me again.” He sang softly, his voice cracking after being so used to singing metal songs loudly.

“We can name ours, Annie.” You whispered as he smirked, propping his head up with his elbow.

He made a false thinking face, stroking his chin, “I don’t know, I’m keeping my options open to the perfect candidate.”

Punching his shoulder, he jolted and laughed, quieting when he felt the baby turn. He grinned unabashedly, tucking hair behind your ear.

“I’m kidding, you’re it for me whether you want me around or not.” He hummed, hearing the sound of the garage opening, sitting up.

“Glad to hear.” You smirked, lifting Pamela to your chest as she lazily opened her bright eyes. “Say goodbye to Uncle Eddie.”

Somehow the title made his chest flutter, standing to kiss her head before you walked down to your sister. The quiet sounds of whispering came from below as he sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with his watch on his left wrist.

While he tried not to think of his mom often, certain things always reminded him of her and he was glad when they did. As badly as he wanted her back, he knew all he had left was those foggy days behind him, littered with negativity from his father. But those orange hued moments of running in the yard during the summer or the blue cozy memories of hot chocolate on winter nights, that’s what he preferred to think about.

He wanted to be the man she wanted him to be, you wanted him to be, hell, who he wanted to be. While having a baby still terrified him, having a baby with you made him feel secure, and he wouldn’t let that go.

authors note: hi im pmsing and got very emotional over the thought of eddie being a dad sooooo.

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daddycephalopod · 8 months

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Rex, but he’s a really great girl dad.

#star wars captain rex #star wars clones #working on the rebels fic and idk he’s just so good at being a dad to Elora

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theatervine · 1 year

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More Willow Thoughts...

If this series doesn’t end with Airk/Elora/Graydon officially married after Elora and Graydon break Airk’s mind control and Kit and Jade running off to live with the Bone Reavers with Scorpia and Boorman then I don’t even know what we’re doing to be honest...

#Give me my OT3 #All my babies deserve happiness #Madmartigan would approve #Airk/Elora/Graydon supremacy #Willow #Kit and Jade are everything #Scorpia is a QUEEN #Boorman is an idiot but he's SCORPIA'S idiot #Willow just wants all his kids to be happy to be honest #Allagash lives #Sorsha would approve #Graydon's dad can go to hell #Mims better be alright or I will murder everyone

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mysticmunson · 7 months

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new beginnings

summary: after a great first date, steve is relieved to have met you, but you're hiding something.

single mom!reader x steve

tw: nothing :)

wc: 700+

author's note: i want to make this a series so please let me know what u think and thank u to @andvys for talking with me about this and giving me amazing ideas. love u :))

After many failed dates, tonight was going far too smoothly.

It happened after running into you at a supermarket, his cart accidentally hitting your foot as he looked at cereal. You turned around, not upset, only startled, and he began to ramble apologies.

Through this, he noticed how pretty you were, the lines by your eyes when you smiled, and the scrunch of your nose.

Meanwhile, you felt embarrassed in your jeans and tank top with a flannel thrown on, taken aback by the man who caused an ache in your ankle.

In a spark of confidence, he asked to make it up to you by going out the following night, casually walking through the park and going to get pizza.

Which is why walking you to your apartment door felt so irritating, he wanted to stay out late, getting to know you more and look into your pretty eyes. He understood that you needed to be home by a certain time, you had made that evident since the beginning of the night.

“I had a really great time, Steve.” You sighed, a smile hanging from your lips, but he was confused by the slight melancholy.

As he nodded, a strand of hair fell before his eyes, “I did too, would you want to go out next weekend?”

Before you could reply, the door swung open to see a girl with curly black hair holding a baby.

“Hey, I’m sorry, but I have to go-” The friend began, looking over at Steve, “Wait is this Steve?”

He threw a small wave, smiling, but she cracked a grin, “I can see why you were so nervous about tonight.”

The remark made your cheeks feel warm, playfully glaring at her and catching Steve blush himself.

“I’m Tasha, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” The friend announced to Steve then you, handing you the child before giving you a kiss on your forehead, and scurrying off.

Wrapped in the fuzzy feeling that you had been as excited as he was, he looked down at the little girl as she reached a hand to your face.

“This is Eleanora,” You stated, hesitant, “She’s my daughter.”

His eyes slightly largened, taking in her chubby cheeks and long eyelashes, how her hair was slightly darker than yours. Her attention finally went to him, seeing how her eyes were a near copy.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a baby.” He concluded, too focused on looking at her to notice your defeat.

A wobble in your voice is what made him look up, though it was only for a brief second, it made him think that this may have caused problems before.

“Um, I get if you don’t want to see me again.” You admitted, but you were lying through your teeth, you felt amazing with him.

He took a deep breath before smiling, waving to the girl whose eyes followed him closely.

“Hi, I’m Steve.” He introduced, making you stifle a chuckle, lifting her hand to wave it back, “I was wondering if I could have your blessing to take your mom out again?”

You bit back a smile before letting it free, adjusting your arm beneath her bottom.

“She says yes, I know it.” You laughed, “Are you sure?”

Seeing your distress, he decided to be painfully honest, “I haven’t dated anyone in a few years, not since high school, this is new to me. All I know is I like you and I want to hang out with you more. I like kids too, to be honest, middle schoolers swarm to me with their problems.”

He felt pressure alleviated when you giggled, already knowing the stories of the few kids who befriended him after his last relationship. Typically bringing up an ex is a red flag, but it was years ago and he spoke of her like a friend, one who was very much taken and on the opposite side of the country.

“Well, I will ask Tasha to come over Friday.” You smiled, bouncing slightly when Eleanora began to fuss.

“Eleanora should come,” He proposed as your eyebrows raised, not used to a guy not only being cool with the baby, but also wanting her around, “We can go to dinner, somewhere casual.”

You felt warm all over as you agreed, giving a side hug in your open arm before heading inside.

Standing in the cold hallway, Steve wavered emotions on whether this was necessarily a great idea, but all he could focus on was you. Especially with your daughter. For the first time in months, he headed home with the windows down, the radio playing loudly as he grinned.

He couldn’t wait for Friday night.

tagging mutuals: @lilacletter @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint @lesservillain @munsonsreputation

#elora writes #steve harrington #stranger things #steven harrington #steve harrington moodboard #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington angst #single mom!reader x steve #dad!steve harrington

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unsettlingcreature · 1 year

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i think its even funnier considering that eren vanished into the arcane expanse/everdreamt for two weeks and is suddenly back in ilithia just. putting magical graffiti on the wall in a nun outfit. I'm a little curious to see how vestie, elora and zeketh with react to the whole situation but will have to wait until next week sadly

#predictions are: vestran will awkwardly show concern about them vanishing but also judge hard about the nun outfit #elora will be full concern about the Everything #zeketh will just be like .... right ok sure. while eren tries to flirt and posture.#i also expect at least one question of 'whats a nun'#AITA for putting magic graffiti to find my surrogate elven dad after he tried to run away from his wife the last time i saw him #WIBTA for flirting with my surrogate elven dad's wife's brother in front of them #ch: eren diggory

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imwritesometimes · 2 years

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part of me wishes reservation dogs had come out like 8 years ago cause it handles grief unlike any other show I can really think of and part of me knows it's better that it's out now and I can actually get through the episodes

#LIKE lol I'm sitting here teary eyed over an ancient native american spirit having a heart to heart #through port a potty walls over death #and the heart to heart on the roof with Daniel's dad #and the end with Elora at the window like the whole ep was just a ROLLERCOASTER of smiling and CRYING #but I know all those years ago I would have been wailing in the floor so....#erin explains it all

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