#i love my mom and dad
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bananastarion · 1 year ago
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Is anyone else depraved and unhinged enough to imagine what it'd be like to introduce your baldur's gate partner to your actual parents
If I were dating Gale, my mom would hate him and my dad would love him. If I were dating Astarion, my mom would love him and my dad would hate him. Drama either way. Amusing af to imagine how it would play out lol
I can see my poor dad, pleading with me to stop dating an immoral vampire who is 209 years older than me. How horrified he'd be the first time he noticed bite marks on my neck. "It's time to have a little more self respect and stop taking in every stray dog with a sob story. You deserve someone decent. Gale is educated, he's got money, he's got a good heart. I pray every night you break up with Astarion before he hurts you."
I can see my mom taking one look at Gale and saying to me the moment he's out of earshot- "Euugh, what an annoying loser... you can definitely do better. What about Astarion? He seems like more fun. Plus, who are you to resist a sexy vamp? I know you better than that. Just go for it, girl! He's hot!"
Feel free to share what your parents would say lol
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tezzbot · 1 month ago
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Started watching FOP a new wish and uh oh uh oh refound appreciation for old blorbos invading my brain my mind cosmo wanda I wish you happy forever and ever
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graciegoeskrazy · 7 days ago
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Guys my parents are fighting again
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lost-in-sokovia · 2 years ago
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it’s never too late to post the family christmas card
@spicedchaiandromeda @quietsounds
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homkamiro · 2 months ago
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Lil Pootis but I was inspired by a really old USSR film "Wolf and Calf" which made me really emotional
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shirecorn · 3 months ago
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Monsters
Bittersweet Dreams || Perspective || Evil || Fighter
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going through my old journals as part of therapy homework and i'm reading a section written in the emotional wreckage of a full-on breakdown when i get hit with this line:
There is never a satisfying answer to ‘Why didn’t they love me?’
like wow babe. good fucking point
#like you were on the ground biting the carpet and dry sobbing while you wrote that and still. good fucking point#not a shitpost#cptsd#and it's true. there's never a satisfying answer#the truth is i know why i wasn't loved#i analyzed my parent's traumas and abuse to death. i understand why i alienated and was alienated from my siblings#i know why my mom was too overwhelmed to be capable of nurturing#i know why my dad vanished into addiction and avoidance#the details of our cycles of trauma and cptsd and family history i have a phd in all of it#i understood perfectly. i spent years studying and now i knew the answer#and guess what? IT WAS NOT SATISFYING!!!#because they still didn't love me! and i still couldn't change that!#it was still a completely unsatisfying state of affairs!#so like. when the people who are supposed to love you...don't.#when the people who are supposed to take care of you...fail to#you can look for answers and reasons and explanations#but that's not actually going to FIX your situation.#and it's probably not within your ability TO fix the situation. (and definitely not your job)#because you don't need answers--you need a new situation#*inserts Just Walk Out. You Can Leave!!! (Running Skeleton) Meme*#and yes. walking out isn't always possible.#but for you i hope it will be one day soon. and i hope you build the courage to take that leap.#stepping away from the people who failed to love you...it feels like being untethered but also like being lighter than air#new and scary. immensely relieving. the future opens up. empty but empty like a canvas. blindingly bright until your eyes adjust#like climbing out of a pit you called home and for the first time realizing how bright the light of day can truly be#when you aren't just getting glimpses from the bottom of a hole
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zivazivc · 10 months ago
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first night alone
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witchyykitten · 2 years ago
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everyone talks about cutting off a toxic parent
but no one ever talks about the pain of wanting a parent but knowing yours cannot love you the way they should
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demaparbat-hp · 2 months ago
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Toph as a Goalball player 💪💚
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doctorsiren · 4 months ago
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I saw a cute headcanon that Mob becomes a firefighter when he’s older, and I love that so much, so I thought, “Hey, I already made Inukawa’s dad be a firefighter, so maybe talking to him is how Mob starts getting interested in that career path”, so I drew a little thingy
And then the last drawing is Ageswap AU Mob meeting (how I envision) normal-canon adult Mob at the same age as AS Mob because I thought it was funny
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queenlucythevaliant · 5 months ago
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clean your sword
i. Peter had thought many times about dying for his brother, killing for his sisters, as all oldest children do.
ii. He'd imagined it a hundred times: how if his mother and father were ever killed, he'd get some low-skill job and make sure Lucy's clothes still fit her as she grew. How he'd make fists and fight dirty if Susan was ever threatened. What he'd do if Edmund ever had to flee the country on a dark, windswept night.
iii. Yet when he heard Susan's horn that day, he still froze. Only for an instant, he thought, "this can't be my job, right?"
iv. The blood on his sword shone red when it was all over. When he wiped it on the grass, the stain it left was almost black.
v. They'd put Susan in his arms when he was two years old. Peter didn't remember it, but he knew he'd been waiting for her till then. He wasn't a real person until he was a brother.
vi. And when they walked back to the pavilion, Rhindon bumping Peter's hip, all he could say to his sisters was, "I'm sorry I didn't come faster."
vii. The High King was almost obsessive in the way he cared for Rhindon. When he grew older and required weapons larger than those made for a child, he obsessed over them too.
viii. He told the others, in no uncertain terms, that if it ever came to it in battle, they were to leave him and live. As their brother and high king, he commanded it.
ix. The first time Edmund risked himself for Peter's sake, Peter didn't speak to him for a week.
x. He was oiling his sword when Edmund found him. "See, the thing is, Peter, being brothers goes both ways. If you can love me enough to die for me, than I get to love you just the same."
xi. Peter agreed with him then, to avoid the argument. He was sick of not talking to his brother. Yet privately, he knew that Edmund was wrong. That sacrifice was Peter's special prerogative, as the first-born.
xii. Back in England, his mother noticed that Peter had become more fastidious. She didn't notice that his protective streak has grown - and maybe it hadn't, really.
xiii. It was uncanny, how Peter would always show up just when his siblings needed him. He'd round a corner, and there was Lucy stamping her feet and scowling at a bully. There was Susan, crying, and now his knuckles were bloody.
xiv. He cleaned the blood off in the sink so carefully. The water ran red for a second, and it almost seemed black.
xv. When Caspian asked for the High King's advice, looking so very young, Peter jerked his chin towards the sword a Caspian's hip. "Be ready to use that," he said. "Keep it clean, and close."
xvi. Susan forgot Narnia and she forgot Aslan. Yet selfishly, Peter still hoped that she would never forget how quickly he came when she called.
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livelovecaliforniadreams · 27 days ago
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2x8 | 8x4
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waitineedaname · 1 month ago
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you know, for being an orphan, Luo Binghe has a lot of dads. he's got Tianlang-jun (bio dad), Airplane (creator), Mobei-jun (stepdad by virtue of being married to Airplane), Shen Qingqiu (don't ask.)
lots of moms too! Su Xiyan (bio), the washerwoman (adopted), Shen Qingqiu again (seriously, don't ask)
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fumifooms · 6 months ago
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Dad always said I was like him
Meijack and Chilchuck Tims Dungeon Meshi, Ryoko Kui
^ 1: Moony moonless sky, Fatima Aamer Bilal / 2: Bug like an angel, Mitski / 3: Woodtangle, Mary Ruefle / 4: The Third Hour of the Night, Frank Bidart / 5 & 6: FROM THE MAKERS OF "TWO-MOM ENERGY DRINK," IT'S "LET YOUR FATHER DIE ENERGY DRINK,", Daniel Lavery & Cecilia Corrigan / 7: Batman: Year Three (1989) / 8 & 9 : FROM THE MAKERS OF […], Daniel Lavery & Cecilia Corrigan / 10: Wilt, CJ the X / 11: How Do We Forgive Our Fathers, Dick Lourie / 12: Milk and honey, Rupi Kaur / 13: And My Father's Love Was Nothing Next To God's Will, Amatullah Bourdon / 14: Moony moonless sky, Fatima Aamer Bilal / 15: Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong, Ocean Vuong / 16: untitled, Joan Tierney v 17: Drunk, The Living Tombstone / 18: unknown
When your father tried his best to provide for you but he worked all the time and even when he was home he was either tired or stressed and he’s always liked to get drunk to relax and cheer up. When you know he values work ethics and respectability so you grew up to be capable and quiet. And when he says you’re like him you’re sort of puzzled, does he really know you so little, or does he know himself so little? But you like the feeling of your father ruffling your hair so you accept it, and still you stand next to your mother just as silent and just as stoic as her during family gatherings. He leaves again and again and when your mother leaves him nothing changes, really. You wonder if it’s more telling that you know him better than he seems to himself or that you don’t know him as much as you wish you did, or that you don’t think about him all that much these days. Out of sight, out of mind. And he’s never really been there, even when he was there, after all.
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tsukinoshinjiu · 11 months ago
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Dance in the Garden
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