#mommy phoebe's

[fatassdeclanlynch]

LEVELS OF DEVOTION

It Will Come Back by Hozier // Your Dog by Soccer Mommy //  Moon Song by Phoebe Bridgers // Night in the Hills by Jenna Barton // “Little Dog’s Rhapsody in the Night” by Mary Oliver // The Edge of You by Jenna Barton

[raerae-fr]

i hope who ever told me to imagine true blue as a mother/daughter relationship is rotting in hell‼️‼️‼️‼️

[binkbonkers]

i like how girls all have at least one music lady they are obsessed with like some girls have taylor swift, some have phoebe bridgers, i’ve got hayley williams like yes! girl music! yippee hooray!

[infantandinnocent]

pretty album covers to match their pretty songs

[sunbleachedmind]

When ur the oldest daughter who has mommy issues and has avoidant attachment style trying to date a man who also has mommy issues but is only child. The contempt in his emotional dependence on you but the dynamic is also practically asking you to be a female manipulator.

[gingerjolover]

hi!

i just wanted to update y'all that i have gotten all of y'alls requests and i am working through them! pls feel free to send ideas my way but i am writing that requests are closed on my masterlist until i catch up

i had a v busy day and then my night did NOT go as planned so i have a few more Halloween mini fics/blurbs to write and then i will be back to normal programming

thanks for your patience and i love u

<3

(enjoy this portrait of my wife and our child <3)

[between-myself-and-me]

Soccer Mommy feat. Phoebe Bridgers - The Biggest Lie (Elliot Smith cover)

[m3wpudd1ng]

its a new year, mom

and youre not in it

[puckmaycry]

“I hate you for what you did

And i miss you like a little kid”

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A piece I did with phoebe bridgers lyrics and an old photo my grandma gave me. Been really feeling those mommy and daddy issues lately.

[dustinblkwood]

Hello I am Dustin I am a homosexual and I am writing an album with elements of emo indie dream pop bullshit I have some songs out already this is one of them and am putting out a cover of Flux by Bloc Party next Friday maybe you should listen if you’re a fan of boygenius Snail Mail Soccer Mommy Girlhouse I hope you’re picking up a theme if you’re still here hey thanks I love u you might like me back too perhaps who’s to say

Check my Spotify Apple Music Bandcamp the like :^)

[michelletanners-world]

Monica invited Seho to dinner. She made spaghetti for Seho and said, "You can talk to me about anything, Seho. I really understand you, your mom is really an evil bitch. I don't understand how a mother can make her child cry in pain and not feel guilty? I can give you all the love you need, Seho. I think you just need help first and someone to talk to." Seho said, "Thanks," looking very sad and upset. He said, "I'm sorry for acting like a jealous jerk. I'll try to be less jealous. I've made stupid choices just to get my mom to love me."

Monica said, "You don't need to apologize. It's all your mom's fault, not yours. You're not like your mom." Seho said, "Thanks," as tears streamed down his face. Monica asked, "What's happening with your mom now?" Seho said, "My mom is in prison now because she tried to frame me of serious things she did. I need time to forgive her, she's really broken me. I really hope she changes. I'm thinking of visiting her when she gets out. She's made me a jealous person. Many people have left me because of her." As he became more emotional, he also looked hungry. Monica said, "Oh, Seho, it breaks my heart to see you so sad. You're really starving for love. It's so sad that no one is by your side." Seho nodded and said, "Sorry," with a lump in his throat, then started eating quickly. It made Monica feel so sorry for him. After he finished, she gave him a hug.

[enbeemagical]

Fuck this. Mommy issues OC is go. Vent fic because adulting is hard and leaving home is hard but sometimes going home is harder

Content warnings: noncon/dubcon kissing, misgendering, deadnaming, emotional abuse, guilt tripping

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Shadow. Darkness. Night-bringer. Sunset. Twilight. Dusk.

They looked out to the balcony as the day faded, then turned to face the demon within.

He leaned against the wall, fading as their darkness grew. He was beautiful, even now: his fair skin and clothes stained with dark blood, once-immaculate snowy locks tangled around ivory horns, silvered eyes hazy and unseeing.

Yet still he wore a smile.

It unnerved them. Someone dying shouldn't smile like that, shouldn't be sitting with such perfect posture. They'd driven a blade through his lungs and heart... and they realized with a sinking feeling that all the blood on him was too dark to be his own.

"You're not dying." They crossed the room with two long strides and knelt beside him, grasping his collar. "Why aren't you dying!?"

"Oh, darling. You might as well hope to kill the sun itself." Long fingers indicated his own chest, confident despite the weakness in his voice. "I am the light, Shadow. I am all that is bright in the world, and I will return to drive you away like sunrise chases away the night."

"Liar!" Their voice cracked. "You're as mortal as I am, anything can be killed."

"But not by you." His fingers caught in their long, dark hair, dragging their head down. Their lips met his, and, despite themself, they kissed him back.

"I'll be back, my shadow."

The mouth on theirs faded, dissolved into a thousand shimmering particles, and within moments the demon was no more. The light that had made up his body melted into the vanishing sunlight, and he was gone.

They stood slowly, shaken. If he wasn't dead, everything they'd fought for was at risk. They had to find him, end him.

They drifted through the celebration in a haze. Everyone wanted to speak to them, to thank them for doing what they did, for ending his regime. They didn't know what to say. They hadn't ended anything, they'd only given a brief respite. Would it even be enough?

As all celebrations will, it drew to a close, and the people drifted back to their homes, to go back to their everyday lives. Most people's lives hadn't changed too much, not yet.

The newly anointed hero gave one last look at the white stone palace and made a sharp jerking motion with their hand. With a great shudder, the delicate structure reshaped itself into a sturdy, simple building. This one was not white, but age-greyed, beautiful in its simplicity rather than a fairytale creation of spun sugar and mist. This one was real, and true, and lasting.

They turned and left the city. They had to figure out how to truly end him, but before that... They'd left home for a reason. Was home even still there?

People poked their heads out and waved as they passed. Unlit lanterns stood in windows still, a symbol of support for the rebellion. Some doors were splashed with black paint, others bore wreaths of brightly colored weeds, and still others sported brightly colored ribbons tied together with a black strand. Almost everyone wore some article of clothing in black or gray, white nowhere to be seen.

They reached the edge of the city and vanished.

Many miles from the city the air shimmered, and they stepped out at the edge of a small village. It still looked the same as it did seven years ago. Every house was in the same place, the same state, the people looked much the same as they moved about their daily lives.

They looked around the village, and their chest constricted. They took a breath and kept moving.

The door they knocked on was green. That was new. The paint had been blue and peeling last time they were here.

A woman opened the door, her nut-brown skin a match for their own. Her hair was pinned up, her hands floured. She studied them for a moment with sharp dark eyes.

"Phoebe," she said in greeting. "You're home."

They flinched. They'd forgotten that name, it had been so long. "Mother. I'm--"

"Come in." She took a step back, and they automatically followed her. "I can't believe you, leaving for years with no word! We thought you'd been eaten by a wolf, or that soldiers stole you away! A pretty young girl like you, you're in danger alone!" Bread and cheese and a bowl of stew were shoved into their hands. "Here, eat. You look half starved. I'm so glad you've come back, we needed you around here, especially the last few years." Her tone was reproachful, blaming. "Why did you run off, my love?"

They stared down at the stew.

"Sweetie?" Her tone wasn't harsh, wasn't sharp, but her voice... Her voice made their legs tense, their chest tight. They needed to get out before they broke down crying like a child. They couldn't stay here

but they couldn't leave.

The young hero who had fought off soldiers mounted on dragons and stood up to the emperor stood frozen in their mother's house.

"I- I can't." They set the bowl down. "I can't do this, I have to go."

"Wait, what?" Their mother hurried to the door, blocking their path. "Seven years without a word, you show up for one minute to show me you're alive, and now leave again?! I'm your mother, I bore you, I raised you and fed you for twenty-one years, and this is how you repay me?! Sweetheart, please don't do this to me! Can't you see I love you? I've missed you so much."

The tears finally fell, and they choked up, turning away. "M-Mother, I can't, please, I have to go."

"My daughter, light of my life..." She stepped closer.

They flinched away from her touch and stepped towards the door. Freedom was just on the other side, but their feet seemed heavier. They sniffled, rubbing their stinging nose.

She really did miss them. She'd always loved them, and they loved her.

"Mother?" they said softly.

"Yes, Phoebe?"

"How much do you know about the rebels?"

She frowned. "They're a group of violent terrorists trying to destroy the empire. Don't worry, sweetheart, our emperor will stamp them out."

Their breath caught, their hand on the knob. "I'm sorry, Mother. Goodbye." They flung the door open and dashed out.

"Phoebe!" Their mother's desperate wail pierced their heart and dragged at their feet.

Fists clenched at their sides, they spun to face her, tossing their hair back. They hadn't cut it in seven years. "My name is LILAH!"

Their mother stopped short.

"I'm not Phoebe!" Tears threatened, and they furiously swiped them away. "I'm not your light, and I'm not your perfect daughter! I'm sorry, but I haven't been for a long time. I'm Lilah, I'm the Shadow, the Nightbringer. And the Light Lord is dead!"

Her hands were clasped over her mouth. "Phoebe, please, I know you don't mean it."

"I do." Their voice caught in a sob, their arms folded tight over their chest. "I'm not your daughter anymore."

"Then what are you?" she whispered.

"I'm the Shadow that killed the Light."

Their mother stared at them, her gaze cold.

Lilah's shoulders shook as they backed away.

"Come find me when you can accept me as I truly am," they whispered. "Come find me when I'm more important to you than your daughter."

And they fled, inhumanly fast, the wind whipping away their sobs.

[bra1nxfreeze]

[b8nesandall]

[phantompoguefangirl]

Me: *watches 5sos Carpool Karabloke*

5sos, singing Teeth: Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth!

My 6yo daughter from the other room: LATE NIGHT DEVIL PUT YOUR HANDS ON MEEE

Me:

[jeffwingersbitch]