words to my father

anonymous asked:

i feel your last anon because for the love of god!!!!!!! i grew up calling my father "daddy" because i had an uncle i called "papa" and this damn website and everybody in this planet ruined the word for me!!! i had to resort to calling my father "mr. dad" or "the dadfather" (because he likes the godfather movies). thnx for ur time and good luck with harvard i'm sure you will do amazing.

yeah i still call my father daddy sometimes because that’s what i grew up calling him and i fucking hate the fact that it’s become so sexualized in the mainstream that i, a minor, am the one considered weird for calling my actual dad “daddy.” i’m literally just trying to be affectionate with the man who raised me i don’t want any sexual implications in that thanks

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
—  Laurell K. Hamilton, A Stroke of Midnight

idea: villain with illusion powers tries to pull the whole “actually bruce wayne’s parents never died and that other life was all a dream ps as long as you’re here write down all your passwords and write a huge check to this guy your parents say is your friend” thing but is unsuccessful because it is basically impossible to impersonate bruce’s parents

“when did you figure it out?? >:[”

“i’ve known this was fake from the start, this woman looks nothing like my mother. red lipstick with nude polish?? that dress doesn’t suit her coloring. i said i was deliberately leading vicki on and she didn’t try to ground me, just because i’m a grown man. that’s not how my mother pronounces the word yeti. and this guy! he’s not tall enough to be my father. he hasn’t tried to pick me up even once. and neither of these people has had an uncomfortably flirtatious conversation with the butler in the last six hours. you fool. you imbecile. how could you possibly have thought that this would work.”

My childhood innocence was stripped when I was about 3, my dad was driving drunk with me in the car and some guy cut him off. So he proceeded to chase him down. Then the guy got out of his car and grabbed a crowbar. I would wake up from naps and my dad was nowhere to be found. Throughout the years I watched him fall down stairs and stumble around. I was terrified. He would come and leave and I would see my mom cry every time. I watched him and my mom scream at each other why I sat on the porch covering my ears. My brother asked me when I was 6 “do you wanna see your dad get beat with a club?” Id go to school and get no relief because I was picked on day after day. I truly believe the trauma of your childhood melds you into someone different. I often wonder what I would have been like if it hadn’t happened. Would I not be a shy, anxiety ridden depressed person? Or would I be exactly the same? I don’t think children should have to have an adult mind and issues. Because then you have all this baggage that weighs you down all the time. It’s always there in your mind. I think people think that children don’t catch on to things or wont remember. But that’s the farthest from the truth. They are so observant. It strips their childhood away from them. And puts them in a position to deal with things that they should have no business having to deal with. If adults have a hard time dealing with it, how do you think it is for children?
—  Chapters from my life

a fathers hand

as a tear began to stream
down my little face
he said ‘come sit awhile’
there was a humble strength
that hid behind his smile
i quickly learned it was
within his embrace
i felt most safe
lost in the moment
i decided to sneak
a butterfly kiss
upon his cheek
i recall the balminess
of freshly shaven skin
and in his hand
my tiny fingers fell within
and with the other
he tucked the unruly curls
behind the ears
of his entire world
then pressed his lips
gently upon my frown
without a single word
he calmed me down
in that moment
with nothing more than
the loving touch
of a fathers hand


This was written in honour of the first man in my life. Missing him never gets easier.

and to everyone bitching about belle’s yellow gown:

i get it. i do. but in the words of my father (who was crying like a baby during most of the film): “people who say these things are just looking for something to pick on. there was probably not one person in that theater that could care less about what was wrong with it. they would have all said it was beautiful, and it was.”

My father taught me that sometimes the hardest thing to do is to wait. Timing is everything in this life and sometimes we need to wait for what’s best for us. It’s hard and it’s painful, but standing by and letting things take their course is a part of life. You can ruin everything by not being patient.

An Unloved Excerpt #5

(I’m still waiting for you.)

Isabelle snorted. ‘All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.’
'You noticed’ said Simon.

'I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,’ added Magnus.

'Please never say those words in front of my parents,’ said Alec. 'Especially my father.’

'I thought your parents were okay with you, you know, coming out,’ Simon said, leaning around Isabelle to look at Alec, who was — as he often was — scowling, and pushing his floppy dark hair out of his eyes. Aside from the occasional exchange, Simon had never talked to Alec much. He wasn’t an easy person to get to know. But, Simon admitted to himself, his own recent estrangement from his mother made him more curious about Alec’s answer than he would have been otherwise.

'My mother seems to have accepted it,’ Alec said. 'But my father — no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.’

Simon felt Isabelle tense next to him. 'Turned you gay?’ She sounded incredulous. 'Alec, you didn’t tell me that.’

'I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,’ said Simon.

Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. 'I’ve read Magnus’s stash of comics,’ said Alec, 'so I actually know what you’re talking about’ A small smile played around his mouth. 'So would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?’

'Only if it was a really gay spider,’ said Magnus, and he yelled as Alec punched him in the arm. 'Ow, okay, never mind.

—  Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

I think it’s been effectively shown how effective jokes are as a weapon.

When you turn something into a joke, you dehumanize the entire concept, and it becomes near impossible for people to actually talk about it or do anything with it and be taken seriously (or not have it be seen as worthless or shameful).

It isn’t a coincidence that the majority of these jokes tend to be aimed at the most vulnerable people.

New artists who are learning to experiment and branch out and share their art and be creative and express themselves and have fun.

Trauma survivors who work through and come to terms with things via OCs, sexuality, “emo” art / music, etc.

Coping, triggers, validity, “daddy issues”

Communities that have a high percentage of neurodivergent people (esp autistic people), like otherkin or asmr

The furrry community, which has a lot of lgbt+ people who are able to explore their identities in a community where gender expression and diversity is encouraged and heteronormativity has little space to exist

Y’all have even managed to dehumanize an entire age group. (12 year olds) 

Do you remember when some members of the furry community were shot, and it was turned into a joke, and many people couldn’t keep a straight face about it? Or when there was a chlorine gas attack at a furry convention, and it was also treated as a joke?

I’m not saying you’re a bad person if you’ve engaged in this trend, especially if you’re a part of the community it affects; society has made it damn near impossible to even exist and expect to be taken seriously if you don’t conform and fit in. And, in private spaces where everyone is okay with it, joking about sensitive topics can make it bearable, make things easier to talk about, and turn fear into courage.

But as a society, we really need to be aware of the effects and consequences these attitudes have.

Isabelle snorted. “All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.”
“You noticed.” said Simon.
“I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,” added Magnus.
“Please never say those words in front of my parents,” said Alec. “Especially my father.
—  City of Lost Souls, Cassandra Clare