this is sort of pathetic, but when you were younger, you were sort of puzzled by the cartoon representations of fathers: how a kid would be outside with a mitt, waiting to play catch.
it's not that your father never played catch with you, but you also didn't like when he did. something about a hard ball coming quickly towards your face doesn't seem exciting. not that you'd ever say you don't trust him. you trust him, right?
it's not like he never tried to teach you anything. or never tried to parent. on rare days, a strange person would walk in your father's skin. bright, happy, magnificent. this version of your father was so cheerful and charismatic that you would do anything to keep him. and this is the version of your father that would laugh and gently coax you try again. this is the version of your father that would break down the small elements of a problem and point them out so you have an easier time with them.
as a kid, those days happened more often. but somewhere around 11, you started being too much of a person, and he was often cross about it. when he'd try to sit you down to learn something, you spent the whole time with your shoulders around your ears, nervous, uncertain. terrified because you didn't immediately understand how to navigate something. worried you will run out of his goodwill and then you will have the Other Father back, and you will have ruined a good day for your entire family. something about you being visibly afraid - it just made him angry. he would accuse you of not wanting to learn and storm away.
on tv, it's not like there's a lot of versions of men-who-are-mostly-fathers. they can be good dads, but usually their stories are not told in the household. so it's normal that your father is there, but he's never around. you know he was in the house, somewhere, it's just not that you guys ever... "hung out". he just seemed to get kind of bored of you, annoyed you weren't made in his perfect image. frustrated with how much energy it took to raise a kid. over time, you kind of adopt a bittersweet band around your throat - he knows nothing about me. he says at least i never abandoned my family.
and it's technically - technically - true. he was there for you. sometimes he even made an effort and made it to the big moments; the graduations and the dance recitals. he grins and tells everyone that he taught you. it almost erases the days in between, where he complains because you need a ride to school. the weeks that go by where he doesn't actually ever speak to you. the times you say i am struggling and he says figure it out on your own. i can't help you.
and that's fine! that's all fine. you can call him if you are having a problem with your car. or if you need a ride to the hospital. he loves playing hero, he just doesn't like the actual work that comes with being a father. and you've kind of made your peace with that; because you had to, because you don't want to live your life like he does; the whole world at a managed distance, a little rotating and controlled orb he can witness and take credit for but never truly love.
as an adult, you are rewatching some dumb cartoon - and again, the child standing in the rain, with a mitt, waiting for their father to come play catch. as an adult, there's this strange creeping dread - this little thing? this little thing, and their dad can't even show up for that? oh god, holyshit, it's not about the mitt, is it. oh god, holyshit, your father spent most of your life leaving you hanging.
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really though if thats an actual thing could we please respect writers a little bit more. this shit takes time and effort to do lol. Hell if you do it because youre not confident with your own writing id say start using like personal botmaking for practice. its actually pretty ok.
i do actually consent to my stuff being but ive seen a few tweets of people complaining about having their work stolen. yknow sometimes even your 1k word pwp shot can take like 4 hours to make. a lot of thought goes into writing even stuff that might look silly. and it can be pretty mentally and physically taxing Especially if youre writing regularly.
most writers do it all for fun yeah, im not saying its torture to stand in front of the computer and type about your favorite guys but like, you Can see the amount of people who get burned out after getting involved with fandom stuff. so yknow. respect and acknowledgment of your effort Is very nice. even an ao3 comment with a keysmash goes a long way. this turned into more of a ramble than it was supposed to be but you get what i mean. if you want to keep reading be respectful to the ones writing stuff for you.
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The githyanki are the absolute worst. I don't know why, but every time I end up fighting them it's ten times worse than any other fight I have.
Just... they're so mobile. They can heal. They immediately and enthusiastically go after the weakest members of the party. They attack far too many times.
I'm on Explorer mode and all the other encounters mostly live up to that. But the bloody githyanki. Every damn time.
Although I have them to thank for hearing the 'Gale! No!' line from my Tav... multiple times. Man was practically a yo-yo in that fight.
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Experiencing my own mizumono level betrayal rn (smoking the last of my weed despite knowing ill regret it in like three days when i want more)
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Anyone else boop first and then reads the post after it? It feels so weird to do the silly little thing just to find out that the post was about the Flour Massacre or something like that.
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I am beyond hyped to see Barriss Offee again but it seems wrong to see her without her headscarf on. Was it her choice to remove it? Did the empire make her? I won't feel comfortable until I know!
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so much respect for the adhd people who don't take medication because they feel like it makes them not feel like them or dulls their sparkle or w/e but i can't relate at AAAALLLL. i can't do anything without my meds, i struggle so much with motivation and for me the best thing the meds do is just getting me started doing what i need to do. they streamline my thoughts it's like my brain is the ocean in finding nemo and there's clownfish and jellyfish and dory and schools of salmon and sharks and boats and they're all talking over each other all at the same time and not getting anywhere and then the meds are the east australian current that puts them on a simple path to where they need to go. it's so good.
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