#father’s son

[poetic-child-of-night]

Papa,

I never had a cognition of such before but today when i looked in the mirror i felt as if i was seeking something. maybe something profound i can write about, maybe something pretentious i can brag about, maybe i was looking for my own faults or maybe i was looking at a bleak 20 year old chap looking for meaning from nothing.

Amidst all these maybes i saw a reflection not entirely my own. It met my gaze with kinder eyes steeped in wisdom. It was a warm soul yet a cold exterior, a bold authoritarian with tenderness of a nurturing forest - a paradox, one might say.

It was reflection of days yet to come and yet of days that have gone by, much like the timeless rhythms of the river. Inside the mirror stood a man - blurry to my vision yet unmistakably clear to my heart. It embraced my blue with his somber simple arms. A perpetual radiant smile evermore brushed around as if his face were a canvas upon which the bold strokes of vibrant colors danced, like a meadow painted with the hues of lotus.

The man in the mirror bathed with the grace of moonlight, glowing even in the darkest hours. Someone with Shiva’s unwavering resolve interwoven with Vishnu’s playful innocence in his soul.

I looked at the man, we were moulded of the same mud and blood. I looked at the man long enough till tears swelled up. I beheld you, dear Father, with an intensity that brought tears to my eyes, tears of reverence, much like the sacred rain of Indra. I beheld the man who bore the weight of responsibilities and, in the same breath, offered solutions with unwavering resolve,

And yet, despite being etched from the same fabric, I knew our threads would forever weave tapestries distinct. Our tapestries, though similar in hue, would hold unique patterns, intricate designs born from the tapestry of experiences we called life. I may never fully grasp the tapestry you have woven, the struggles you have faced, the joys you have savored.

Our thoughts, though born from the same wellspring, might never converge, mirroring the paths we walk, ever diverging even as they run parallel.

But Father, know this, even if I cannot walk in your shoes, I see the footprints you have left behind

I looked at you just like you did for your father before. I looked at you just like you did for your father before.

[coquexari]

what do you mean this isn't what happened

[frownyalfred]

Thinking about the JL finding out that Bruce has contingency plans for all of his kids and being horrified. But when the League asks them about it, all the kids are like “yeah! we actually all have them for each other just in case” and move on like it’s perfectly normal to have three different ways to take out your brother on hand (for emergencies).

[lotus-pear]

SIGHHHH BSD REREAD…................I MISS THEM SO MUCH :(((

[housetzuyu]

this picture is cracking me up so bad house looks like a recently divorced dad who's spending the weekend with his son and decided to take him to the amusement park

[metamorphesque]

― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (translated by George Reavy)

[sloanslone]

Winged Odysseus and Telemachus!!

(Followers demand)+(demigod au??? idk...)

(YES , I finally added some orange to Telemachus's wardrobe 😭)

[anniekinsart]

Like Father, Like Son..

I might have been inspired by the whole manwhore AU and did a lil' sketch xD hopefully the format works, I'm still learning

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael is very subtle about his daddy issues in FNAF..

[insomniphic]

Telemachus doesn't want his cool and awesome hero dad to realize he's a boy-failure LMAO

[theartlockerlocked]

[whosoldherout]

[harmleikurdraws]

Bruce and Ace <3

[spoopdeedoop]

king and harbinger, old and young

[wehadfaces]

imagine if instead of garak, ziyal would’ve had pursued jake. how insufferable dukat would have been. ahhh commander sisko, it appears your son and my daughter are embarking on a rather interesting relationship! correct me if i’m wrong, but by human standards, wouldn't that make us somehow related? i’m now—how would the terrans consider it—your wife?

[reactorshaft]

just… Goro Miyazaki starting his animation career with having a son kill his father, the king of a kingdom where magic is disappearing, and run away and Hayao (possibly ending) his career with a young boy refusing to take on his family’s powerful legacy over a magical world, knowing the world would die without him in favor of not abandoning his family and choosing to live contentedly in the mundane world…