my dad is a good person

anonymous asked:

Yeah! Adrien is such a good friend to Chloe, and she showed that she actually cares about his friendship enough to make an effort to drastically change her behavior for him. And while Adrien wants Chloe to be nicer to people, he knows her personality isn't going to change and he doesn't want it to. It makes me really happy.

yes!! there are a few posts that i have drafted that point this out: but chloe really did start to change at the end, without adrien’s prompting. she rehired the butler, she called marinette’s dad— that last conversation with adrien was just…really genuine and good. there were a few times when she was mean and then looked at adrien and my reaction was just !!!! because she really does care about what he thinks of her!!

and wow!! adrien knowing chloe and who she is and knowing what change is for her is…so good. and he still likes her!! and values her friendship!! and he’s supportive of her being better and nicer!!!

it’s really good and i…i really actually want them to know their secret identities sooner rather than later

A brawl happened in the stands at the hockey game, including lots of people being thrown out and the whole arena watching raptly… but I want to go on record and say that it was NOT ME, even though I was joking earlier about starting one. Geez! I haven’t seen a stands brawl in a while.

I missed going to hockey games with my dad. There are a lot of things I missed while I lived away, but this ranked right up there in the top tier. There’s something special about hollering and grinning and laughing and just plain enjoying ourselves and loving sports together. I really missed that. But now I get to go to games again, every so often. <3

(I didn’t do my 500 words because of my important thing, but today I have loads of free time.)

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01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

I have a great relationship with my mom. She was always home raising me and my brother and she’s the person I spend the most time with. I love my dad but after the divorce, when I found out about some things, I kind of lost respect for him. And I was bitter for a long time and I was a total bitch to him. We’re good now but since we’re not living together, I see him for maybe 30 minutes every evening so we don’t even have time to talk

04: Are you insecure?

Not really 

15: Have any pets?

I have two puppies, Roki and Rondo. I also have a parrot Noa. People who follow me on Instagram know how obsessed I am, they’re too cute

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anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

Ask me some questions!
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  5. My best friend
  6. Sexual orientation
  7. How tall am I
  8. What do I miss right now
  9. Favourite color
  10. Do I have a crush
  11. Favourite place
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  13. Shoe size
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  26. The reasons I joined Tumblr
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  28. Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?
  29. How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?
  30. Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?
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  32. Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?
  33. Do I live with my Mom and Dad?
  34. Am I excited for anything?
  35. Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?
  36. How often do I wear a fake smile?
  37. If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
  38. What do I think about most?
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  40. What was the last lie I told?
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  43. Do I believe in magic?
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  45. What’s the weather like right now?
  46. What was the last book I’ve read?
  47. Do I have any nicknames?
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  52. What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?
  53. What is my favorite word?
  54. My top 5 blogs on tumblr
  55. If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?
  56. Do I have any relatives in jail?
  57. What is my current desktop picture?
  58. Had sex?
  59. Bought condoms?
  60. Gotten pregnant?
  61. Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?
  62. Had job?
  63. Smoked weed?
  64. Smoked cigarettes?
  65. Drank alcohol?
  66. Am I a vegetarian/vegan?
  67. Been overweight?
  68. Been underweight?
  69. Gotten my heart broken?
  70. Been to prom?
  71. Been in airplane?
  72. Learned another language?
  73. Wore make up?
  74. Dyed my hair?
  75. Had a surgery?
  76. Met someone famous?
  77. Stalked someone on a social network?
  78. Been fishing?
  79. Been rejected by a crush?
  80. What do I want for birthday?
  81. Do I like my handwriting?
  82. Where do I want to live when older?
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  85. What my greatest achievments are
  86. The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me
  87. What I’d do if I won in a lottery
  88. What do I like about myself
  89. My closest Tumblr friend
  90. Any question you’d like?
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  92. What kind of people are you attracted to?
  93. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
  94. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
  95. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
  96. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
  97. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
  98. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
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  103. Favorite part of your daily routine?
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  105. What do you do when you wake up?
  106. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
  107. Do you ever want to get married?
  108. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?
  109. Would you rather live without TV or music?
  110. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
  111. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
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  113. Do you smile at strangers?
  114. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
  115. Ever wished you were someone else?
  116. Favourite makeup brand?
  117. Last thing you ate?
  118. Ever won a competition? For what?
  119. Ever been in love? 
  120. Facebook or Twitter?
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  123. What colour are your towels?
  124. Favourite ice cream flavour?
  125. First person you talked to today?
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  127. Name a person you hate?
  128. Name a person you love?
  129. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
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  131. Have any pets?
  132. Do you type fast?
  133. Do you regret anything from your past?
  134. Ever broken someone’s heart?
  135. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
  136. Is cheating ever okay?
  137. Do you believe in true love?
  138. What your zodiac sign?
  139. Do you believe in ghosts?
  140. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou)

Okay, so a few people have shown interest in hearing an unpopular fma, so here goes: Hohenheim was not a good father. Now, before anyone immediately disagrees, I’d ask you to please hear me out, because I do have a real argument for this, and it isn’t just a post bashing Hohenheim. (And this analysis will be talking about fmab Hohenheim, because there’d be a whole lot more to say about 03 Hohenheim)

Before I say anything else, I’d like to start by saying that I like Hohenheim as a character. The way he was written was compelling, and he added so much to the plot and development of other characters. He tries his best to be a good person, and at heart, just wants to do what’s best for the people around him. And there’s absolutely no doubt that he loved his wife and two sons more than anything else in the world. And I’ve seen people argue that that fact alone makes him a great parent. However… that doesn’t automatically make him a great father, or even a good one.

Loving your child is not the only requirement of a parent. Being a good parent requires you to be there for your kid, to encourage them, to help shape the kind of person they are. It requires being an active presence in your child’s life. And Hohenheim just didn’t have that. He left his wife and two kids at home when both Ed and Al were toddlers, and went off to travel. I understand why he had to leave, and I’m not saying this wasn’t something important. But the fact of the matter is that he left his home, and he didn’t return, didn’t even spare the time for a simple phone call for over ten years. Ten years. And he didn’t even bother calling his family to check in on them. I probably wouldn’t even be making this post if he decided to give Trisha a phone call every couple of days and talk to the boys.

He found out about his wife’s death ten years after it happened. He had no idea one of his sons became a state alchemist until three years after the fact. He just wasn’t there for so much of his sons’ lives, to the point where Ed doesn’t even recognize him as his dad anymore. Hohenheim didn’t fulfill any of the duties a father is typically supposed to fulfill, and he wasn’t there for his children at a time when they needed him most and were left on their own. Had he been at home with Ed and Al, their human transmutation attempt might not have even happened! They lived by themselves for ten years only loosely supervised by Pinako, then Izumi, then nobody.

When Hohenheim did decide to return to Resembool after ten years, there’s no doubt in my mind that he was ecstatic at the prospect of seeing his family. He obviously loved them immensely, and that love and need to protect them was one of his main reasons for leaving in the first place. But he returned to a burned down home and two broken sons (one if you count the fact that Hohenheim only met up with Al muuuuch later on in the series then Ed). This was a direct result of his bad parenting because had he been there for Ed and Al, had he been active in their lives, there would have been so much less tragedy.

Someone could argue that when Hohenheim came back for the Promised Day, he was there at a time when his sons needed him most… but what about all the other times? What about the night Ed and Al attempted human transmutation? What about Ed’s painful automail recovery? What about the time when Ed decided to become a state alchemist? Being there for one huge moment of your child’s life and helping them then doesn’t redeem you for leaving them to their own devices for over ten years without a word. He played a minimal role in raising his kids in the couple years he did stay at home with them, then left them to grow up on their own without a dad.

Hohenheim was a good person, and he loved his family so much, but like I said earlier, love alone doesn’t make you a good parent. It requires playing an active role in raising your children, and let’s face it: Hohenheim couldn’t do that.

anonymous asked:

Why do you think shinsou has such extreme dark circles?? Do you have a headcannon for that lol

YES! I have a good little headcanon for that!

I had this idea in my head that maybe Shinsou’s dad ( If it’s not Aizawa.. )  has some kind of ‘’No sleep’’ quirk. A quirk that allows him to stay awake.. Basicaly forever. ( How useful ) And since children often inherit of their parents quirks, Hitoshi didn’t get his father’s quirk but inherited of a capacity to stay awake longer? Or that he doesn’t need as much sleep as a normal person. So the dark circles come from there.

MaybeI’mLookingTooMuchIntoIt…

Evolution of the Dream Daddy tag

When it was first announced: Look everyone here’s my dadsona and this is the dad I’m going to date.
July 13th: Where are the dads?!?!?!
July 19th: STEAM!!!! Let us have the dads!!!
July 20th: aaaawwww poor Joseph. We need to find his good ending.
July 21st: OH SWEET LORD HE BE A DEMON!!!!

During my journey of understanding and accepting my autism, I’ve focused a lot on “can’t”.
I “can’t” go to parties. I “can’t” go to uni. I “can’t” travel or keep my flat clean.
A lot of people have, for a lot of different reasons, been upset with this, and I get it.
If they love me, it’s sad to think I’m resigning myself to a limited kind of life.
If they don’t love me, they think I’m whining and not pushing myself enough. That I’m weak. Spoiled.
And I get all that… especially when it comes from people that know me.

That’s because there’s a soft “can’t” and a hard “can’t”.
I could, technically, go a day without food or I could lift something as heavy as me.
People understand that when I say I “can’t” do that, it’s a soft “can’t”. Like, I could push myself beyond what’s healthy, and it’d suck ass, and you’re a jerk if you expect me to do this. Technically I can, but you’d understand my “can’t”.
A hard “can’t” is then an actual “can’t”. I can’t survive without food. I can’t lift a car.

So far so obvious, I guess.
But the thing is the world never accepts a soft “can’t” from disabled people.

My wife “soft can’t” do the shopping for my whole family for the weekend we’re staying with them. So my mum asks her anyway, because my wife is a sweet and giving person and I’m the only one who sees her shaking when she comes back.
I “soft can’t” hold down a nine to five job, but because me crying in the break room, shutting down during my hours off and because my wearing headphones during my lunch break instead of talking to my coworkers is just snobbery, people think I’m being lazy or spoilt when I say I “can’t” do it. Even though I’ve been fired for that kinda shit before.

If you know me you’ve seen me push through my soft “can’t"s all my life, and I was forced to so often that even I didn’t realize I “couldn’t”, because other people knew better and I was just spoiled and either people broke down just like me when I couldn’t see them, or I was just a weird, entitled, difficult child like everyone said.

But I’m realizing a soft “can’t” is still a fucking “can’t”. Because abled people aren’t denied that kind of “can’t”. We understand that if an abled person avoids physical or mental pain or exhaustion, that’s just them being sensible. People have a rough idea of what they “can’t” do, and they expect that at least part of the pain and difficulty in disabled people’s lives is just pushing through their limitations to reach the same “can” and “can’t"s as they experience and respect.

Of course the trope of the good disabled person pushing through to impress even abled people with their accomplishments has been discussed before.
But my thing right now is just about claiming or reclaiming “can’t”. I don’t have to, or shouldn’t be expected to, suffer through my soft “can’t"s any more than an abled person.

So fuck you, world! I can’t be outside in summer. I can’t handle your manipulations. I can’t perform. I can’t live on my own. I can’t have a perfect life. I’m not a spoiled brat, dad. My pain counts just as much.
And my can'ts count. I’m already pushing myself through difficulties you’ll never understand, just to stay alive. Respect my limits. I will, whether it pisses you off or not.

Polydads

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Based on a post that @catsforartists made!

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When Amanda woke up, she decided to crawl out of bed to get a bowl of cereal. And eat it on the couch, of course.

“Ain’t nothing beat couch cereal.” She declared to the empty room and dug into her delicious and dangerously sugary cereal.

Almost immediately after taking a bite out of her cereal, she heard footsteps coming from her dad’s room, but, when she glanced up, she saw Damien walking by her.

“Good morning, Amanda dear.” Damien greeted.

“Mornin.” Amanda responded. She KNEW it. Her dad and Damien had been getting pretty close, so it wasn’t a completely wild assumption that they would start dating. And, of course, the footsteps she heard must be…

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When Tony was lecturing Peter about taking out the tracker of the suit, he said it cost millions of dollars?!? LIKE- He made a multi million dollar suit for a kid he didn’t even know yet?!?! BECAUSE THAT’S THE KIND OF PERSON HE IS AND I WILL PROTECT HIM!

6 THINGS INFP'S WISH THEY COULD TELL YOU ABOUT THEMSELVES

Being an INFP personality type has a lot of upsides: we see the best in people, we’re thoughtful and creative, and as idealists, we see what could be instead of what is. But it has its downsides, too, not the least of which is that we’re often misunderstood. And often we’re either too polite or too self-conscious to tell you the truth about ourselves.


So here are a few things that I, an INFP, wish people knew about me. If any of these things don’t apply to the INFPs you know, or if you’re an INFP and disagree with these things, I apologize. I’m not trying to speak for all INFPs—we’re a diverse bunch, and I love that about us. But I think most of these apply to most INFPs, and I hope that you learn something from them:


1. We can become absorbed in our own world. But that doesn’t mean we think we’re better than others or more interesting. In fact, we have a deep respect for all humans, and are intensely curious about people. But because we’re introverts, it can be hard for us to get to know other people. Consequently, we’re curious about ourselves and we spend a lot of time studying ourselves. And the more we know, the more we want to know—and we end up losing ourselves in our inner world.


2. We want to know everything about you. Speaking of relationships, please talk to us about everything. We want to know all about you: your deepest secrets and hidden fears and what makes you tick. We don’t want to talk about the weather. We want to know how you slipped in a puddle when you were 10 years old and broke your knee, and ever since, you deliberately splash in puddles because you want to show that nothing can beat you. We want to know how you once got stuck inside a bookstore when it was raining and ended up finding a wonderful new author and making friends with the bookstore cat. We want to know that when it starts raining at night, you always panic for a few seconds because it sounds like footsteps outside.


3. We feel like we don’t fit in. INFPs are an odd mixture of curiosity, introversion, and quirkiness, so we often feel like we don’t fit in. Hence we either withdraw from the world completely and do our own thing or we try to change ourselves to fit in better. But the hermit will always have a part that wants to be accepted, and the people-pleaser will always have a rebellious streak. When we’re young, we INFPs may mask our true nature in an attempt to fit in. It may take us a long time to learn to act “normal.” Once we’ve learned that, it may take us even longer to realize that we don’t have to act normal. So bear with us as we find our place in the world.


4. Don’t make us question our sanity. My brother once pretended he couldn’t see a soccer field as we drove by it. Of course, he later told me he was joking, but here’s the thing about INFPs—we spend a lot of time seriously wondering if we have a mental illness. We can know we’re completely sane, have doctors tell us we’re completely sane, have family assure us we’re completely sane, but still, we just…wonder. Sometimes a part of our brain is pretty sure that all of life is a vivid hallucination and we’re severely schizophrenic. Other times we’re pretty sure that we don’t experience emotions the same way others do so we must be sociopathic. And for INFPs who really do have a mental illness, it’s worse. So please don’t joke about insanity with us. For us, it’s no laughing matter.


5. Our emotions can confuse us. Just because we know all about your emotions doesn’t mean we have the slightest idea what our feelings are. We know that emotions can be tricky, and when something bad happens—like a breakup or the death of a relative who has been ill for a long time—a person can feel so many things, including anger and helplessness but also relief (along with enormous guilt because of the relief). But if you ask us something like, “Do you feel sad about your dad dying?” there’s a very good chance we won’t be able to answer because we have no idea how we feel, or if we feel anything at all. I went through a period of depression after my father died, but while it was going on, I hadn’t the faintest clue that I was depressed. In fact, I thought I didn’t feel any grief at all. Only years later did I realize that I had been grieving, and even now I’m still not sure how I currently feel about my father’s death. I think I’m at a point of acceptance, but who knows? A year from now I might realize that I’m in denial. If we seem confusing to you, it’s nothing to how confusing we are to ourselves.


6. We have a dark side. A lot of people think that INFPs are bundles of sweetness and light, but that’s not always true. Like any other human being, we can be caring at times but we can also be harsh. We can be the nicest and most tender person you know, or we can be judgmental and downright cruel. That’s because we have bad days too. But you can bet that when we lash out at someone with harsh words, we feel guilty about it later.


In the end, being an INFP personality type is not “good” or “bad.” INFPs are complex, contradictory people who know the world can be a dark place—but we choose to see the light.

By Emily E. @ introvertdear.com

damien means a lot to me cause as a transgender man myself, i adore the idea of one day being a dad, the thought of being a parent; but being transgender my dysphoria screeches ‘no! you won’t be a good dad! your kid’ll hate you! or think your weird! cause you won’t be a normal dad!’, and even though i know it’s nonsense it still eats away at me.

but then like seeing damien not only be a father who also holds a transgender history, but, be a good one, who’s kid genuinely loves him like - it just makes that fear of the day when i become a father go away? the fear of what people might think? what my child might think as they get older?? just this representative means a lot to me and??? i’m watching a play through and had to vent it out.

You Understand, Right? (Part 5): And Broken Hearts

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1665+ words

TW: Nothing in this chapter!

A/N: I’ve been considering writing a sister chapter to this one in Y/N’s perspective, but I’m not sure if I have time. Plus, you guys are getting so many fics from me this month lol… We’ll see. I’m pretty swamped with other stuff so I make no promises… Hahaha get it?… Yea, I’m lame.  

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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Dean didn’t follow her, too shocked at her words. He sat down on the edge of his bed thinking about what in the world would make her say such things. He just stared at the floor of his room. Her words ringing inside his brain as he tried to make sense of it. Of everything.

“I understand, Dean.”

“You and Sam need each other… But you don’t need me.”

“I’ve lost count of the promises you’ve broken.”

“What the hell?” he mumbled, massaging his temple. “What is she talking about?”

Dean remembered making only two promises to her in his lifetime. He promised to take care of her, and be there for her. This was the promise he made with everyone he ever cared about. Anyone who knew Dean knew that he would always be there for them when they needed help.

He knew from a young age not to make promises he couldn’t make. John lectured him for hours after he once promised a kid that they would save his mom. They lost the mom to the werewolf. His dad was livid- not only because they lost another life, but because he had given this kid hope. Ever since then, Dean didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. And he was sure that Y/N knew he would never break a promise if he could help it. Not that she’s ever asked him to make any promises. There were only two cases where she had asked him to promise her something.

“Dean, look! I got a part in the play!” Y/N said excitedly, showing him the piece of paper with her name on it.

“Yea?” He peered over, flashing her a proud grin. “Good job, squirt!”

“You’re gonna come see it, right?”

“Of course!” He ruffled her hair before going back to his homework.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he said, not even looking up from his math problem.

Dean swallowed thickly as he realized that he didn’t show up to her play, choosing to attend Sam’s spelling bee instead.

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