#father tw

[d0ll-part-s]

who art in heaven

i.k.b

#poetry #original poetry #original prose #father tw #religon tw #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #original poets on tumblr #copyright ikb #free verse #writerblr #web weaving #writing #grief poetry

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[id: two light gray userbox with a gray border and gray text that reads “this user sees argo as a father figure”. on the left is an image of argo from 7 Days! : Mystery Visual Novel and the prequel Argo's Choice: Visual Novel. /end id]

#Argo's Choice: Visual Novel #7 Days! : Mystery Visual Novel #video game userbox #video game userboxes #video games #video game #soft aesthetic #soft userboxes #softcore #soft userbox #soft #father mention #father tw #father cw #userboxes #userbox

[paradoxesofgalaxies]

Memories of my father follow me like ghosts

I catch a scent of him in the air and my whole being recoils in disgust as my eyes quickly scan the room for a figure that isn't there.

A certain laugh and I can hear his voice dripping with mockery. Words of the past echoing through the present. An inescapable phantom always lurking behind me.

The horrifying visions of him that plague my nights.

Memories of my father follow me like a ghost

If only that's all he were

#galactic gab #vent poem #kinda #father tw #csa implied #trauma stuff #ghosts tw #ask to tag

[nettles-vent]

I don’t miss my dad, but I miss what having a dad could have been like. I miss hunting trips that weren’t excuses, acceptance and a family line. I want to be somebody’s son. I want to wake up early in the morning to catch the sunrise on the porch.

Sometimes it hits me that I’ve aged past the time where I could be looked after, like a kid should be. I never was. Nobody took care of me. And I guess a part of me was still expecting I’d get that. But I’m 18 now. No-one’s coming to save me.

I never had the kind of dad I should’ve had.

And another part of me knows I couldn’t have any kind of relationship with an older man without making it perverse. I imagine a father I could count on, and what I imagine is exactly the same as what I conjure when I think about my ideal man.

Its all messed up in my head. I cant get what I want. I hate what life’s turned out to be.

#vent #csa vent #sa tw #csa tw #father tw #diary

[awarmshrine]

Hi this morning I wanted to kms so I went swimming and thought about how fucked up it is that colonisers polluted the rivers and then convinced everybody to spend money to access chemically treated lukewarm stagnant water instead. But I did go swimming.

Then I went to a uniting church service and it was full of mainly white people but the reverend quoted James Baldwin and there was a picture of brown Jesus. It was interesting. The reverend splashed water on us at the end??? Three nice elderly ladies chatted to me afterwards and told me to come to church board game night soon!

Also I got a call saying that my father has been MIA from the hospital for four hours so like. Idk even what to say about that. I am a whole state away from him and his phone is switched off so there is literally nothing I can do.

#my words matter #suicide tw #church tw #religion tw #father tw #hospital tw

[theauthorlives]

Monologue - Father's Day

"One, two and -"

"One, two and -"

The grumbling from the greaser was reminiscent of musical timing as the bounces from the small ball hit the wall, the floor, and landed back in his hand.

It was Visitation Day, and Yancy had intended to spend the free time in his cell, armed with just a tennis ball that one of the guards had snuck in for him to borrow today. He sat on the bottom bunk and, after pushing the small table aside, had a clear aim of the wall opposite him. A half-hearted throw was more than enough to hit the wall, yet still provide enough momentum to give a bounce high enough for him to catch it.

"One, two and -"

"One, two and -"

By right, the tennis ball was contraband, but the older staff knew that today was an exception:

Visitation Day fell on Father's Day.

It happened every year. For many prisoners, it was the one day they looked forward to most in the summer. Fathers were permitted to have a longer time with their kids, and they were brought out to the main rec yard that was specially decorated for families to spend time together. It was a positive aspect of the rehabilitation process, Warden Murder-Slaughter had once explained. If a father could see the life he was missing out on, it would give him motivation to work toward parole and making a better life for himself.

(Of course, he also insisted the same on Mother's Day, although that fell on the second Sunday of May.)

Yancy was not the only prisoner in Happy Trails with a difficult family life. However, he was the only one presently incarcerated for murdering his parents. Not only that, this was the only day that he needed the extra eye on him.

Mother's Day was fine. He could make a passing gesture to mark the day and then bury his head in other tasks for the rest of the day.

But Father's Day...? That was always a difficult one, even from childhood.

--

--

"Now then, class. How is everyone doing with their Father's Day cards?"

A cacophony of excited chattering rose up in the room as all the 8 year olds tried to get their teacher's attention. Using a design on the board as inspiration, they were all encouraged to draw them and their dad or male guardian doing something they enjoy together. Some children drew sport scenes, others drew people playing video games, others even drew them walking a dog together.

One child still had an empty page, and this caught the teacher's attention. She walked over and gently tapped the child on the shoulder.

"You struggling to come up with ideas?" Her voice was soft as she crouched down to the boy's eye level.

"Mmm... Yeah..." He didn't lift his head to look at her. Instead, he was focused on arranging his colouring pencils into shapes.

"Well... What have you and your father done lately?" The teacher knew it was going to be a difficult answer. This child in particular had been uncomfortable with the topic of Father's Day, but nothing was on his record about a bad family life. If anything, the principal's only comment was that the father was particularly stern about his son's so-called laziness.

(The teacher wanted to argue that the boy did genuinely struggle in some areas, but she was in no position to overrule either her boss or the child's parents.)

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Don't do anything at home."

Ordinarily, the teacher would try to prompt further suggestions from her students, but she couldn't shake her hunch that this would be a bad idea. "Well, why don't you write 'Happy Father's Day' in bubble writing?"

It wasn't an ideal solution, but he couldn't go home empty-handed.

-

The house was buzzing with activity as the whole family arrived for Father's Day. Only the little boy and his older sister still lived at home, and the older two had moved out for lives of their own. They all sat around the kitchen table, drinking coffee and chatting about recent happenings.

The youngest sat on the bottom step, holding the hand-drawn card tightly with both small hands. Nerves had crinkled the page, and panic in trying to fix it only resulted in a small tear on the back. He didn't want to do this, but his teacher had said it had been so nice that anyone would like it.

And if she meant that, well... Maybe his dad would like it.

"Hey... Pa?"

He had shuffled into the room, wincing when everyone turned around to look at him. having five adults and teenagers giving you their full attention was nothing short of terrifying. But he had made it this far, he couldn't back down now. "Happy Father's Day. I made you this." The card was presented with both hands.

Sure, it wasn't as pretty as the cards that were bought, but there was still time put into it. There was no present either, but his mother never asked if he wanted to go to the store to buy anything.

(He was eight years old. It wasn't like he had a lot of money to his name.)

Silence.

His father skimmed the card and placed it on the table in the span of ten seconds.

"Is that everything?" A monotonous question broke the awkward silence. Yancy peered up, wide-eyed, at his father.

"I-I, uh, I don't have anything else -"

"Good. Go back to your room."

"Yes, pa."

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, in the hope that someone would comment on his card.

"He did a good job with that card. The colouring's getting better." The sound of the sister closest in age could be heard.

"He forgot the apostrophe in 'Father's'."

Ah. Of course the only comment his father would make was finding the flaws. He didn't know why he bothered waiting to hear. Disheartened, he trudged back upstairs and climbed into bed. What else was worth doing today after that?

--

--

"One, two and -"

"One, two and -"

The rhythm had increased. He was throwing the tennis ball faster. Every year as a child, he had tried to do something that he father might actually like. It was never good enough. At least his mother could lie and pretend she liked the art project he had to make in school.

"One, two and - and..."

He caught the ball, and his grip tightened on it. The urge to fling it at full strength and break something nearly consumed him, but he managed to pull himself back at the last moment.

"Fuck."

The tennis ball dropped on the drop as he fell back into the bottom bunk. He couldn't stick being alone today, but there was no one he felt comfortable spending the time with.

"Fuck this..."

#(what? You thought the earlier reblog was what I intended to do?) #father tw #parent neglect tw #trying the craft (mun drabble) #yv: don't wanna be free #(ask to tag if I forgot anything)

[wellfell]

i am starting to believe some of akina's bfs probably told her something along the lines of ' if your daddy issues healed you'd leave me ' and she's never really cared about it but i'm ready to write an essay why you're always with an angry man if you've grown up with an angry man in your house . anyway .

#this is so important to me because really ... #it's not on purpose . she's not doing it on purpose . #her nervous system got used to THAT so she's always looking for that everywhere she goes #i don't make sense but u know what i mean ryuji i am looking at u #hanzo . karube . angy . grrr . 😔😔😔 #ooc. #father tw #daddy issues tw

[atakeflight]

Lisa and her very complicated relationship with her father is my next meta. Also Lisa and developing Homer’s anger issues and how she works on that because she doesn’t want to be like her dad. 🙃

#it’s JD’s fault #we were speaking about Lisa and Bart as always #child neglect tw #father tw

[the-arashikage-clan]

“we never hurt you” I literally fear being hit as soon as you step into the room stfu

#also funny how he said we #I never brought mum into this and he just wants to act like I did #he’s so annoying #dija.txt #father tw

[generalmalfeasance]

HEY CAN SOMEONE TELL ME iF THIS THING MY DAD SAID IS WEIRD? PLEASE ?

a while ago he said that he thinks i look better without makeup , not as a father but as a man . And today he said he would like to see me in a dress.

Genuinely not sure if its my trauma around men acting up or he said something weird . Help

Tagged for potential tws

#father tw #daddy issues tw

[soulnottainted]

Father's Day Takeover

Since it's father's day and I'm not with my irl dad today, I figured I'd let the father figures, fathers, guardians, and grandfathers, to take over the blog today! They'll be open to answering questions all day! I have a whole collection of dads to talk with, so please be sure to specify who you're talking to!

#father tw #father's day tw

[acrosstimeandspace]

ok maybe i have daddy issues/j

#fae gushes #father mention #father tw #i’m reading this webtoon and the dad kinda had me 👀👀 #being raised fatherless now has me looking at some fictional men all softly. ie hector and this guy apparently

[paradoxesofgalaxies]

So S woke up with a bad migraine this morning and at one point we were trying to get a cord unstuck and he started helping but was getting frustrated bc of how stuck it was. And we got triggered and started fawning. But I was able to take a step back and recognize that we were triggered and assure the parts who were afraid that S isn't like our dad and that S having a migraine doesn't mean we're going to be hurt. And after breathing through it, they calmed down.

Then when he called out from work, rather than abandoning my routine to care for him like usual, I talked to him about my routine and how to still keep to my routine with him here and we were able to plan things out so he wouldn't be in the way of what I needed to do. Which definitely caused some panic inside amongst parts who fawn, but we were able to work through it and get moving with our routine.

There's a lot of guilt regarding being triggered by S having a migraine. But we were able to get through it to advocate for what we needed and things inside feel more settled now

#galactic gab #parts stuff #healing #father tw

[madeimpact]

Headcanon / meta: Lucas’s relationship with Flint.

Before losing Hinawa, Flint was never a bad dad. He was just as present as Hinawa was in raising the boys. He played with them, helped them when they were sad, told them he was proud of them — did all the things that a dad should do.

Of course, he wasn’t perfect; he was a human being, after all. Sometimes he came across as stern, sometimes he would lose control of his temper. But he was never, at his core, a bad person. Even when he and Hinawa argued, as parents do, there was never anything malicious or even outright abusive in the family. Lucas and Claus looked up to Flint.

It really wasn’t until the night of Hinawa’s death that things started to change. When Flint heard the news and lost his temper completely, physically lashing out at everyone around him — that was the first time Lucas saw something wrong.

In the immediate aftermath of Hinawa’s death, Flint was there when Lucas cried. He had to be. Lucas would even sleep in Flint’s bed when he had nightmares. But that was a man putting on a brave face for his child when he, too, was hurting. He was also trying to cope, but when Claus vanished, that was when things started to gradually change.

Even as Flint started spending more and more time visiting Hinawa and looking for Claus, he did still come home at night. He slept in the house and made sure Lucas was housed, clothed, and fed. Even if he spent a whole day out of the house — sometimes even a couple of days, searching high up in the mountains — he did eventually come home at night. But that’s the bare minimum for a child who’s also coping with the loss of his family, still trying to come to terms with everything.

In the three years following Hinawa’s death, Lucas took it upon himself to learn to cook, clean, feed the sheep when it was clear Flint would be out for a night. It wasn’t often that these skills became necessary, but it was better to know how to do them than not.

It was really Flint’s lack of emotional availability that took a toll on Lucas. At such a young age, it’s hard to fathom that your parents are human, and not perfect like you thought they were as a child. So as Lucas grew up, he always tried to rationalize why this man that was a role model for him was suddenly less present in his life. Dad’s also sad. He’s visiting Mom a lot because he loves her. He’s not giving up on Claus, and that’s a good thing, it means he loves Claus. He’s not a bad dad because he’s not actively mean.

But Lucas does harbor some negative emotions towards Flint that he’s in denial of. He suppresses them, mostly, but they rear their ugly heads every now and then. The most prominent instance of this is the incident on Tanetane Island, where Lucas had to literally stare the hurt and fear Flint caused in the face. What did you do to Hinawa? Daddy’s gonna beat you, boy. Of course, Lucas knew rationally that Flint had never hit him and wouldn’t. But these were deep, unconscious fears. They’re reflections of the worst of Flint that Lucas internalized. Flint dedicating his time to Claus. Flint beating the ground and lashing at the other adults around him when he learned Hinawa died.

Tanetane Island aside, usually these emotions simmer quietly, because Lucas doesn’t want to hate Flint. But sometimes they do come out. When Lucas said “bald as a bean” was a stupid way to describe Flint’s baldness, all the bottled up negativity burst out. He’s not a bitter person. He just had three years to harbor all of this bitterness, and learning about his brother was just the finger pulling the trigger that let it out.

Lucas ultimately wants things to be better between him and Flint, but there are a lot of things that he still needs to come to terms with about his feelings toward him. He needs to realize it’s okay to love but still be critical of his parents. It’s okay to hold onto the happy memories of Flint in his childhood while still acknowledging the hurt he feels now, in the present. He’s still struggling with this nuance. Maybe it’s his young mind learning that people are complicated — maybe he’s clinging onto the only family he has left.

#❛ headcanon: lucas. #father tw #fathers tw #father cw #fathers cw #neg's great hc migration

[awarmshrine]

[description in alt text]

I'm making memes to cope with the everything.

#my words matter #murder tw #ig??? #father tw

[knjooniemoonie]

i just had a phone conversation with my father and didn't cry??? unfathomable

#sam talks #father tw #dad talk #he's just.... Such a characterit #it truly hit me today after not talking to him for like a year and a half that if this was a TV show he would make an insane character