from-my-dad

i wrote some completely epic depression posts from like 4-6 am EST today but they were limited edition bro you had to have a twisted enough mind to even be online in the first place.  i just ignored an phone call from my  dad because im gonna pretend i=m sleeping

anonymous asked:

What traits or qualities do you want from your partner? Which do you possess and like about yourself? Which would you say needs improvement?

Hm, this is a great question! I’ll probably miss a few things, but from a partner…loyalty, honesty, sense of humor, open-mind, ambition…

I appreciate my discipline, sense of commitment, and a few of the traits that I feel I’ve learned from my mom and dad (be kind to others, do the right thing, be honest).

I would say that my PATIENCE needs improvement for sure, as well as my tendency to take things very personally and worry to much about pleasing people!

2

This is my dad on my 21st birthday. It has taken him 21 years to call me his son. It’s taken 21 years for him to tell me that he’s proud of me. It’s taken him 21 years to tell me that he loves me. It’s taken us 21 years to love each other.

When I first came out as transgender my dad didn’t understand and so he reacted with hatred, anger and disappointment. He shamed me for my gender expression and we had to cut off communication.

But after my chest surgery in December of 2016 he finally opened his eyes to how happy I finally was. He made the decision to attend rehab and therapy to better himself and focus on his own mental health issues in order to restore our relationship.

Since my surgery he’s been nothing but loving and supportive. He always calls me Liam and uses the correct pronouns. He calls me his son and we’re more connected now then ever.

In these photos I’m opening a birthday present from my dad. His present was a black ball cap that read “The Jet-Lag Club”. He explained that it was a bar in Japan only for international flight crews. A bar that his father had gone to and he had frequently gone to as well. He got the hat from being such a frequent customer, but it has closed since and now there is no possible was to get one of these hats. He told me it’s his most prized possession. And then he handed it to me and said…

“It’s yours now. It’s tradition, from father to son.”

Remember that people can grow and change. They can accept and love even after hatred emerged. Remember that people can see who you are. Don’t give up just yet, things can change and they can get better.

iwaizumi hajime headcanons for his birthday!

  • [oikawa walks into the room] iwaizumi: [disappointed sigh]
  • says “believe in the me that believes in you” but like…..unironically
  • incredibly good at real sports. surprisingly bad at wii sports.
    • watari: “just swing it like a real baseball bat” iwaizumi: [puts the wii remote through the tv]
    • iwaizumi: “if there was running in this game i would beat all of you”
  • iwaizumi is shorter than itachiyama’s libero and the worst moment of his life was the day the seijou third years found out
  • [watching godzilla] godzilla: [knocks over a building] iwaizumi: “god i wish that were me”
    • does he want to be the building or godzilla? no one can tell
  • when people say “a good handshake makes a good first impression” they’re talking about his handshake
  • he is the most savage member of a team filled with savage people
    • only person able to make futakuchi kenji cry
    • will tell you, to your face, exactly what you are doing wrong, and has the receipts to back it up
    • thankfully, he’s also the most likely to help you fix whatever is going wrong in your life
  • his ringtone for oikawa is the imperial march
  • in their second year, hanamaki and matsukawa spread enough rumors about iwaizumi’s accomplishments that he became a legend at school
    • he’s basically a walking “the most interesting man in the world” commercial
    • hanamaki: “he divorced oikawa when he caught him littering”
    • matsukawa: “his business card only says ‘i’ll call you.’”
  • you know how sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night because you felt like you were falling? iwaizumi gets that too but for him it’s a high-pitched voice saying “iwa-chan!”
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Originally posted by tess453

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Deciding to stay in for a date, Peter and the Reader are faced with annoying and embarrassing comments from the whole team, who are unaware of their relationship.

Word Count: 2,428

Warnings: language, fluff, annoying avengers (??), embarrassed!Peter, embarrassed!Reader, cuteness, LOTR trilogy. (Let me know if I missed any)

A/N: Alright homies, I apologize it has taken me so long to upload something. I’ve been reaally stressed. So hopefully this is okay? For the anon that requested this, I hope you like it. I’d love some feedback, as always. Enjoy reading!


Dark, gray clouds blocked any source of light from shining through the big, thick glass windows surrounding every inch of the building.

The entire tower was filled with a solemn mood that spread into every corner and room.

Most of the team dreaded days like these, since it put a damper on their mood, (especially Steve).

You, however, cherished days like these the most.

It’s where you find your peace and inner self, no matter how depressing that may sound.

It helps you relax and release any stresses that corrupt your thoughts.

But the best reason of all is that you don’t have to leave the house, even if you had a date with Peter tonight.

However, thinking that idea through, you realized something.

The whole team would be here.

With Peter and you.

During your date.

Well, fuck.

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Gift giving

My aunt’s husband is a total fucking dickhead.

For some background, my mother’s family is Guyanese and mixed with Scottish, German and Amerindian, but mainly look black. My mother married a white Irish man (my dad) and I came out looking super duper pale with blue eyes and blonde hair. My brothers are both much darker because being biracial means getting a grabbag of genes.

My aunt (my mother’s sister) married a Nigerian immigrant who is lazy and racist. He came over for a PhD course (which he only passed because my aunt wrote his thesis and in the thirty years since has refused to work) and his distaste at being married into the same family as a white guy has manifested in a number of ways, from telling others that my dad has shouted racial abuse at him (witnesses confirmed he absolutely did not) to refusing to even speak to me because of my skin colour.

A few years ago he was shouting about something completely false and when I told him he was wrong, he tried to physically attack me for being ‘disrespectful’ and had to be held back by my dad and uncles. He was in his fifties and I was a sixteen year old girl.

I later heard from my grandfather that after he yelled at my aunt’s husband, he (aunt’s husband) said that if he faced any consequences (like being banned from family dinners or told off again for his treatment of me) he would take my cousins, leave my aunt and go back to Nigeria.

It’s been a few years since then. I’m an adult now, and I’ve steered clear of as many holidays as possible. I didn’t want my grandfather to have to choose between protecting me and seeing my cousins again. My grandfather made it clear he was on my side and would’ve physically removed the asshole from his home, but, of course, that would result in probably never seeing my cousins again. I didnt want him to make that choice.

My grandfather died this year. It was a pretty awful illness and I spent most of my time out of work inside of the hospital with him. My dad was there too - his father-in-law was the closest he had to a father. My grandfather taught me many things. Including that you shouldn’t allow people to ruin things for you. Things like family gatherings.

Now the thing about this dude is, on top of being lazy as shit, he’s super entitled. He fully believes that he is head of the family, despite everyone hating him and ignoring him. He believes he is owed deference and respect from all. He told my aunt that since I didn’t show him respect, she and my cousins were no longer to buy my xmas presents. I haven’t received a single one from them in years. So I set my plan into motion.

I don’t get paid a lot, but I saved from October onwards. I filled the tree in my grandfather’s old house with presents, one for every person in my family - bar one.

This morning, Christmas Day, I stood under that tree with my gifts in my arms and I gave every person there a present I had spent hours picking out. I went up to each individual, passing him several times while he looked at the gifts greedily, and handed everyone something they would’ve wanted. I got to drink in the look of guilt on the faces of my cousins and my aunt as I received one solitary present (from my mother’s brother) as they received a bunch from me. It was delicious.

Finally, there was one gift left under the tree - a single envelope. It said 'for all your help looking after grandfather’. I handed it to him. Inside were return Eurostar tickets to Paris for a long weekend. “Oh!” I said. “I’ve made a mistake! That’s my extra present to [Dad]!” And indeed, there was my father’s name on the tickets. He got to see every wonderful gift I got everyone else while he received nothing - nothing from me, nothing from my brothers who hate how he treats me, nothing from my uncles who hate him and only ever gave him things because my grandfather wanted to keep the peace to continue seeing his grandkids.

The cherry on top? I received a special gift from a friend today. He bought two square feet of land for me and an aristocratic title. I am now a Lady and even though it barely means anything, my family has been pretend bowing and scraping to me while ignoring him and his demands for respect and he’s now sulking and refusing to speak to anyone.

Merry fucking Christmas, Tony.

Yeah! I’m hoping to get home soon. And it was a somber Father’s Day yesterday. But bless my missus, she did the most amazing things for me. She had him dressed in a first Father’s Day outfit and sent over cards and pictures for me carry on the road. Even talking about it now makes me a bit sad. And also, on the opposite side of it, somebody sent me something from our film, of my dad talking about missing me. And I was really emotional on the day. And I didn’t want to see my dad upset as well. So, we had a good Facetime on the plane. I said to my dad, “how strange is it that I’m a dad now?” It is the most amazing thing. And I couldn’t be happier with everything that’s going on in my life right now. I don’t see how I could get any luckier. I should go to Vegas…
—  Liam to Vogue in response to “Are you heading home soon, back to to your son Bear and partner Cheryl?“ (via @thedailypayne)
Advice on Language Learning

(From my bilingual dad)

1) The only way you’re going to learn vocab is by learning it to heart. It’s also very useful to know synonyms for when you forget another word.

2) Your accent can make you sound more native, but it’s not the most important thing to learn.

3) It’s a lot of memorization. Find ways to help you memorize things (he’s recommended flashcards to me on multiple occasions).

4) You have to force yourself to go out and use the language. There’s no way around it.

5) You have to dedicate a lot of time to it. How do people get good at gaming? They game a lot. The same goes with a language.

6) It’s all hard work. It’s extremely rare for someone to be “naturally good” at learning a language, so don’t use that as an excuse.

Good Luck!

Gift giving

My aunt’s husband is a total fucking dickhead.

For some background, my mother’s family is Guyanese and mixed with Scottish, German and Amerindian, but mainly look black. My mother married a white Irish man (my dad) and I came out looking super duper pale with blue eyes and blonde hair. My brothers are both much darker because being biracial means getting a grabbag of genes.

My aunt (my mother’s sister) married a Nigerian immigrant who is lazy and racist. He came over for a PhD course (which he only passed because my aunt wrote his thesis and in the thirty years since has refused to work) and his distaste at being married into the same family as a white guy has manifested in a number of ways, from telling others that my dad has shouted racial abuse at him (witnesses confirmed he absolutely did not) to refusing to even speak to me because of my skin colour.

A few years ago he was shouting about something completely false and when I told him he was wrong, he tried to physically attack me for being ‘disrespectful’ and had to be held back by my dad and uncles. He was in his fifties and I was a sixteen year old girl.

I later heard from my grandfather that after he yelled at my aunt’s husband, he (aunt’s husband) said that if he faced any consequences (like being banned from family dinners or told off again for his treatment of me) he would take my cousins, leave my aunt and go back to Nigeria.

It’s been a few years since then. I’m an adult now, and I’ve steered clear of as many holidays as possible. I didn’t want my grandfather to have to choose between protecting me and seeing my cousins again. My grandfather made it clear he was on my side and would’ve physically removed the asshole from his home, but, of course, that would result in probably never seeing my cousins again. I didnt want him to make that choice.

My grandfather died this year. It was a pretty awful illness and I spent most of my time out of work inside of the hospital with him. My dad was there too - his father-in-law was the closest he had to a father. My grandfather taught me many things. Including that you shouldn’t allow people to ruin things for you. Things like family gatherings.

Now the thing about this dude is, on top of being lazy as shit, he’s super entitled. He fully believes that he is head of the family, despite everyone hating him and ignoring him. He believes he is owed deference and respect from all. He told my aunt that since I didn’t show him respect, she and my cousins were no longer to buy my xmas presents. I haven’t received a single one from them in years. So I set my plan into motion.

I don’t get paid a lot, but I saved from October onwards. I filled the tree in my grandfather’s old house with presents, one for every person in my family - bar one.

This morning, Christmas Day, I stood under that tree with my gifts in my arms and I gave every person there a present I had spent hours picking out. I went up to each individual, passing him several times while he looked at the gifts greedily, and handed everyone something they would’ve wanted. I got to drink in the look of guilt on the faces of my cousins and my aunt as I received one solitary present (from my mother’s brother) as they received a bunch from me. It was delicious.

Finally, there was one gift left under the tree - a single envelope. It said 'for all your help looking after grandfather’. I handed it to him. Inside were return Eurostar tickets to Paris for a long weekend. “Oh!” I said. “I’ve made a mistake! That’s my extra present to [Dad]!” And indeed, there was my father’s name on the tickets. He got to see every wonderful gift I got everyone else while he received nothing - nothing from me, nothing from my brothers who hate how he treats me, nothing from my uncles who hate him and only ever gave him things because my grandfather wanted to keep the peace to continue seeing his grandkids.

The cherry on top? I received a special gift from a friend today. He bought two square feet of land for me and an aristocratic title. I am now a Lady and even though it barely means anything, my family has been pretend bowing and scraping to me while ignoring him and his demands for respect and he’s now sulking and refusing to speak to anyone.

Merry fucking Christmas, Tony.

Shut TF up, Arch
  • Betty: my dad might have killed Jason and he's v mean to Polly
  • Jughead: my dad is a gang leader and I'm homeless
  • Cheryl: my brother is dead and I'm in an abusive home and everyone hates me
  • Veronica: my dad is a v bad person and I hate him
  • Polly: I'm pregnant with a dead mans child and was ostracized
  • Ethel: my family is going through really rough times and my dad tried to kill himself
  • Kevin: I have to hide my relationship from my dad [bonus points: I am the comic relief of my friend group]
  • Jason: I'm dead.
  • Archie: omg you guuuuyyys I kissed Ronnie but that made Betty mad so I kissed Val and that was v good but then I kissed Cheryl and that made Val mad and all I want to do is write muuuuuusic #thestrugle #igetby #inspiring #notallheroswearcapes
No fucks given. Watched Boruto all Night.

Listen here. Prepare for a rant. And yes it’s in caps for a reason. I’m yelling inside.


PROTECT MY BABY SHIKADAI NARA AT ALL COSTS. HE’S A SMOL-SMART-BEAN THAT NEEDS TO BE HELD!!

& MY SQUISHY STRETCHY STRETCH SON MITSUKI. PLEASE. SNAKE PIE, BE A GOOD BOY.

SARADA A.K.A “LITTLE MS. I CAN BEAR THE WEIGHT OF THE UCHIHA CLAN NAME & BE HOKAGE.” HONEY, IF YOU KEEP CROSSING YOUR ARMS AND SUPPRESSING YOUR FEELINGS FOR BORUTO. WE MIGHT HAVE TO ZIP TIE YOU TO A TREE SO YOU DON’T LEAVE THE VILLAGE IN SEARCH OF ANYTHING THAT CAN DISTRACT YOUR OBVIOUS BONER FOR THAT KID.


& BORUTO A.K.A “MR. I WANNA SAVE THE WORLD BUT I KINDA INHERITED THE KNUCLE-HEAD GENE/TRAIT FROM MY DAD TWICE OVER,” NEEDS TO TAG TEAM WITH HIS CREW MORE OFTEN, AND DOMINATE WITH SARADA AT HIS SIDE.

AND WILL SOMEONE GIVE METAL LEE A HUG. KID’S GOT ANXIETY.

ALSO, LET THE MOTHER’S OUT FOR SOME COMBAT TIME TOO, THEY ARE FIERCE!! & REMEMBER THEY WERE ONCE VICTORS ON COUNTLESS MISSIONS WITH THEIR TEAMMATES BEFORE THEY BECAME MOMS. I’M SURE THAT MOMMA BEARS WOULD LOVE SOME ACTION.

NARUTO MY DUDE. YOU NEED SLEEP. AND RAMEN. AND TO SORT OUT YOUR PRIORITIES BC HINATA STILL FINE AS HELL.

SHIKAMARU A.K.A “KONOHA’S DILF.” IS SUCH A SUPPORTIVE ADVISOR WALKING NARUTO HOME & SHIT. TEMARI’S A LUCKY GIRL.

SAKURA (MAMAKURA) A.K.A “MRS. ALPHA.” GET IT GIRL, SHE’S STILL A LEADING MEDICAL SAINT. & SHE KEEPS IT ON 100 DESPITE “MR. ALPHA’S ABSENCE.” BITCH CAN HEAL & DESTROY.

Some things Percy probably does because he’s a New Yorker
  • He talks really, really fast 
  • Like some people just stare at him not knowing what he said because he strings his thoughts and sentences together rapidly because c’mon he lives in Manhattan where everything is high pace 24/7
  • He talks really loud! His voice carries over well. He’s so bad at like talking softly. And people can often hear him from like a mile away lmao 
  • Annabeth jokes that she could be on the other side of MSG at a Rangers game and still be able to hear him 
  • He basically lives off of pizza, bagels, and bacon egg and cheeses. Like he’s always stopping to get a slice or pie at his local pizzeria, or at his bodega to get bagels before school or something like that
  • He’s very proud of being a New Yorker. Like we tend to be proud to be from New York, I don’t know it’s just a thing that we do (except when we complain about it all the time)  
  • Anything that is north of the Bronx, he considers Upstate New York (even though it is not. Bitter about it) 
  • The dude can weave through crowds so fluidly. He is a master of evading people barreling down the sidewalks
  • He walks really fast! In New York, if you don’t walk fast everyone hates you.  
  • He is really good at doing things with other shit and noise going on around him. Construction is everywhere, always making a lot of noise, so he’s used to it and it doesn’t bother him as much
  • He can drive a car, but he lives in the City. It is a hellish nightmare to drive through there and to get out without possibly dying in the process. So he’s not the greatest driver in the world. But he can parallel park easily. 
  • He jaywalks like it’s his fucking job. He fears nothing when he needs to get somewhere (ahem, late to school)
  • He curses a lot. Every other word that comes out of his mouth is some kind of swear (except in front of his mother)
  • He has his favorite sports teams (Mets, Jets, Rangers, Knicks) but he usually supports all New York teams (except Buffalo, way too up north and he forgets about them a lot)
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SKETCHY BEHAVIORS | Heather Benjamin (RH)

Through her dense and detailed packed line drawings to her more focused ink brush pieces, Rhode Island based artist Heather Benjamin’s work is visceral, cathartic, and autobiographical. It offers a completely unapologetic and unflinching look into an artists’ own struggles with life, body image, self confidence, and sexuality.  We find her and her art to be inspirational, honest and badass.

We recently ran into Heather at her booth at the LA Art Book Fair and caught up with her a few months later to ask about her art, her experiences at RISD, her influences, and her thoughts about her work and her life. 

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

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Well This Is Awkward Pt. 1 (Peter Parker x Reader)

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A/N: I decided to combine these two requests together and change it a tiny bit! Just want to thank the anons for the kindness and the requests! Hope this is what the both of you were looking for (or better)! Enjoy! P.S… this is my second attempt writing this so hopefully it’s good lol Part two will be written and posted upon request.

Summary: Being the child of an Avenger isn’t as cool as everyone thinks.

Word Count: 2,647

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: Slight anxiety attack. Teen angst. Civil War spoilers? I tiny bit?

Originally posted by system-on-fire

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