#paretns

[unboundprompts]

Describing emotionally distant parents? (For my book hehe)

Different Ways to Describe Emotionally Distant Parents

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

It was like they watched her grow up through a foggy window. Some days, they would wipe away the fog with a dirty rag or their hand and they would see each other clearly. Their eyes would meet. Maybe they would even smile and ask how her day was. Other days, the window was so fogged that she forgot they were even there on the other side.

He wasn't sure if he even considered them parents anymore. They were just adults that he lived with.

She didn't know why she even bothered. There was still a longing in her chest that yearned for attention or even an ounce of affection from them. It seemed like her heart would never give up when her mind had lost hope so long ago. Part of her knew they would never really care, but she held onto that hope like a lifeline.

He often wondered if they loved him. Because parents will always say that they do, but he swore he could see a different truth in their eyes. Parents lie to their kids all the time-- Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny-- so why would this be any different?

It physically pained her to not scream out, 'Why don't you love me?!' but she knew that she never would. She was afraid to hear the answer. What could they possibly say to make everything okay? Maybe they wouldn't try. She didn't want to hear the truth.

He couldn't remember the last time they celebrated his birthday. Probably when he was young, when his parents still loved each other and they still loved him.

She told herself everyday that they were just busy. That's why they didn't spend time with her. They had very important things to do. More important things than her.

They smiled. They told her they loved her. They hugged her. But it all felt like an act. As if they believed it was just something they were meant to do and they didn't have to mean it.

[thinking1bee]

All I Wanted Part 3

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Lena Luthor x Reader

Tags: Angst, Some Fluff, Guitarist!Reader, Broken Heart

Everything Taglist: @sammy90682 @nobody13 @owloftheshadows @captain-josslett @camslightstories @worldovart @finleyfray @acertainredhead @sammm9068 @reginassecretlover

***10 years later***

Retirement had never felt so good. After almost 15 years of traveling and making music, it was finally time to unplug the guitar from the amp. You made many memories as you traveled across the world. It was truly an experience you were never going to forget, but it was time to settle down. Your bandmates felt the same. All of you had partners and families. You, yourself, had a daughter and a wife, and you missed them every time you went on tour. It wasn’t enough for you to see them during Facetime. The phone calls weren’t enough anymore. You were missing out on crucial milestones with your daughter. You missed her first words and her first steps. You didn’t want to miss anything anymore. So, after one last farewell tour, where you said goodbye to your fans, you spent the rest of your time with your daughter, Ruby, and your wife, Sam.

You loved your family. Ruby had such a personality for a little kid. She was curious. Good lord, was she curious. She got into everything, climbed on anything. She asked loads of questions about anything she laid her big brown eyes on, and you loved it. You let her explore. You let her question whatever she wanted and answered everything as best as you could. You let her be autonomous, and as she got bigger, you discovered just how intelligent she was. The things she used to build with her legos were astonishing. At Sam’s suggestion, you both taught her how to read and write, and within a month, she was already writing her name. Honestly, her intellect scared you a little.

“What the hell did you eat while you were pregnant?” you often asked your wife, and every time she would laugh and kiss your cheek.

“Must have been the spinach and mini wheats.”

By the time Ruby reached kindergarten, her teacher was astonished by her wit and intelligence. She was miles ahead of the other kids except for one other person. Her friend, Alexa. Ruby had so much to say about her new friend. It was always “Alexa taught me a new way to tie my shoes” or “Alexa taught me how to say hello in French.”

“You’re making Alexa sound like a superstar,” you said to her once. You watched as her eyes lit up with excitement and admiration.

“She’s the best, Mommy! I think you would like her if you met her.”

You smiled and kissed her cheek. “I’ll tell you what. If you want to make a play date with her, I’m game.”

“Really?!” she practically screamed, and you winced a bit as her voice pierced your ear drums.

“Of course, baby girl. Let’s make it happen.”

And she did make it happen. That was how you ended up in the park right now. You and Ruby arrived at the park before Alexa and her parents did, so you told her to go play until her friend got here. You sat on the park bench with an acoustic guitar in your lap and you strummed a few cords as the wind blew through the vibrantly green leaves. You watched your daughter play with some other kids, smiling at the way she was having fun. She was the light of your life, and you were so happy to be a part of hers. After a few moments, you heard her giggle, and you looked up to her running towards a little girl in the parking lot. She just made it out of her car before Ruby wrapped her little arms around her body and scooped her up into a bear hug. The little girl screamed as she hugged her back and you smiled fondly at the interaction. Ruby put her down and pulled her towards you.

“You gotta meet my Mommy!”

You chuckled when you saw two little girls run to stand in front of you. Next to Ruby stood Alexa, and when you looked into her eyes, you were overcome with the strongest wave of recognition. They were an effervescent shade of emerald green, and she gave you a sweet but shy smile.

“Hi, my name is Alexa,” she said politely.

“Hello, Alexa. My name is Y/n, and I am so happy to meet you. This one over here,” you said as you winked at your daughter. “Had so many wonderful things to say about you.”

She blushed a little as she played with her hands shyly.

“The day is all about you two. Go have fun.”

Ruby started to pull her away and Alexa let her, but before she could get out of earshot, she looked at you. “My mom plays your music all the time. I really like your voice.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but thanked her, nonetheless. What a small world that her mom happened to know of you. You went back to strumming lazily. You played one of your old songs, the strings producing hushed melodious music that carried in the slight wind. As you watched the girls and played, you heard footsteps approaching you from behind.

“I haven’t heard that song in a really long time.”

You paused as your eyes widened. Were your ears playing tricks on you? Because you knew that voice. You turned around to meet the same green eyes her daughter had.

“Lena?”

“Hey stranger,” she said with a flawless smile.

You put down the guitar and stood up. “Oh my god. Oh my god! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

Lena approached you excitedly and gave you a polite hug. “How have you been?”

“Good,” you said. “How have you been?”

“Busy,” she answered truthfully.

“I can only imagine. You’re running an entire company. Congrats for that by the way!”

“Thank you! But it’s not just one,” she said as she held up two fingers and wiggled them.

“Two?!” you exclaimed incredulously. “What’s the other one?”

“CatCo. I recently bought it and I’m having someone else run L-Corp for me.”

“This person. Is her name Sam?”

Lena’s eyebrows flew up. “Oh! You know her?”

"She's my wife!” you said with a laugh.

Lena laughed as well, but you watched her gaze shift to your left hand. She stared at your ring long enough for you to notice and you chuckled awkwardly.  

“What are the odds that your daughter would know mine?” Lena asked as she sat down next to you on the picnic table.

You could only shrug. “Small world or crazy odds. We should go play a lottery.”

Lena smirked as she looked at you. You looked good. The years were kind to you. You no longer had the baby face she loved once upon a time ago. Your features were more angular and mature. Even when wearing a leather coat, a band tee, and jeans, she could tell that you still took care of yourself.

You looked at Lena and smiled. The years were kind to her as well. She radiated a confidence she didn’t have when you knew her. She stood up straighter, carried herself better. Lena looked good.

“What’s happened in your world?” you asked her.

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Running businesses. Taking care of my partner. Keeping that one busy,” she said with a chuckle as she motioned to her daughter.

“Are you still with Kara?”

When you mentioned her name, Lena’s smile faltered a little, but she nodded. You looked down to see the modest ring on her left hand and you smiled. The air was silent as you watched your daughter play with hers.

“Y/n, I wanted to say I’m sorry,” Lena blurted suddenly.

You stared at her, her apology catching you off guard as you regarded her with wide, confused eyes.

“We just got here,” you replied with a hesitant chuckle. “What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry for what I did back then. To you, I mean.”

“Oh…”

She nodded as she went quiet for a few heartbeats. Then, she took a deep breath.

“I hurt you. Deeply. And I’m sorry.”

You listened to her, your eyes meeting hers.

“I accept your apology, Lena,” you told her. “We were both young with no real clue about what we wanted. I didn’t know it at the time, but I really was focused on the band. I wanted to travel the world, and see new things, and see new sites. I don’t blame you for leaving,” you said honestly with a shrug. “You had needs and they weren’t being met.”

Lena nodded. “I could have done it better. I shouldn’t have broken up with you over the phone while you were on tour.”

“Yeah, that kind of sucked,” you said as you laughed, and Lena offered a sad smile. “But I don’t hold that against you. As often as I was on tour, it wasn’t like you had many opportunities to break up with me properly.”

Lena snorted and looked away, her smile wide as she played with her hands nervously. You looked at her and gently bumped your shoulder against hers playfully.

“Water under the bridge?”

She nodded. “I would really like it if we could be friends.”

Right as she said it, you heard loud screaming and giggling as the girls played on the slide.

“I think I’d like that. It seems that we won’t be able to separate our kids from each other. I wouldn’t want anything between us to affect them, regardless.”

Lena nodded and was quiet again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” you answered.

“If it’s personal, you don't have to answer.”

“It’s okay, Lena,” you reassured her.

She swallowed thickly as she looked at the grass. “What did you do with the wedding ring?”

You instantly knew what she was talking about. “I still have it,” you answered truthfully. “Sam knows about the things that happened between us and I told her that I couldn’t part with it.”

“Why not?”

You shrugged. “I struggled after you left, Lee,” you admitted quietly.

Lena smiled softly at the nickname you used for her back when you were together. She put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“I struggled a lot. I struggled with strong negative feelings, both towards you and myself. My band mates convinced me to do virtual therapy and it was then that things did start to get better. At first, that ring was a source of resentment, but as time went on and my perspective about everything that we went through changed, it became a source of nostalgia.”

You contemplated whether saying your next words out loud was a good idea. You didn’t know if it was, and almost decided against it.

But one thing that you wished you had was closure. True closure. There was the very last night you talked to her, but you had practically thrown her out in the rain. What you thought was closure had been your attempt at retaliation. After that, in your stubbornness, you wanted nothing more to do with her. You didn’t even want to hear her name again. You did a lot of unhealthy things to cope, things you weren’t proud of. That was what led you to therapy. It took time, but once your feelings changed, you wanted to call Lena and apologize. You didn’t get that chance then.

But you had it now.

“I loved you, Lena,” you said as you looked at her. “I did. I just didn’t love you right and I’m sorry.”

Lena nodded. She patted your shoulder before she removed her hand. You both watched your kids silently for the next few moments before she said her next sentence.

“Water under the bridge.”

[1percentcharge]

Would Seesaw help her father with his traps and 'games' as a bonding thing? Jigsaw killing Cecil in Saw 4 and Mitch in Saw 8 seems to indicate he cares (or at least deludes himself into thinking he cares) about his family, so I wonder if she would do that kind of thing with him.

Also, now that Saw 10 introduced a character named Cecelia, will you retcon SeeSaw / Cece into having a link to her?

I mentioned a little while ago that i started working on a script for a horror high webcomic (god willing, i'll actually finish it), and basically for that i want to sever the concrete links to the franchises and turn their parents into silly little knockoffs.

I know "filing off the serial numbers" doesn't have the best reputation, but the inspirations behind the characters are meant to be obvious either way (and tbh I've never thought of my characters as an AU/fanfiction to begin with). I just wouldn't want things to be confused / tied up by any sort of official lore (like, say, why you'd name an adopted daughter after one of the people you hate the most, or the fact that some of these characters have "canon" children).

[chupenguin]

I will be the man my father never was

✨The dadzai fic inspired by @imsofrancey art ✨Familly fluff and a little bit of angst ✨Skk with baby Atsushi ✨Lot's of domestic stuff

[sanguinewolves]

there’s genuinely nothing worse than being a grown man who can’t drive i need to learn to drive. this is Not sustainable

[takecouragelover]

how to survive when ur 20+ living with ur parents... asking for a friend

[thykidkiwi]

GUy who really hates inkay

[elleventures]

Hi everyone! Since black history month is almost coming to an end (this does not mean we should stop celebrating and honoring the achievements of black Americans. We should continue to learn and educate ourselves). I thought I share one last book which caught my interest — In Your Hands by Carole Weatherford.

In Your Hands • {Carole Weatherford | 2017}

In Your Hands is a 32-page picture book written by Carole Weatherford. The picture book was published in 2017 for young children between the ages of 4 - 8 years old.

In the picture book, the story begins by introducing a new mother, describing her hopes and dreams for her newborn son. The mother knows that as her child grows older, she won't be able to protect him from the all the dangers and difficulties from the world, so she sends prayers to god to protect her black son; this book sends a reminder that all lives matter, reinforcing the Black Lives Matter movement.

This picture book tells a powerful, heartwarming story which touches on important themes like motherly love, social justice issues like the Black Lives Matter movement and discrimination, the struggles and fears of people of color, and many more.

Overall, the picture book is accompanied by beautiful illustrations by Brian Pinkney. Pinkney's illustration was very captivating and somewhat abstract with the use of loose sketchy illustrations with the use of watercolor and gouache. Another thing I loved about Pinkney's illustrations is the dominant use of yellow, green and blue to symbolize the idea of hope.

[chase-roper]

I wrote about a weird time bending experience I had over the weekend. Being a parent really never stops surprising me.

[confused-spood]

Where else am I gonna rant if not to a group of random strangers that barely know me, right? So ofc I'm gonna rant here cuz these people have no idea who tf I am.

....turns out I have no words to explain how I'm feeling right now so I offer this emoji instead: 😔

[numberonepartyboy]

writing for the op x ninjago au AND I JUST REALISED I MADE JAY EXACLTY AS NAMI BRUUUUUUUUH

[auphrodyte]

finally caved and watched frozen 2. i thought people were exaggerating but damn everyone in the movie has chemistry except the sole canon couple

[gwyoi]

I think I’ve posted this before but food waste is so um such a white person thing…. every ad for hello fresh is like I wasted so much money on ingredients I didn’t need the full amount for a recipe and I’m like umm…. use it in something else? rarely do I ever have produce for bad because I just make something up and I eat it before it goes bad like what do you mean you’re losing money….

[alivehouse]

NEED to get a new job before thanksgiving that makes me work holidays i dont want to be stuck at my stupid fucking aunts house

[gouinisme]

just erased like two full paragraphs of oversharing let's just say darcy's storyline hits a little too close to home

[marionmaverick]

Using Hebe and Hythlodaeus to model children’s fashion, and also something I drew of them months ago.