#shitty dad

[ponpox]

I just think it's a shame he doesn't have a vest on..... But maybe it would have been too slutty even for him

#toji fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #shitty dad #my art

[hyperfixated-on-musicals]

Okay, I want to ramble on about this monologue for a moment. Jeff was definitely projecting his shitty relationship with his own father onto Pierce's dad but I get it. All of that built up anger and resentment has to boil over somehow.

I relate to Jeff here. Being able to say something like that to your shitty dad is fucking amazing regardless of how he responds.

I love the way Jeff poses the question "So what?" It's really a big "fuck you" to not only Pierce's dad, but his own dad as well.

I also love how fleshed out all of the characters are. Even with Pierce, he has an explanation (not an excuse though) for the way he behaves. It was shown to him from a young age and that messes with people.

#shitty dad #rambles #community show

[moonage-gaydream]

#the owl house #amity blight #rose wilson #dc comics #shoto torodoki #my hero academia #mha shoto #zagreus #hades game #shitty dad #shitty parents

[brucenorris007]

razzafrazza metal sonic brainworm

EggDad is. . . look, I'm not the one to talk to about woobification. I enjoy indulgence in soft and fluffy as much as anyone, but not at the cost of character or character relationships being significantly altered; if anything my brain thrives on figuring out how to finagle a soft moment within the limitations of what is or isn't in-character.

That being said: I do think EggDad with relation to Metal Sonic is interesting as an avenue to further explore the tragedy of Metal Sonic while it's still tied to its shitty dad.

Because while finding out one day that he might actually care about his creations is somewhat feasible for Eggman, we all know that's not enough to fix the fact that he's a shitty dad.

Eggman can care as much as he wants; unless his ego, which insists that he's in the right regardless of where his endeavors and experiments take him, is addressed, it doesn't really matter.

Eggman might one day realize "Oh, Metal isn't actually my arch-nemesis conveniently under my control, it should probably have a different look." Then his reaction to that thought is to put Metal through a paint job while its offline; Metal suddenly wakes up red, or yellow, or green instead of blue and Eggman either expects to be thanked or doesn't bring it up at all.

The real issue doesn't go away; neglect by virtue of the fact that Eggman does not listen to Metal. Or any of his creations. He might ease off verbal abuse, might even cut down on the times he rips out and replaces parts in fits of frustration. But at the end of the day, he'll keep calling it Metal Sonic.

The idea that Eggman might have nuance beyond being a manipulative bastard has merit worth exploring.

But for as long as Metal stays attached to him, its story will remain a tragedy.

#Metal Sonic #Eggman #Mobile Identity Crisis #Shitty Dad

[pumpkinthevixen]

I'm sorry you missed the day I came home. I'm sorry you left my Mom all alone. I'm sorry you missed the first time I walked. And I'm sorry you missed the first time I talked. I'm sorry you missed tucking me in at night. I'm sorry you missed turning off my light. I'm sorry you missed me getting my first fright. And I'm sorry you weren't there to tell me it's all right. I'm sorry you never really cared, Never bothered to make a call. In fact, I'm not sorry in the slightest bit. I'm not sorry at all. You should be sorry, Sorry to me, And sorry to all of us, For what you couldn't be. A Dad is supposed to love, Protect, worship and care. A Dad is supposed to do all of this, But most importantly be there. But you couldn't provide, Protect or care. You couldn't worship. And you couldn't be there Because you made the choice To never try with me. Sure, you're on and off now, But it's just too late, you see. I mean, I get it now. And although this makes me sad... You will always be my father. You'll just never be my Dad.

#poetry #daddy issues #shitty dad #dad daughter #emotional neglect #toxic parents #toxic family #trust issues #abandoment issues #abandoned #fatherless

[virgilblair]

I can’t tell my dad this so I’m telling you, My dad thinks the Kosa bill is basically the same as age restrictions for achol and other things people just aren’t ready for at an early age, but age restrictions for gambling don’t get people kicked out of their homes, age restrictions don’t prevent people from getting necessary information, like bowing what eating disorders are, and breaking the bubble some parents otherwise make inpenatrable, for example that was my only way of knowing gay people can be good people (I’m gay btw), anyway, my dad is an asshat, and I can’t explain any of this shit to him cause he’s transphobic as shit, anyway enjoy my rant, and stay safe to fellow trans youth and other poor traumatized people reading this

#stop kosa #kosa bill #shitty dad

[cavalrysystem]

Don't you just fucking love when your mother expects you to know where every dish she owns is because "you're the one who puts away dishes" and then she just refuses to admit she likely either gave said dish away or got rid of it?

Don't you fucking love when your mother or other parent expects you to constantly be okay with being a parent stand-in when they don't feel like being a parent for the kids they decided to have?

Don't you fucking love when your expected to cook dinner almost every night because your mom is "just so exhausted from work" and "doesn't feel good" despite being a fucking senior in high-school and on top of that being expected to watch your autistic siblings and not being allowed to complain about being stressed ever in your life?

Don't you fucking love when your parents refuse to do anything about the fact that you're burning yourself out trying to keep up with school, your siblings, the dishes, cleaning the house, and taking care of yourself all at once?

Don't you just love it?

(This entire post is using the word love in a sarcastic way)

#leo cries #vent posting #vent post #tw parental issues #parent issues #shitty mom #shitty dad #shitty experiences #childcare is exhausting #being a student is stressful #i am on the verge of killing myself #but am I allowed to complain? #of course im not #because oh my parents have it so much harder!! #DONT TAKE IT OUT ON ME #i get youre human and yoh get sick and all mom #but jesus fucking christ im not here for you to just shift your obligations as a parent onto #ill cook for myself and mom will be like “why arent you cooking for the everyone” #Because its not my fucking JOB?? #Hello?? like #why do parents constantly expect the older children to just swoop in and parent when they dont want to #motherfucker THEY ARENT MY KIDS

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

I'm not even gonna make this a poll because there's only one right answer. If you could kill off one character from Stranger Things, who isn't already dead, who would it be?

I'll give you a hint: Lonnie fucking shithead Byers

#if you dont say lonnie- #stranger things #lonnie byers #fuck lonnie byers #gay will byers #joyce byers #jonathan byers #will byers #shitty dad

[andersonswords]

my father called me this morning

he woke me from my sleep

we talked about school and my future

it made me feel weak.

the last time we spoke

i told him he couldn’t be had

by me in my life

even though he’s my dad.

he chose someone else

over the children he bore

i was sick of fighting

for burden’s a chore.

why should i fight

for the attention of him

when he chose someone else

on merely a whim.

#spilled poetry #relationships #poetry #chosen family #difficult relationships #shitty dad #short poem #my poem #sad poem #poems and poetry #original poem #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #writers and poets

[the-whumpening]

Dance Music [Son of Bat | Oneshot]

Masterpost

No specific time frame for this piece, just a random happenstance after a random gig.

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"So this is what the volume knob's for . . . "

CW: family trauma, panic attack, reference to stalking, threats of violence

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Eddie was wiped after the show, but the exhaustion was comfortable—satisfying. He imagined this was how James felt after a heavy workout. Backstage, he stripped his sweaty shirt and ruffed the dry parts through his damp hair. As the cloth covered his face, he heard a voice call his name over the clamor.

“What’s up?” he replied without looking. He wiped the sweat from his face and finally opened his eyes.

His stomach dropped.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie managed to stammer out, his jaw setting firmly in place.

The man laughed. “Is that any way to greet your old man? I have to admit, I wasn’t all that sure I had the right person at first—but look at you! You look just like your mom. But I take it you and Deb aren’t Bakers anymore.”

Eddie’s hands shook, and he could feel his face getting hot. It was his father; of that he was certain. Twenty years older and grayer than the pictures his mom had shown him, but he still had the same sleazy smirk and freckled complexion. Eddie tried to maintain his composure, to hide the fear rising in his throat. After all this time . . . this is what he’d dreaded most of all.

He turned to hide his face, pretending to busy himself with his backpack. “We never were. We’re Glenns. What do you want, Chris? How’d you know I’d be here?”

Seemingly oblivious to Eddie’s hostility, Chris edged closer. “Well, there’s no need for that—you can just call me dad, you know.” He reached to pick up Eddie’s bag, forcing Eddie to turn his attention. “Here, lemme help. I just wanted to see my kid, that’s all. Is that too much to ask?”

An avalanche of thoughts crashed through Eddie’s mind. The more he looked at Chris, the more furious he became, and the louder the thoughts clamored for attention. His stomach lurched and ached with the mounting anxiety.

“How? How did you find me?” he repeated.

“Eddie, does that really matter? I wanted to see you—why can’t we just talk?” Still smirking. Still unfazed. “What’s gotten into you?”

If Chris knew where to find Eddie—at a random show, in a random venue, with a different last name—there was every chance he already knew where to find Debby as well. This wasn’t just a violation of his privacy, of the safety he’d spent years building; it was a violation of his mom’s, too. For the first time in years, Eddie felt completely out of control.

“How?!” he roared, his face boiling hot with rage. “How did you find us?! Tell me!”

The din of the crew quieted below his hoarse screams. Suddenly, dozens of eyes were on their conversation.

“You need to calm down—you’re making a scene,” Chris half-whispered, his smirk dropping just a fraction despite the intensity of his glare.

Hands thudded on both of Eddie’s shoulders, but he was too far gone to stop. “TELL ME! HOW DID YOU FIND US?!”

James emerged from the crowd, blocking Eddie from Chris’ view with his imposing form.

“You need to leave,” James said, dropping his voice to its deepest register. He towered over Chris, his massive arms folded tightly across his chest.

Chris threw his hands up defensively. “You got this all wrong—I’m Eddie’s dad. I was just trying to talk to him. That’s all!”

Eddie’s body vibrated; Molly and Vince held him back as he attempted to charge forward. “Leave us alone! Get out of here! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT—”

He thrashed against the arms holding him in place, squirming so fiercely that his friends had to hoist him off the ground to keep him from breaking free. All the while, he continued screaming frantically until his voice ran ragged and his desperate pleas were reduced to a faint mumble.

James loomed over Chris, daring him to make a move. Although he hated to see Eddie so distraught, James couldn't deny his pleasure at getting to threaten his deadbeat father.

“Eddie doesn't need an assault charge, but I'm not afraid of prison. If you want to keep your bones inside your body,” he warned, “I suggest you leave. Now.”

Chris’ eyes bulged, and he took a step backwards. “That's–that's a threat, you know? I could get you arrested for that.”

“And I could get you arrested for trespassing.” Cassandra appeared from behind him, a security guard in tow. “Now kindly leave my band alone, and these two large gentlemen will be happy to escort you off the premises.”

James flashed a toothy, cryptic grin and placed a heavy hand on Chris’ shoulder. The guard mirrored him on the other side, steering Chris out through the crowd.

Between Molly and Vince, Eddie grew limp and weak. When they loosened their grasp, he sank to his knees on the ground, still feebly protesting under his breath. His hands trembled, and he balled them up into tight fists.

Cass dropped down to his level, her face scrunched in concern. “I am so sorry, Eddie. I promise you, I will find out who let him in, and I’ll make sure nothing like this ever happens again.” She shot a stern look at the nearby stage crew. “It never should have happened in the first place.” After Vince helped her to her feet, she ushered the crew away. “Some privacy, please! Meet me in the green room to have your asses handed to you!”

When James returned through the stage doors, he made a beeline to Eddie’s side, wrapping his arms protectively around Eddie’s shoulders. “He’s gone, Ed,” he whispered. “It’s okay.”

Whatever desperate part of Eddie’s mind was holding him together finally broke; his shoulders shook with sobs, twenty years of hurt erupting from his body. Molly and James sat with him, holding his hand and stroking his hair, murmuring quiet words of comfort in between his gasps and whimpers.

“You’re okay, hun.” Molly pressed her forehead to his. “Let it out.”

Vince kept watch over them, shooing away anyone wandering too close. He brought Eddie his bag and a cold drink. “Have a drink, bud. You’re gonna get dehydrated.”

Eddie’s heart ached; sometimes he forgot just how much love he had in his life now. For so long, it had just been him and his mom . . . Mom. As he chugged the drink and his mind began to clear, a fresh wave of panic welled up in his gut.

He nearly choked as he sputtered, “M-mom! I n-need to call her!” Squirming from James’ grasp, he scrambled to dig his phone out of his bag. “She—he might, might . . .” His mouth couldn’t keep up with the words tumbling out.

“It’s already taken care of,” James assured him. “I called her while I was outside. She’s gonna stay with a neighbor tonight. Anything else can be handled tomorrow.”

Eddie nodded, the last of his energy leaving his body. He slumped into James’ shoulder, his eyes drooping and the exhaustion from the show hitting him full force. “Can we . . . go home?” he asked.

The drive home was longer than usual, taking extra twists and turns to ensure they weren’t followed. By the time they arrived, Eddie was dead on his feet. Rather than trek upstairs to his usual bed or couch, he insisted on sleeping in James’ room; beyond his exhaustion, he felt safer with James nearby. And though James valued his privacy, he obliged without protesting. For Eddie . . . he wouldn’t give it a second thought.

#son of bat #hurt/comfort #whumblr #whump #emotional whump #I guess? #caretaking #shitty dad #oneshot #band ocs #bandmates #James is a big softie when it comes to Eddie #whumpblr #rublewriting

[zaltinerat666]

you know what i need? i need someone to tell me its not my fault, that i'm too young to not have a mom, that my dad shouldn't have left me and then acted like hes the best dad in the world, that i'm special and thats ok, that my trauma did affect me and i'm not just sensitive, that i'm too young to be dealing with all the shit i deal with.

#vent #vent post #dead mom #shitty dad #i dont live w them lol. #actually ptsd

[hiisikoloart]

Today is Fathers Day in Finland so I want to wish happy day to all of those good and supportive fathers out there who love their kids, have big part in raising them - and aren't the sad excuse of a father I have. (:

And to those who have shitty fathers (like me)- remember that it is always ok to leave your biological family behind and realize that life is worth living without toxic influences in it. You are worth saving. You are worth celebrating.

#fathers day #happy fathers day #finland #shitty dad #toxic people #freedom #you are worthy

[boxgirl]

Maybe in another universe my dad cared about me.

Maybe in another universe my dad cared about me, maybe in another universe he doesn’t.

Maybe he’s just a shitty dad in all universes.

Maybe I just wasn’t a good enough daughter.

But I was 9, no matter how bad of I daughter I was, I never deserved that.

I didn’t deserve that dad.

#dad #father #daughter #hurt #abuse #emotional #emotional abuse #lost #only daughter #left #not talking #no contact #no father #shitty dad

[brucenorris007]

All right, it seems that a. . . not insignificant number of people take issue, or at least are upset by, the reaction of Sonic and friends to Metal Sonic in the final story of Heroes.

Yes I did just reblog that specific post, scroll down a just a little for reference.

I think the anguish and angst of Metal's perspective of the situation definitely warrants exploration; and HELL YEAH if we got to see that in any official media. I do caution against vilifying Sonic and his friends for how they reacted to Metal Overlord, though; nuance, everyone, nuance. (Not saying that was the intended purpose of that other post, I've just seen takes like that get twisted in fandom a lot before and would prefer it nipped before anything starts. Far be for me to want to even try to preach, of course.)

Would Metal interpret all the smack talk thrown at it as genuine hatred, as ignoring what might be a very dramatic and destructive cry for help? Yes, it's certainly possible. But A) Sonic and friends don't hate Metal whatsoever, since even Omega, who based his entire personality around destroying Eggman robots, gently gathers Metal into his arms after everyone else leaves and B) that angst isn't really theirs to address.

Keep in mind, the titular Heroes of the game are all teenagers and kids who just heard Neo declare "All living things, kneel before your master!" before turning itself into a lightning rod to trigger a transformation into Metal Overlord. Mitigating that alarming statement and the aggression packaged with it is their first priority; and if that involves a smack down, that's kind of Sonic's style anyway.

As for the fact that they lob smack talk in the first place, well, group think is a thing; and Shadow, amnesiac or otherwise, and Omega are both quite proud creature who don't kowtow to anybody, to say nothing of Omega's animosity for anything Eggman made. And honestly, I think Sonic might have been less likely to throw around and encourage smack talk if Tails and the other kids hadn't been present.

But Cream, Charmy and Tails were present, and being the youngest, likely scared of Overlord who, let's be honest, looks fairly monstrous. The adventure up to the point of the Final Story took all of three days when they were all on the move; worn out and frightened, people like Vector and Sonic would've carried themselves a certain way.

"Hey little buddy, this is just business as usual; nothing to worry about, yeah?" etc.

As for the line everyone knows from the Super Sonic fight of this game "You thought you could defeat me by transforming into a monster" yeah, yes, absolutely that isn't going to help Metal's turmoil whatsoever.

BUT. Consider the events of Sonic's most recent adventures: Chaos' rage, simmering for thousands of years, threatened to destroy civilization when it was released. The Biolizard, fused with the ARK, was minutes away from destroying the planet.

By comparison: "Oh, this guy doesn't care about destroying things, they just want a piece of me; I can handle that eight days a week!" would probably feel like something of a relief and a step down in tension and stakes.

Sonic's not out to hurt Metal's feelings, he's just leaning into what he sees as a fight with a rival. That Metal's personal stakes on the fight are much, much higher than that isn't a fact he's really privy to.

And the ultimate question at the end of it all, when Neo reverts back to Metal and, using the last seconds of a voice box it has left to ask "Why can't I defeat you?"

That question isn't really for Sonic to answer. It's not for anyone to answer except maybe Metal's shitty dad. Because there isn't a single thing Sonic could say in that moment that wouldn't worsen Metal's angst. I think the nearest to helpful that Sonic might have been able to give Metal that doesn't break character would have been:

"Because you keep trying to be me; and you're not."

Say what you will about whether or not Sonic and friends listened to Metal during final story, but Metal was never going to be able to listen to any answer Sonic had for it, no matter how helpful.

Literally.

Metal's programmed to see Sonic as The Enemy of All; to the point of paranoia. Despite the fact that Sonic's open invitation for a rematch is his way of saying he's down to hang out, Metal cannot interpret anything Sonic says as anything less than mockery, an insult or a threat.

In fact, that actually why the whole plot of Heroes kicks off; Metal's obsession with Sonic, with conquering the 'threat' briefly superseded its loyalty to Eggman. That's how deeply ingrained its fear of Sonic, and the pre-packaged identity crisis that comes with it, is.

Because that's the way Eggman made Metal.

#Metal Sonic #Sonic Heroes #Sonic the Hedgehog #Mobile Identity Crisis #Some Guy #Eggman #Shitty Dad #brainworm #analysis

[fanfictionroxs]

'korn theerapanyakul's A+ parenting' surely must be a tag on ao3 by now

#im not opening the kinnporsche page on ao3 because spoilers #i dont want spoilers #no thank you #kinnporsche the series #korn theerapanyakul #shitty dad #thai bl #thai drama #asianlgbtqdramas #memes

[3ratsinatrenchcoatatabar]

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#shitty dad #questions #poll