#Dear dad
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remyfire · 5 months ago
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Scenes that knock me unconscious from how cute they are
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snufffilmst4r · 4 months ago
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mash4077confessions · 4 months ago
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thedupshadove · 5 months ago
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Hawkeye in "Dear Dad": Kiss Mom and Sis for me.
Daniel Pierce, Widower, opening a letter from very much his only child:
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kinsfaun · 11 months ago
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Sharing to keep... You're welcome. Happy New Year ❤️
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ellowynthenotking · 17 days ago
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I think tomorrow I'm going to look back on some old ideas and see if I can make them into something I like a little better, wish me luck!
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mashpoll · 1 year ago
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Dear Dad (s1 e12): In a letter to his dad, Hawkeye describes the 4077th's follies during the Christmas season.
The Nurses (s5 e6): The nurses go behind Margaret's back so that a fellow nurse confined to her tent can spend the night with her soldier husband who is paying her a surprise visit.
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sevyyi · 4 months ago
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i wonder what changed between us, i use to be your favourite.
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smashpages · 2 months ago
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Out this week: Dear Dad (Graphix, $14.99): 
This graphic memoir details the life of Jay Jay Patton, with help from co-writer Kiara Valdez and art by Markia Jenai. Patton grew up with her father in prison, and her only contact with him was through letters. Now he’s coming home. The OGN details this new stage in their relationship and how they’d go on to create an app that connects incarcerated parents with their kids.
See what else is arriving at your local comic shop this week.
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enola504ever · 5 months ago
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remyfire · 5 months ago
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The level of bundled coziness I strive for daily
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shelivesingalaxies · 4 months ago
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I'm sad.
My heart hurts.
I think I suck as a daughter, dad.
But can I start focusing on just myself now? Build relations outside maybe?
I no longer want just to live in the identity as provider, breadwinner, protector and support of mom and D.
I wanna live and breathe too.
I wanna travel. Date. Have fun. Learn new things. Live in a quiet apartment with a window glass and a good view. Be surrounded by nature. Make friends and meet up regularly. Love and be loved. Fall in love and be taken care of and protected too. Be heard, listened too, understood, trusted. For there to be people around me who help me grow and learn and live better. People I can actually grow and enjoy life with. Build a future with.
I feel I can't do that here, dad. I feel taking care of them is hurting me and my visions. I feel they are too reliant on me. I want them to start taking care of themselves now. I don't deserve to be guilted into carrying a baggage of three. Everyone lives and dies.
I deserve to live too and enjoy it.
Can I? Will you hate me if I choose me?
I don't know what to do, dad. But it hurts. A lot. And I am tired of trying to make mom learn accountability when she doesn't even want to understand nor try.
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mash4077confessions · 2 months ago
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jonberry555 · 8 months ago
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MAS*H: Dear Dad | Season 1 Episode 12 | Retro Review
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I love the television show MAS*H, so I thought it would be fun if I rewatched every single episode and recorded a review of said episode. Join me today along this five year long mission as I review the Season 1 Episode 12: Dear Dad.
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relief-permission · 1 year ago
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Something very emotional I need to express.
Warning: mention of self harm
My sweet little girl.
So alone in this big dark world.
So helpless to the things being done to you.
The things they did to you.
The things you do to you.
You never dared to cry or shout.
You always smiled because, even when it hurts that way you hoped they wouldn't stop loving you.
You never dared to talk back.
You always feared of being alone.
You always feared of being hurt.
But now after all your effords, you have to realise that because you didn't cry, because they didn't let you, that everything was a waste of energy.
And now your sitting in this dark room that looks just like your fathers house with scars on your arms, tears in your eyes, begging for god to help you while deep inside you know very well that no one will come to safe you.
You're to old.
You're to big.
You now have to take care of yourself.
And them.
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ellowynthenotking · 8 months ago
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Apr 12
Dear Dad,
That was a huge waste of time. An unbelievably huge, massive, colossal, gigantic waste of time!
I can’t believe we fell for it, and I can’t believe other people keep falling for it! Hundreds of people have gone into this wizard circle for help, but they can’t really help anyone! 
We should have known better. I mean, I should have known better. With all the people we’ve seen and talked to. We should have known that none of them would actually help us. No one in this world is actually able or willing to help us. They just don’t want to help us. They give us just enough hope to go on to the next place, so we stop bothering them and move on to the next people. 
Just one after another. That’s all they do, all they’re willing to do. Just get us out of their hair or use us until they can get rid of us. It’s ridiculous, it’s insane, it’s so, so so mean. Why not just help us? Or just tell us that you can’t actually help us? 
I mean, the people at the temples have been telling us that all along. Because they know that it’s what’s actually important. Actually, right, one might even say. Because we deserve to know if you can’t actually help us. It’s not like we’ve gotten mad at anyone for not being able to help us. Usually, we just try to get them to point us in the right direction. Which isn’t hard at all! Even if I don’t know where something or someone is, I can usually at least point someone in the right direction.
But then again, maybe that’s what these people have been doing. Doing that, they think, is pointing us in the right direction when really they don’t even know where the right direction is. Maybe in their minds, it’s better than nothing. 
But it still hasn’t actually helped us at all. It’s done nothing, nothing at all for us. All it’s done is send us further and further away from where we started with no actual certainty of anything.
And these guys are the worst of all the people we’ve run into. They didn’t even try to actually help. I doubt that they’ve actually helped anyone! They’re not even wizards! The so-called wizards are actually just a bunch of dudes in a castle using magic items to pretend to be great and powerful wizards. They don’t even know how to use half the stuff that they’ve gotten stashed away. They just take all these insane, potentially helpful to someone magic items, and they hide them away from the world, using them to convince people they’re the ones with magic, and then they take more of the mafic items in trade. 
There was nothing there that could help us, because they weren’t actually any people who could help us, and they didn’t actually have any items that could have helped us. It was all duds, all of it.
They tried to do their drama theater show on us to show how magic-y they are. But I could see when they used scrolls and items for it. And Zunair called them out for using ambiance music in the place to make it seem more mystical. Grace was the one who actually tore into them for it all, though. When we pointed out all the items that they were using to give us a sham show of power, she was probably more mad than the rest of us. She tore them to shreds, asking what they did, where they got the items, how they could do what they were doing, and calling them scam artists to their faces. 
I thought she was actually going to attack them, but the most she did was break one of the wands that the guy at the front had, which was mostly just making bright and shiny lights, which was kind of amazing and terrifying. At least, it really terrified the stupid fake wizards. We interrogated them to see if they had anything, anything at all that might be able to help us, but the most useful thing they had was a scrying bowl. But since we didn’t know exactly what we were looking for or where it was, it was useless to us. 
A castle full of stuff, full of magic, and we couldn’t even get directions from them.
They wasted our time, they wasted our money, they’re absolutely useless.
I can’t believe they have an entire city, not just an entire city, but an entire kingdom, really, fooled. Convinced that they’re these great and powerful wizards when they’re just fancy con artists. I mean, someone else’s gotta know, right? That they’re just taking people's time and money. Tricking people, good people, probably. Cause of what, money? The illusion of power? 
Bastards, the lot of them. I hope something terrible happens to their castle and all their magic items get spread to the corners of this world.  
We wasted days, Dad. We wasted so much time looking to get here and looking for them, looking for work to pay them. All for what, for them not even to be able to help us. They can’t even point us to someone else who might be able to help us because they’re fakes. Big fakes. The fakiest fakes to ever fake in this kingdom. 
I wanted to yell at them more. I wanted to scream at them. I wanted to take everything from them and show it to the world. 
We should have grabbed a few things out of their stocks. They weren’t even using most of it, just showing it off and hoarding it like terrible fake dragons. Using it to make themselves look good. I’m sure there was stuff in there that we could have actually used. Something that might have actually been able to help us later on, or that we could have sold to help fund other research, other things that might have been able to help us. 
Wasted so much time. I can’t believe it. And there wasn’t even anything to show for it. We didn’t get anything from them, didn’t have any items to show, didn’t have any directions. 
We didn’t get home, god I can’t believe I was so stupid to believe that they would acutally be able to get us home. 
It hasn’t happened do far, why would it happen now? Just cause we waited in line? Just cause we thought that it might be able to help us?
No, it was a dumb ploy, a dumb con, and we fell for it: hook, line, and sinker. I can’t believe that we were so dumb.
We’re going to keep on through the city, but if the cult was looking for us here, they might have more than caught up. We still have the temples to look through. The one we’re staying at, Willow, is covering, so tomorrow, one of the others and I are going to go look for the other temples and see if they have anything or might be able to help us in some way. I’m not going to get my hopes up again. I’m going to stay firmly in the “we’re not getting home, but I’m gonna keep trying” camp until we’re actually home. It might help, it might not, but I can’t keep hoping like this. It’s hurting me, really hurting me, I think, to hope so much and to keep having it dashed on the rocks like this.
The time wasted is going to come back to haunt us, I’m sure. I’m hoping the cultists aren’t still following us because if they have been, they’re already 4 days closer to us because of all the time wasted. Time was wasted waiting outside the city, time wasted just finding a place to sleep, and then even more time was wasted at the door of the stupid wizards and their stupid castle. The stupid fake wizards. How many people have they tricked? Is there even a point to this? To all of it? 
Are the cultists looking for anything, too, or are they just going to hunt us down to do terrible things to us, too? I mean, what are we even going to do if they catch up with us again? There’s no real answer because the answer is probably going to be something terrible.
I want to go home, that’s all I want. I want to not be here, I want to be able to see the world again without worrying about cultists of all things. I want to be able to sleep in a bed that I don’t have to barter for. I want to know what else the cultists are planning, if they catch up to us, I don’t have to wonder about them too. 
I don’t want theme to catch up with us at all. I want them gone. I want us gone. 
I want to find a way home in one of these libraries. So I’m going to keep looking for a way, home, but I”m not going to trust anyone elses’ word on it. I can’t. 
I don’t know how the others feel. I don’t know if I want to know. I want to go home.
We don’t even know where to go or what to do next. We’re just fumbling around, hoping that the way home is something we’ll be able to find, and find soon. But I don’t know if it is something we’ll find or find soon.
I wonder if the Seers were even telling the truth. We trusted them, too, and I don’t know if we can actually trust them. 
I don’t know if I can trust anyone.
I can’t stop, though. I don’t know what I’ll do if I stop. Maybe die like a shark.
Jack
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