#I have major daddy issues

[avatarofthetimelords]

Guys i have officially decided bucky barnes is my dad!!

[roastedoatmilk]

watching this week’s tlou episode mood board

[fireladybuckley]

I can’t believe a boyfriend made a silly sex joke to lighten the mood after both partners had a moment of vulnerability. The audacity. The horror. The normalcy! Unbelievable. How dare a conversation about feelings turn to levity. How dare a couple have a light chat about trauma-related things over dinner that doesn’t turn into an incredibly deep heart to heart instead of a joke and moving on. Unbelievable. I’m never watching this show again! 👎🏻

[quietwingsinthesky]

I feel like opinions of John Winchester are less about how well you can interpret the show and more about how many daddy issues you, personally, have.

[spoon]

Ashley Mizuki Robins + Hugging her parents ♡

+ bonus fake dad hug

[wayward-sherlock]

“you and your brother were so well behaved and mature for your age” thanks it’s the depression.

[mumatsi]

Cute little persona art!

And giving my persona a father figure because I have major daddy issues

[indelicateink]

confused. are the screeners out or not? reports conflict.

because if so, journalistic integrity is kinda dogshit for some folks? did social media on this topic just become unusable for the next FOUR WEEKS while people in the know make reveals like the character spoiler today?

[get-more-bald]

frank is so so so so so so so fucking stupid

[gachapains]

The guilt I am feeling bc I got a new phone today is very real yikes yikes yikes

[taxonomicons]

dad called me a loser lmao I am NOT beating the daddy issue allegations huh

[just-spacetrash]

😵

[icelogged]

*2015 voice* i wish i had the chillness instead i got the mental illness

[yelloeukulele]

Dear Tim,

I think I wanted you to be good

I wanted to look at you

And see a light in your eye

That mine had lost 10 years ago

I wanted to feel the warmth of the sun

In a smile you would direct towards me

I wanted to feel the comfort

Of a hug

From a father

To a daughter

And as I spiraled in my seat

Surrounded by the scent of sweetness and salt

Back lit by a window

Which held the reflection

Of a past version of myself

I could not face

In the fear of being blinded by possibilities stolen

I could not help but wilt

To tumble into the shadows

Of a little girl

Who once could only wonder

“Why?”

“Why did you leave?”

“Why was I not enough?”

“Why were we not enough?”

Not in the sense of abandonment she once held

But in a numb realization

That you were never

Ever

Going to change.

You got there late.

Claimed I looked the same

Then ignored me for the menu page

And as I say

Baited breath

Clenching fists to tight

I had almost a years worth of crescent moons imprinted in my hands

An hour went by

And then two

And three

And I suddenly realized I still couldn’t breath

I looked to you in hopes of catching your sight

That a smile could break the barrier

That you held between your lips

I did what I always do

I ran

And through the tears

That I let fall down the drain

While I hid in a women’s restroom

Wiping black streaks from my skin

Which smudge accordingly

I realize that even a conversation

After 15 years

Was too much to expect

Not because the idea is illogical

But simply because you are

I begin to chant

“I was enough.”

“She was enough.”

“They were enough.”

After many moments my breathing calms

My heart no longer palpitates

And I begin to reflect on this time shared

I think maybe the darkness that I saw in your eyes

The ones which so closely mirror mine

Is what told me that whatever pain

What ever sorrows and unanswered prayers

Which permiated your childhood

Sunk into your clothes

Into your skin

Into your hair

Were too much for you to bare

Maybe We had always be enough

But you never could be

In the silence at the breakfast table

One which sat miles away from each of us

I recalled how I read ever thought which went unspoken

their stories written inside the lines of their faces

Foreshadowing amongst the shadows held under their lashes

And worst

Was the dimness which had taken over once shining orbs on each side of button noses

I could see grief as if a tattoo

Permanently staining their skin

Whatever has happened to you

It must have been terrible

So horrifying

That even when given the brightest of smiles

The happiest of giggles

Of tiny feet

With tiny socks

And tiny shoes

You could do nothing but watch

As you pushed them as far into your own pain

As your own parents

Had pushed you into theirs

I have more in common

With the black coffee I drink

Than with the thought

That I could love you

That you ever loved me

That at one time I stayed up

And watched the moon

In hopes

You saw it too

And through those tears

That I let fall down the drain

While I hide in a women’s restroom

Having Wiped black streaks from my skin

Which smudged accordingly

I walk back to the dining room

Only to see you outside

Smoking gold from thin white paper

Which burns in slow embers

Quickly fading to pale ash

Releasing the loose smoke

And look at a table full of sympathetic smiles

I sit to read their stories

And come to the conclusion

That I did not come for him

But for those he is surrounded by

If I was not born the be his daughter

And him my father

Then at the very least

I can find comfort

In knowing

I was born

To be a sister

P.S.

I’m sorry I’m not your little girl anymore,

and I’m sorry you’re not a little boy anymore.

I’m sorry you were robbed from childhood

and I’m sorry you robbed it from them too.

However

Just because you were robbed

Doesn’t mean you had to Rob them too

I hope if you ever see this,

you understand what I am trying to tell you.

I hate who you were, and who you’ve become,

and I hate what you did to these children I never knew

I know I may never be a real sister to them,

but like me

I know you’ll never be their father too.

Best wishes,

your second daughter

Oh yea,

I know about keighley too.

[blushouyo]

a female durges relationship with bhaal makes me so crazy like... youre daddys special princess. his little girl. his daughter...

[transgender-catboy]

I have too many parental issues to be into anything Spider-Man, ya know that? Christ almighty, everything hurts