#Broken Families

[athousandbyeol]

midnight. [forcebook fanfic]

it's force's mistake to find shelter in the safeness of kasidet's wings, thinking he'll fly and reach for the stars beyond the realms of his endless nightmares. because once force opens his eyes, he falls. down. down. down.

chapter 1. / chapter 2.

[aestheteasteria]

Why is it so difficult for men to love their wife and children?

[uneasy-eyes]

[poem] broken family bars

I take what I can get–even if they are crumbs. I treat girls like little sisters and boys like my sons. Always preparing for a future I still don’t understand. No help coming? I learned to manage with my own two hands. I’m a good mom and dad, like I was raised to be. I’m a good mom and dad, but who takes care of me? ~actuallyFrankie

[grady70]

347e

mbrazfieldm(c) 2020 the thoughts of the sounds you make your face in pain your eyes ash gray grow like wild honey suckle vines outward from the insides of my composting heart look she says can i get a break today my blood borrowed by thirteen murder scenes lined up coming from my vocal chords ready for the gate to fall i know the demons they feed well from me the prescription don’t eat before…

[msaprilsky]

https://x.com/LoverHomeless/status/1813141855598444729?t=xRzXJe5ZlLyIqhGjTR_1sA&s=19

[notherpuppet]

Young Seraphim

[uncanny-tranny]

Amatonormativity has destroyed so many people's understanding and acceptance of themselves, and it's heartbreaking.

Yes, it is normal to be in your 20s, 30s, or older and not have lost your virginity, had a first kiss, or a partner. It is normal to say that you aren't ready for those things, too! It is normal if your life doesn't follow the "college graduate -> engagement -> buying a home -> 2.5 kids and a dog" trajectory that so many people have idealized.

So many people associate maturity with losing your virginity, or having a first kiss, or a serious relationship, and I think that's a dangerous association. Maturity isn't gained through those things, and you don't have to have those experiences to be considered "mature" or "grown." It is not a bad thing to go at your pace. Nobody else can live your life but you. If you end up having those experiences, that's great! But it should be done because you want to experience them, not because you feel "broken" and "immature" without them.

[novelist-becca]

Man.

Imagine being Eda here.

You did everything in your power to keep your daughter (who just cracked open your walls) safe and away from the fight. Argued with her about her safety and even helped carve her palisman.

Only for it to be in vain, because she ended up being killed by Belos anyway. And you got a front row seat.

You don’t even know what to do as you watch the light orbs that used to be your kid float away.

At this point, Eda doesn’t give two shits and let’s the owl beast take the reigns.

You can practically hear her grief and agony in “I don’t think I can control myself right now.”

[bogdoom]

"One day you'll be a soldier just like me, son"

[a-chaotic-dumbass]

winterfell is one of my favorite of the castles bc its warm. both in a metaphorical and literal meaning. its built on natural hot springs and has hot water streaming through out the entire castle, protecting its residents both from the cold and people alike. its so warm inside that catelyn can open her windows in the middle of the night and still stay comfortable. even the glass gardens are warm enough for flowers to bloom and crops to grow in the long winters, feeding the keep. the people are warm too; everyone from the servants to the lord himself. Ned cared for his people and they loved him for that and took care of the Starklings in turn, risked their lives to save Bran and Rickon from the ironborn. Theon knows that if Bran and Rickon were to get away from Winterfell, the commoners themselves would protect the princes, hide and lie for them. and when Sansa builds Winterfell from snow and rocks and sticks in the Eyrie, it doesn't feel right bc despite the snow which covered it from winter to summer, Winterfell itself never was cold

[blueprint-poetry]

the children are. . .

You broke her heart, all in the selfishness of adult intractability, instability, innocence turning to wizened rebuff. We catch the children in the chest; don’t deny we’ve gotten exceptionally good at uppercuts, and honey, they can’t throw ’em like we can. Don’t forget every move you make is twisting at the love bound to sour, as these things only know how.

How do you answer the questions she posits at night? All this life wasting away in a burned out mind. We can’t answer for what we’ve done, but they’ll demand it, and all the well for it, let them. I’m not afraid of the answers, I know where I lay my head. I’ve never slept well— I woke to fear and a quickened heart long as memory serves, black out tantrums for the fears I can’t acquit— burning in the womb from the moment I sparked to it.

But her innocent heart will take the hit, and for that I just can’t take it. Children don’t understand what we’ve complicated. Contemplating the weight of our existence, discontent in our every moment, driven to our lines of division.

He’s just a kid— some day I’ll see him with a busted lip. Cause someone once told him to fight for his broken heart, and I can’t help but think how badly we’ve helped it along, cause some day he’s gonna question it. Children always wonder what they did.

Oh baby, don’t take the weight of it. We grew up long before you did, and us grownups have a way of compartmentalizing love where you still give it so freely.

Baby, don’t ever stop giving it freely.

—blueprint poetry

[grady70]

my last one

photo: mbrazfieldm (c) 2024 he’s in a little cedar boxwith an American flag tied to himshe sighs through the cat hairand dust in the sunlight of the roomparticles dance float and flipshe speaks in tender fondnesssweet pink cotton candy memoriesfor my ears to receivenow their father is gone toothe remains? they will crematehim soonshe ponders for 37 secondsshould they share the cedar boxthen she…

[msaprilsky]

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

there's more than 50 reported deaths (for now)

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Time loop edition!

Jason gets a chance to do everything right.

He’s got one day, twenty four hours, to change everything to the way he wants it to be (read: repeatedly kill Joker). And if he’s not satisfied with the result by the end of that time, well, that’s fine. He gets a do over for as long as he wants—if he offs himself before the twenty fourth hour mark.

He just didn’t count on his stupid family to be such a wild card and keep switching their routines around at the drop of a hat. Makes it so much harder to plan Joker’s perfect demise…

((Meanwhile the batfam: screaming and falling over each other, very much aware of the time loop but under the impression that Jay’s death is the catalyst, trying desperately to stop Jason from committing suicide by the end of each day.))