#modern w

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Daddys Girl

Growing up you learned one thing.

You were called an “easy kid.” Nice, polite, quiet, forgotten. 

But you got that title because you gave it to yourself. In hopes that if you were good, you would get a slither of your father's attention. A bit of praise, a kiss on the head or something like when you were younger.

But no. That was for your little sister now. The hugs, the kisses, the smiles, the laughs.

It was like that was never you. Never held on your dad's shoulders, never tickled until you cried or never fell asleep on his side as cartoons played in the background.

Those were hidden away in a collection of pictures, memories and videos. Abandoned. Forgotten by everyone but you as you rewinded and rewinded them again and again.

Back when your father was who you called “daddy” because that's who he was. The one who showed up, the one who put you to sleep, the one who loved you.

Now he's just the one who didn't come to your award ceremony today. The one who drove you home without a thought in his mind as your little sibling rambled on in the backseat about how “daddy” gave her flowers at her ceremony.

The one that took place thirty minutes after yours.

You say looking out the window, not wanting to look at your dad or speak in hopes he wouldn't see the look on your face or the tears in your eyes.

Your sibling certainly didn't.

“How was school today?” Your father spoke up, surprisingly, even more surprised as the question was aimed at you.

You didn't look at him, simply shrugging your shoulders.

“Fine.” was simply all you offered, watching the trees pass by the window.

“That's good then.” Your father offered, giving you a side glance out the corner of his eye. His voice didn't indicate sarcasm or displeasure, but you had seen it aimed at you to know better.

“You're not excited about your award?” Your sister asked in her sweet, child like voice with a smile. You hated that smile. You hated it because you used to be that smile.

You turned over your shoulder to give your sibling a narrowed glare, not wanting it to be mentioned or talked about. Especially since your dad didn't show up or seem to even remember.

Your little sister didn't catch your look, or she was too clueless to understand. She rolled her eyes at you, thinking you were trying to be mean before she went back to her stupid smile.

Your dad drove you all home in silence. You could only feel relaxed as he pulled into the driveway and your escape was so close.

Your sibling padded out the car as quickly as she could, you unbuckled your seat back quickly and threw open the car door before your father spoke.

“(Name). Are you angry at me or your sister?” Your father tried to speak, genuinely sounding like he cared for once.

But you gave up on that trick a long time ago. 

You pretended like you didn't hear him, bounding out the car and jogging inside with your little paper certificate in hand.

“Mom! I got an award!” Your father heard you call out, seemingly happier as you tried to find your mother. 

Your father sat in the car for a moment as he heard your happy voice, but not to him. To your mother. He lost that happy, smiling voice of yours and the running into his arms long ago.

What was once a forgotten and stored away memory was now playing out in front of him, but his place was taken by your mother as he was forced to watch from the doorway as you showed your mother proudly.

Beaming like a five year old as your mother smiled at you like he used to, your arms around her waist and hers around your back like a perfect picture he had no right to ruin.

“That's great, baby!” Your mother went on, kissing your cheek and taking your little certification to put on the fridge.

You smiled, sitting on the counter and kicking your legs as you went on and on like you used to, your mother listening and feeding in.

Your mother was everything your dad wasn’t. She loved you, she showed she cared. She didn't replace you. Your father, the famous “Ghost”, noticed this. 

He could feel a tug and a piece of longing as he watched his baby girl drift so far away, but he wouldn't admit it. 

He watched you follow your mother, talking and smiling as your little sister sat next to him to color.

He tried to pay attention to your sister, but couldn't as he watched a part he played be taken right in front of him.

You and your mother used to be him and you, following at his heels, talking and smiling but now he was unnoticed and ignored like you were.

You didn't talk to him, he never had your attention anymore. Hugs were gone, kisses were non-existent and the daddy's girl was abandoned the minute he stepped back onto that field. 

Things were different from then on. No matter what you tried, your dad never preferred you anymore. You didn't talk to him, he didn't talk to you.

You weren't his little girl anymore.

You could feel your father looking at you but ignored the feeling because why give in?

You now sat at at the kitchen island, pecking away at homework as you ignored your father as he got up and moved around, but you still felt his stare.

You learned to ignore someone best from him, choose when to be cold and distant and who to be cold and distant too. Like he was to you. 

You could be sad and cold one moment, then happy and giddy the next. A choice to choose an emotion or a choice to switch them off. 

You learned from the best, your dad. 

Sometimes you wonder if that's how this came to be.

While you wondered, Ghost knew. It was why he left you in the dust. Why you were (Name), no longer his baby girl.

Because your smiling face reminded him too much of himself when he was younger, naive, stupid, childish. 

And somehow, you got the worst parts of him. The anger. The cold, lifeless eyes. Ones that stared back at him just as he stared back.

You were too similar to him. Choosing to leave the worst unsaid and the best forgotten, your sister's birth sealed his old baby girl away as another swooped in to take her place.

But your father couldn't help but want to be the one you talked to once more, the one who you loved still, the one you used to call Daddy.

But you couldn't because that was in the past, you've accepted he's different now.

You weren't important now. Your father was cold, he was distant now. Even if he tried he couldn't be like that again, close like you two were but he still wanted that.

It was gone long before he noticed what he had done. You would always be his daughter. And he would always be your dad. 

But you're someone else’s baby now.

You were no longer his.

[menlove]

the problem w modern sci fi is there's no camp. would you ever see a man dressed like this in 2024 star trek? no

a woman dressed like this?

what about these guys?

what about this crime?

meanwhile modern trek just looks like this

WHERE is the cunt! the camp! the garish colors!

[pittipedia]

'McDonald’s Filet-O-Fish w/Strawberry Shake & Fries' by Noah Verrier (2022) Artist Website: https://www.noahverrier.com/

[sonny-d]

ok but if u think ab it arthur comes back and hes from over a thousand years ago so obv he doesnt speak the modern language he speaks brythonic and maybe probably old english bc kings used to speak a lot of different languages for their ppl in the east so im gonna say that that probably carried west but either way both brythonic and old english are so extremely dissimilar to welsh and modern english

the point tho is that merlin would like have to teach him a new language and also he would speak it with a very heavy accent that no one has ever heard bc accents change fucking a LOT over 1500 years especially coming from an ancient language

this is one of the greatest fic ideas i think ive had so far guys im excited

[eriochromatic]

winter outing featuring cross guild and company 🌨️🌨️🌨️

[haridraws]

what if a puff sleeve renaissance doublet, but it’s also a puffer jacket

[temeyes]

id picture (gone wrong)

[ramvur]

got your six

[tinukis]

day 5 - little brother

so incredibly self indulgent but yeah anyway... little brother w his three older brothers

(please more asl + uta/asul bros please)

[sepezzz]

my forever babygirl

[visualeffex]

RWBY modernAU outfits

[azucarera-art]

when u, a queen, come across another king, & u discuss how best to maximize ur joint slay 💅🏽✨

[namedvesta]

— Pina Bausch, performance still from “Blaubart” (𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟩)

[eurodynamic]

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY → ‘Ghost Senpai’ Skin Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

[yeehawpim]

I hope you aren't lonely even though they call you The Stranger

@worldsbeyondpod

[glassedplanets]

i am still soooo charmed by that one set of eyecatchers