#love my parents

[philbins]

"There’s something that is unique about whatever it is that is our relationship, and I think that it goes… it is beyond us (…) It’s like, if we were in the middle of a forest, would we still have this chemistry? And I think we probably would".

August 8th - Happy Gillovny Day!

[cuntleone]

crying at them being spotted right after the breakup rumors… she had to remind ya’ll!!!!

[kanthcnys]

Kim Doo-sik & Lee Min-hyun Moving (2023) |  dir. Park In-Je

[smaeemo]

A saga I call: “Conversations with my parents”

Star Trek Edition

My mom: If you were in Star Trek Voyager you would be Seven Of Nine

Me: No I don’t think so

My mom: Ok Bilana then

My dad: No that wouldn’t work because she would have to marry Tom Paris, and the only way that would happen is if Tom Paris was Tanya Paris

Me: Thanks dad

[graciegoeskrazy]

b2b

george daniel + stepdaughter!xcx!reader

warnings: brief yelling, parents fighting, mention of parents leaving, george is a hero

a/n: ty pookie for your request and for always being so supportive of my work. i really appreciate it 🤭

“Because if you cared, you would learn to understand!”

“I do care! I do understand! You need to understand that I can both understand and miss you and the same fucking time. I can be happy for you and be proud that you’re living your dream, and I miss you so fucking much that it hurts, at the same time.”

“Well I-”

Both their heads turned at the sound of a floorboard creaking. You realized your mistake and your wrong step, but it was already to late. They had already seen you by the time you tried to hide behind the wall.

They both sighed. George was the first to acknowledge your presence. “Come on out, darling.”

They knew you were home. They knew the walls in their London residence weren’t the thickest. They knew you have probably heard them fight or have arguments countless times before. Your Mum told you it was natural - all couples do it. But, the more they ‘argued’ the more concerned you got.

You were young, you couldn’t quite understand it all. Old enough to know and understand that every family is different and people go through different things - your family is a perfect example. Yet, not old enough to realize that one fight a couple had doesn’t necessarily mean the end of the nearly 4 year relationship.

In your eyes, you’ve seen your family get broken up before, and you wouldn’t let it happen again.

You slowly came out from behind, never meeting their gaze.

Charli spoke, voice quiet and gentle, “Baby…what have we said about the eavesdropping-”

“I Know. I’m Sorry…” She nodded. Your eyes still casted down. “I was just seeing if one of you would tuck me in.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.” George quickly said.

You nodded and walked back to your room.

…

George walked in without saying a word, a gentle smile on his face. He turned the main light off and walked around the room to turn on the fairy and twinkle lights scattered across the bedroom, a routine he grew accustomed to. He met you at your bed and placed a kiss on your head “Comfy?” He asked, whilst rearranging the covers. You nodded. “Good.” He said.

You spoke as he sat and fiddled with your hair.

“Are you and Mum gonna break up?”

He let out a dry laugh before turning back to you. “No.” He said.

You nodded, but didn’t believe him. “Are you sure?”

His heart was about to burst into a million different pieces the moment you looked up at him with the big doe eyes, a feature you inherited from your mother no doubt.

Truthfully, George couldn’t imagine a life without Charli. Or without you.

“Just because we have one fight doesn’t mean I’m leaving her.”

“But it’s not one fight.”

He sighed, loseing a bit a patience. “It’s gonna be fine-”

“Yelling your lungs out at each other doesn’t make things seem fine.”

He could tell you were genuinely worried, and the thought of himself making you feel this way hurt him. He shifted position and looked you right in the eyes. “It’s-”

“Don’t you dare say it’s complicated.” A tear was threatening to spill out. “I’m young, but I’m not dumb.”

George wiped it before it got a chance to spill over. “No, you are not dumb.”

He sat up and motioned for you to scoot over and make room, he sat down and wrapped his arms around you. You fell into him as he did so, too scared to let go. “I’m not leaving. I love your mom too much to do that.” He looked down at you, trying to get you to meet his gaze. “I love you too much to do that.”You fell into him, burrowing your head into his chest. “You understand?”

“I think so.” you said, sound muffled by his shirt.

“Good.”

[kimborahae]

Here some of mine imaginary story that we all ASIAN feel !!

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Scene: "The Messy Room Saga"

It’s 4 PM, and the house is already alive with that quiet hum of routine—vegetables chopped, rice cooker working away, laundry folded, and tea steeping in the kitchen.

But there’s one thing that throws everything off balance. That room.

The Room.

The door is slightly ajar, revealing a tangle of clothes sprawled on the bed and an open laptop with headphones carelessly dangling from the desk.

The schoolbag, of course, sits lifeless in the corner, textbooks untouched. Somewhere under this mountain of mess might be a child we lovingly raised, but honestly, at this point, it’s debatable.

We tried to ignore it all morning, hoping—no, praying—that by some miracle the child would come to their senses and clean up the disaster zone. But as always, reality mocks us.

"Clean it later, Amma," they say, as if ‘later’ is a magical time where responsibilities handle themselves.

Breathing in slowly to suppress the familiar frustration, we march to the doorway.

“HOW many times have I told you to keep this room clean? Do you want guests to see this?”

Their usual reply follows— “Nobody's coming today, Amma!” And that’s when we feel it—the urge to explain every single problem in life through this moment.

“This is exactly why your future is in danger! No discipline now means no discipline in work, no discipline in family! How will you even take care of yourself later?”

The child gives us the Look—you know the one—like we’re ancient fossils who just don’t get it. But we do! It’s our job to get it. That’s why we have to remind them every single day that discipline builds character. If not us, who will teach them? If not now, when?

“Fine, don’t clean your room,” we say, folding our arms. “But when you fail your exams, don’t blame us. And don’t even think about bringing your phone to the dinner table tonight.”

We leave the door open, hoping guilt will do its job where words failed. As we return to the kitchen, we sigh. It’s not about the room, not really. It’s about preparing them for the real world—because someday, they’ll thank us. At least, we hope they will.

Now, time to reheat that tea.

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This story captures the strictness mixed with deep care and the classic tendency to turn small issues into life lessons—something many Asian parents are known for! ....

If this kinda things happens with you too, come here broo we all need a hug 🤧...

But we all children know what they are trying to say and reflecting by their actions so must respect them!!😌

[pan1n1s]

in my dovesso phase, god help me

[maats-buddy]

My family: oh he's so kind, such an adult, we are so proud of him!

Me: tracing a paw guide to learn how to draw furry legs

I love them, but it's crazy to think I could change their opinion on me in second LOL

[precalamity]

found out my parents are tedtrent antis simply because they “don’t understand why Trent would be attracted to Ted”

[thegeekylady52]

sometimes your life is just what happened after your mom married the son of a teacher she hated

[luciano-nightstar]

My parents: only knowing me for being kind, sweet, phone addict, and innocent

My cousin secretly knows my gruesome, ptsd trauma giving to oc/s side: "haha... why do I have to know this...?"

Me: :)

[jacksonleavesthe0nly138472]

Hey I know this is going to seem weird, but does anyone know a app which hides other apps, I tried using one of the calculator app but it didn't work, I'm asking because I want to do art commissions, but I can't because my parents aren't going to allow me to, by the way I'm 18, I'm not trying to complain just explaining why I can't.

And not trying to make my parents seems like bad people, they aren't and I love them

[stilesfuck1ngstilinski]

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[kuschelkissen]

Still remember when I was at my parents' that one year with 2 of my dolls (2 male, gay OCs) and I left them in my room for a while, and when I came back later, someone had put them into each other's arms.

I assumed back then that it had been my mum (because she's also into dolls), but no, it was my dad.

Also remember that time my dad was asking some questions about these boys.

About Anthony, he asked if he was "active or passive" and I kinda lost it because I hadn't expected that question. My gf hadn't listened, but heard me laughing, asking "what?". I then said "he wants to know who's the top", and now my dad almost choked. "You know these terms??" he asked, with a somewhat surprised grin, and I just shrugged, like, "Yeah? 😅why wouldn't i?" And then we all laughed.

I think, my dad ships them. .

nothing makes me go "ooooh we are NOT the same" quite like reading some post about how people talk with their parents about their interests. what do you mean you told your father about stevebucky. what do you mean he asked further questions

[animationismycomfort]

it’s the way my parents listen when I ramble about stuff I like no matter what their doing or what time it is and if I wanna watch something I’ve been super obsessed with with them they’re on board 100%

[happysheeppolice]

I be talking about my dad, and like 30% of the time, someone will look at me weirdly and say "you have a dad???" why wouldn't I have one???? mf just because I wanted to kms doesn't mean I don't have loving parents