#he's trying ok

[honeysulani]

they get along I swear

see?

#sometimes Astarion just can't with Oak's chaotic ass lol #he's trying ok #but Oak just magically attracts chaos...sometimes #bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate 3 tav #baldurs gate #*oak

[dany-is-bored]

I'll never understand how people seriously hate Mike Wheeler. I get that he hurt Will and El, but that doesn't make him a bad person, nor a bad friend. He's a teenager trying to navigate his adolescence in the middle of a conservative town in the 80's while dealing with the end of the fucking world. Besides, it's clear that he's trying to apologise, to be a better friend and boyfriend, even if his feelings for both Will and El are confusing and scary to him.

Not to say it, but his trauma is so overlooked. Will's "death", and posterior possession took a toll on him. The utter fear of Will vanishing again, him getting hurt, him dying for real this time. He lost Will so many times in so many ways in a short period of time, it's not a surprise he trauma-bonded with him.

And don't get me started with his obvious family/daddy issues. His father being emotionally absent and totally disinterested in his life and hobbies, his mother having enough with his baby sister and Nancy (and yes, I know Karen worries for him, but there's a wall between her, his feelings and him, and he doesn't allow himself to open up to anybody but Will), the passive aggressive environment he grew up, never allowing him to learn how to cope with his feelings in a healthy way, AND on top of that, struggling with bullying at school for being a nerd.

Him becoming an angsty, insecure and defensive teenager who's afraid of not being enough for his girlfriend, his family and his friends it's the result of his childhood, the supernatural trauma, the death trauma and the family trauma, with Will being his only safe place (which definitely didn't help to clarify if his feelings for him were merely platonic or not). So, when the Byers moved to California, his only way to deal with it was locking himself in his room and the basement, places where Will's drawings and memories became a haven for him.

Mike is an amazing example of how emotional neglect and its resulting trauma response can look like, and I don't see anyone talking about it.

#byler #mike wheeler #sorry this is just a rant #I just can't stand when people talk about him like he's some sort of manipulative bastard #being a mike wheeler kinnie is not funny #yes I'm projecting myself a little so what #wish I could hug him #people need to open their eyes and see how beautifully complex and layered his character is #he's not an asshole he's just a bit oblivious #he's trying ok

[zinabitchh]

A very short piece about that one scene in the earlier seasons where Bob had to help one of the pesto twins blow his nose:

Jimmy Pesto rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. There was no denying that, he had a strong and controversial personality with equally strong and controversial opinions. The fact that Trev stayed around despite his attitude was honestly a miracle.

One of the things that was a sore spot for a lot of people was the way he treated his children. See, in public settings where people could observe and speculate, Jimmy didn't do so well. He didn't know why, didn't understand why having watchers and observers made him sweat and say the wrong things. He often lay awake at night reliving the moment he told his boys it was their last chance to win his love; he felt embarrassed as he thought of it, and he had no clue why he ever said that to them. It wasn't true, was never true, he loved his boys honestly and wholeheartedly. These nights, he often tossed and turned, the pillow covering his face to hide from the shame. He had apologized for it afterwards, in the safety of their apartment. And of course, his boys, his sweet and forgiving boys just giggled and said, "it's okay daddy, we know you didn't mean it!" Before they went back to whatever strange made up game they were playing.

The truth of it all was that he spoiled his boys, would do anything for them. All three of them had his whole heart wrapped up in their little chests, and all three of them filled him with love and pride.

So, when Bob made fun of him one day for still holding the tissue for Andy and Ollie to blow their noses, well, it made him unreasonably upset. He had gone to his room that night stewing and thinking, grumbling and cursing the other man under his breath. He wondered if Bob wasn't right, for a fleeting moment, wondered if the twins were getting too old for this coddling.

He thought of Junior, how grown he was. How he had been recently pulling away from Jimmy, the older he was getting. He thought of his attitude, his constant defiance, and he wondered if Andy and Ollie would be that way soon. He ached for the days when Junior was small, toddling around on his chubby legs, holding furniture for support. He thought about how every time he had gotten sick as a child, his wife had needed to run the restaurant for the day because Junior refused his medicine and naps without his dad. Jimmy wished he hadn't taken those days for granted the way he did, he had often thought of those times as inconvenient and sort of annoying. But now, he wanted his tiny baby back, the one who had to sit on his lap to take his antibiotics, the one who needed to be cradled in Jimmy's arms in order to fall asleep. He might not be able to have that with Junior anymore, and barely at all with Andy and Ollie, but he would take what he could get.

So, yeah, if the twins wanted someone to hold the tissues so they could blow their noses, he would hold it. Maybe he would have to talk to them about asking other adults to do it, though.

#bob's burgers #bobs burgers #jimmy pesto #bob belcher #jimmy pesto jr #he's trying ok #jimmy pesto is a dad #not a great one

[hanthatsnotamoonsolooncesaid]

Luke: dad! Can you close the closet door? I think I've seen a monster...

Anakin: what makes you think monsters can't open doors?

Luke:

Leia in the other bed:

#incorrect star wars #leia organa #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #he's trying ok #not simply to be a father #padme is going to kill him #but she's at a senators dinner #uncle obi wan will have two traumatized kids in his bed #cody will sleep on the sofa #anakin is grounded

[wicked-jade]

@allvalley100 Here’s my fill for the Maps prompt. Johnny and Robby, gen.

“C’mon, dad! This way!”

Johnny sighed as he looked between Robby’s eager little face and the crumpled zoo map in his hand. He squinted down at it, trying to find the right path, but he couldn’t concentrate, an unrelenting headache pounding just behind his eyes.

“You sure you don’t want to see the gorillas first? Or the tigers?”

“No, I wanna see the snakes!”

A wave of nausea washed over him that had nothing to do with his hangover.

But at least the reptile house would be cool and dark. Johnny took Robby’s little hand, letting him lead the way.

#allvalley100 #one of johnny's rare attempts at being a good dad #he's trying ok #johnny lawrence #robby keene #cobra kai #my writing #drabbles are like gremlins

[greenapplebling]

Hayan: You owe me years of trauma

Yohan:... yeah

Hayan: So you have to be a cool brother to me now

Hayan: And do you know what a cool brother does?

Yohan:... Get on a private plane with you and jump off of it to pretend we're flying? *Lame attempt at finger guns*

Hayan:

Hayan, under her breath: omg, he is the cool brother

#more incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #webtoon #unholy blood #white blood #hayan park #yohan seo #inspired from the owl house #he's trying ok

[sketci]

Kai woke up the next day to a throbbing and sore jaw 🥲

Can you find where I lost motivation???

#lego ninjago #my art lol #ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #werewolf kai #kai ninjago #kai smith #Ninjago firewolf au #he's trying ok

[cheesecake-beech]

9kay but in the pics from the movie, maybe it's just cause they're all kinda crammed into the cage, but it almost looks like Sven is blocking/protecting the others from Belle

HE'S A GOOD BOI HE'D DO THAT 🥺🥺🥺

hE'S TRYING TO PROTECC HIS HOMIES

#😭😭😭😭😭😭 IL HIM SM AUSFDYASDHFGGAG #HE'S TRYING OK #EVEN THO HE LOOKS SO SCARED #my boi #i love him sm #cheesecake talks #ask box #svengeance

[keepfight1n]

@imcune asked: ❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜

ㅤ─── and that was exactly why he wanted to just turn around. how many close calls had they had? she was the reason he was still standing here. as soon as they got to that hospital [ . . . ] all bets were off. they shared the same fear, all while knowing that there was a way to avoid it. but she wanted to finish it. she needed all of this to matter. so, he swallows his own fear & chooses to comfort, not persuade. " you've got me, kiddo. i'm not goin' anywhere. " he speaks softly, biting back pleas to abandon it all. " only thing you need to be afraid of is hospital food. might be better than whatever we've got, though. " joel offers a smile, though it doesn't reach his eyes.

#imcune #* answered. #he's trying ok

[maedaeme]

(announcer voice) i am being so normal about him

functional goblin of a man. not always a great person. trying to be a better person, tho. 

insists he is not a pirate. he is just a career criminal they hire to forge shit and sometimes impersonate a noble. they all consider him an official part of the crew despite this. 

he argues about this. a lot.

doesn’t stop him from taking his payment in stolen goods tho

insists he hates travelling. hates staying in one place more.

has Several girlfriends 

shockingly dependable in a crisis

ex-(functionally)-accountant. it’s a long story. 

faked his own death before starting his life of crime. realized this was a dick move a good while later and came back like ‘hey it’s me sorry’ to which his (now ex) husband was like FUCK YOU???

they’re cordial with each other these days, if only because they both had their own shit to sort out. but it was a rough go for a while

trying to clean up several messes his younger self left behind in an attempt to be responsible, but it’s a pain when one version of you is legally dead and the other is wanted across half the country

what can ya do. 

#oc tag #there's nuance here but i've been thinking about it all day lmao #terrible man in his found pirate family #bc u know i am weak for character growth lmao #he's trying ok #m sketch tag

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[andy-dandy]

love seeing the beginnings of perseus "pay your fucking child support" jackson's crusade against the gods' parental negligence problem in ep 1 & 2 of the pjo show. the absolute KING of "my daddy gave me issues so HE'S about to HAVE issues"

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson tv show #pjo series #i love his faceoff against mr d #'the FATE of the WORLD is at stake!' #'ok AND?' #percy is TRYING to refuse the call but the call KNOWS WHERE HE LIVES (and kidnapped his mom) #'i'm the son of SALLY JACKSON' what an icon

[floweypilled]

the many forms of Boy

#i dont really like this #its ok my hyperdeath azzy is cute hes the highlight here #the weird blobs everywhere was me trying to fix the values but Eh #undertale #asriel #flowey #my art

[zinabitchh]

A piece about parenting:

Jimmy grumbled under his breath, leaned over and rested his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands. He was so frustrated, felt that things could never go right. His fingers pressed at the wrinkles in his brow, he had read somewhere that doing this would lessen his stress. How wrong that was, he thought, nothing could lessen this stress. He relived the events in his mind, wondered what he could have done better.

He had had a fight with his oldest son that evening, over whether he would be able to attend dance classes or speech therapy. His son had voiced that he wanted to dance, that it was his passion, and he didn't care about his speech and lisp issues. Jimmy had told him that he really thought that the speech therapy was for the best, and they can't really afford to do both right now. He promised he could do dance the next year, but his son had yelled his hatred for him, and stormed off to his room. The slamming door had resonated through the apartment, hell, Trev could probably hear the echoes from where he was stationed behind the bar downstairs.

Jimmy folded his hands in front of his face, his knuckles grazing his nose and brow. He thought of his own father, and how he had handled things. His father was a very angry man, didn't handle his emotions appropriately. He was cold, unforgiving, and Jimmy could never impress him. Even to this day, with his somewhat successful business, his three kids, his life, his father still stared down at him from over his hooked nose. Jimmy had always sworn to be better than he was; had sworn to treat his boys with more love. He didnt know how, though. He thought he was doing alright, thought that his kids might turn out differently than him. Sure, his small twin sons were strange, but they gave him kisses before bed time, and wouldn't go to school in the morning without hugs. Jimmy wasn't a very affectionate person, but for his boys, he would do his best to accept it.

Jimmy Jr., on the other hand, was a whole different ballgame. Jimmy saw himself in that boy more and more as he grew, and in more ways than just the shared name. When Jimmy Sr. was young, he also had a lisp. He couldn't control it, and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't form the words correctly. It was frustrating, humiliating, and hurtful. The other kids at school would make fun of him, point fingers, laugh. They imitated him, and he got so insecure to the point where he even developed a stutter. But no matter how much he begged, cried, whined, his father refused to let him get speech therapy.

"Just do it right, don't cry about it! It's not that hard, just try!" He would yell, over and over again, as Jimmy desperately tried to say the words. But he couldn't. His tongue wouldn't listen to him, he struggled and fought, and nothing would work. His father thought men shouldn't need any type of therapy.

So, when he saw his own son, so sweet and innocent, developing the same issues, well. He thought he needed to act, needed to help him in the way his own father refused. The only reason Jimmy Sr. could speak so clearly now was because when he finally turned eighteen, he sought his own help, free from his father's restrictions.

He didn't want Jimmy Jr. to struggle the way he had. He didn't want him to face the same humiliation and sadness. He thought maybe his son had been bullied too, withdrew from him because of it. He was now exploring the possibility that the reason his son had withdrawn was because of him, and not the kids at school.

He looked up, straightened his fingers, gripped the edge of the bed he was perched on. He looked at himself in the mirror attached to his dresser, that sat in front of him. It turns out, his hormonal teenaged son wasn't the only one who would run to the bedroom to hide from the world.

On the dresser, there were photographs of his kids. A few had his ex wife in them. He looked at the pictures of his boys, and his heart filled with love. He wondered if his dad ever felt this love when looking at him.

He would be lying if he said Jimmy Jr. didn't look like him. The poor kid inherited his cleft chin, his eye color, his cheekbones. He got his mother's ginger hair, the only thing that really differentiated him from Jimmy Sr., when he was young. Andy and Ollie, full of sweet innocence from the moment they were born, were in several of the photographs. One of his favorites was one where a small Jimmy Jr. sat holding each of his toddler brothers, one on each side. All three of them had huge grins, all smiling at their mother and father, who were on the other side of the camera.

Jimmy sighed. He thought about when this whole "being a good dad" thing was easier, when his boys were just babies, ever so easy to please. He thought about his teenager back when he was a small bundle in his arms, red hair flaming from the top of the blanket swaddle. Thought about the first time he ever held him, when his wife at the time had said she wanted to name him after his father. Jimmy hadn't wanted that, didn't want everyone ever to think he was a pompous asshole. His wife had smiled, looked at him from under her sweaty bangs. Her face was sweaty, her hair a mess, but he thought she was the most beautiful woman on the planet at that moment. She had just given him their baby. Their sweet and beautiful boy, who had hair just like hers. And, well, if she batted her blonde eyelashes at him and he nearly got jello knees, that was nobody's business but his own. He wanted her to be happy, wanted her to be whole and full. So they named their baby after him.

He looked at her smile in the photos. Their divorce hadn't been a mutual decision. She needed more, needed a life that wasn't consumed by business, wasn't devoted to keeping a place afloat. The restaurant was his dream, not hers, and she couldn't stand the heat.

So she got out of the kitchen. For good.

He was startled from his thoughts as his phone started to ring suddenly. He knew this would happen, he and Pepper would fight, and within half an hour his ex would call to assess the damage. He heaved a sigh and stretched to grab his phone from where it laid on the bed behind him.

"Hello?" He grumbled out.

"Hey." Her curt response. She knew he would tell her, and he knew she wouldn't criticize him.

He took a deep breath. "It didn't go as well as I had hoped." He admitted softly.

"I heard," she said. "What happened?"

Her voice was calm, soothing. He wished he could have given her the world.

"He, uh, he said he hates me and he wishes that I'm not his dad."

She chuckled sadly on the other end.

"You know he didn't mean that."

"But do I?" He said, his left hand coming up to press his creased brow again. "Because it felt real, it feels like he meant it."

"Jimmy. He's a teenager. You told him he can't do something he wants to do. This happens, sometimes."

"It never happens to you," he murmured.

She laughed this time. "Thats because I never give the bad news!"

He smiled, rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, why is that, by the way? Leaving me to do the dirty work?" He joked back. This was his first smile this evening.

Her giggle rang through the speaker. "Because I never have anything bad to tell them."

He felt better, laughing, joking with her. Felt like this fight wasn't the end of the world.

"Jimmy." She said.

"Yeah?" He whispered.

"Go talk to him." He knew she would say that. He breathed a deep breath, blew it out.

"Okay." He breathed out. He couldn't help but feel nervous.

"It'll be okay." She reassured him. "Its not over until its okay." He thought she sounded way too sure of herself. She's lucky they had no daughters, he thought.

They hung up after some slow goodbyes, and he tossed his phone back onto the bed. He didn't want to admit to his son that he had been bullied, didn't want to make his son think that he was a weak child. But, he realized, the only way to get Jimmy Jr. to understand why he was pushing this is to tell him the truth. So, that's what he was going to do.

He took a few deep breaths, steadied his shaking hands. Looked in the mirror. He went as far as to point at his reflection threateningly, mentally scolding himself for not talking about this sooner, but also trying to give himself a pep talk before he went and confronted his son.

He could hear the music coming from Pepper's room before he even entered the hallway. He had long put Andy and Ollie to bed, relishing in their Goodnight kisses and whispered 'I love yous'. The bass from whatever Jimmy Jr. was listening to was resonating through the walls, and he took another deep breath. He held it for two seconds, breathed it out for four seconds. Wiped his sweaty palms on his sweat pants and made a fist to lightly knock on the bedroom door. He knew his son would be dancing his heart out on the other side of the door, and while he wasn't a dancer, he was a cook, and he remembered his own father trying to stamp out that passion in himself. That wasn't what he was trying to do here, he just wanted the best for his sweet Pepper.

His knuckles made contact with the door a couple of times, and there wasn't a response. The music continued, and Jimmy knew that his son didn't hear him. Should he knock louder? Just open the door? Ah jeez, where was his boys' mother when he needed her?

He bit his lip, thinking for a few seconds, and just as he was gripping the door handle to open it, the music suddenly stopped. He didn't think that it stopped because he knocked, it was too late for that, but his son had stopped it on his own.

He knocked again, lightly as the first time, but this time got the immediate response, "Go away, dad!" His son's cracking puberty stricken voice sounded muffled through the door.

He opened the door slowly anyways, not sure what he was going to see when he opened it. When he poked his head into the room, he made eye contact with his son, who was perched on the edge of his own bed, looking slightly sweaty and defeated. He had definitely been dancing moments before.

"Hey, Pepper. I just want to talk to you."

"Why would I want to hear it?" His son crossed his arms, looking away.

"Because I think it might explain some things for you."

His son didn't say anything, just avoided eye contact. Jimmy took that as an invitation to fully enter the room, and he sat down on the desk chair across from the bed. He took a deep breath, again, and rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants. He tried to look at his son, but Junior refused to look at him. He slowly, softly, started talking.

"Son, you ever notice how I don't like to take you kids to visit your grandfather?"

Junior hesitated. "Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, when I was a boy, about your age, I also had a speech impediment. Exactly like yours, actually."

"The other kids, well, they were- they were mean. And it made me feel awful. I wanted to go to speech therapy so they would stop making fun of me." He admitted each word carefully; the last thing he wanted was to further upset his son. He hadn't looked back at him, he could see Pepper processing what he was being told, could almost hear the gears spinning in his head.

"When I asked my Pa, he uh-" he cleared his throat. "He didn't take too kindly to the thought of me going to any kind of therapy." He rested his clenched fists on his thighs, unclenched them, stared at his palms.

"I asked- well, begged I guess, over and over again. But he wouldn't- he wouldn't listen. And I always thought I'd be better than him, but, I, uh, I guess I didn't listen to you either."

He took a chance to glance at Junior. He was staring at him, eyes full of awe, maybe a bit of pity, but mostly they were understanding. Jimmy nervously chewed his lip, his hands coming together to fidget in front of him.

"I guess, what I'm trying to say, is- it's that I'm sorry for not listening to you and what you want, and while your mother and I agree that speech therapy is a good idea, if you don't want to do it, that's okay. We'll get you your dance classes. And we'll be at every recital to cheer you on, because we both love you and we want you to be happy." He said this final part with a tone of finality. Because no matter what, he and his ex wife did love their sons, and they supported them always.

After a moment, Jimmy set his hands on his knees to push himself up. He was going to go back to his room, brush his teeth, get ready for bed. It didn't seem like Pepper wanted to talk, seemed like he didn't have anything to say. But just as he reached the standing position, his knees cracking as he stood, he was almost knocked over by the force of his teenage son. Junior had stood and pretty much leapt at him, wrapping his scrawny arms around his father's middle. Jimmy was surprised, but welcomed it, wrapped his arms around his son and maybe pressed a small kiss to his hair.

"I love you too, dad."

And Jimmy's heart swelled with love.

#jimmy pesto #bob's burgers #bobs burgers #jimmy pesto jr #jimmy pesto is a dad #not a great one #he's trying ok #mentions of bullying #mentions of negative parenting

[kopawz]

mario has to be informed on who chris pratt is, and is disappointed

#mario #super mario #like mario would try and be nice like *ohhhh i bet he is just starting out! we all start out that'sa ok!* #and luigi tells him that *mario. he has just been like this for two decades along with being a terrible person* #and mario does the game over sound effect and loses a life

[the-casbah-way]

Top 5 times Octavius was genuinely nice not out of pity in his adulthood GO NAME THEM NOW

LISTEN. he's nice to al and ahk and it's not out of pity. don't get me wrong he's still a grumpy bastard with them too like he is with everyone else, but he's like. surprisingly lovely with them when he wants to be. we just don't really get to see that fully in the fic because it's mostly about octavius and jed. but yeah no he usually can't force himself to be nice to someone until they've unknowingly pushed him to the point where he feels consumed by guilt or pity. he's just emotionally constipated like that <3

#HE'S TRYING OK #he's just a bit of an arse sometimes !!!!! he'll get there eventually