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#@ my mother
beanghostprincess · 3 months
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marilynmysweet · 4 months
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evankinard · 1 year
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9-1-1 as The Onion Headlines (Part 2) (Part 1)
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desertangels70s · 5 months
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angelshizuka · 11 days
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(Before I start I want to make it very clear Stolas and Octavia are literally my fave platonic relationship in this show and I want to see them work out their shit.)
I get Octavia's only 17 and that's still pretty young, but I feel like it's especially the people who put such a big emphasis on her age, are also the ones who keep ignoring how Stolas is only roughly double her age and became a father at roughly the age Octavia is right now.
If you make such a big deal out of Octavia "still being a child", then you should put that same energy into how Stolas was forced into the role of father (in an arranged marriage) at basically the same age. And if anything, for someone literally forced to be a parent while he had barely grown up himself, but who tried to make the best of it, he really did try his best with what he had.
Not perfect, but the next time someone acts like a parent needs to be perfect in order to be a good parent, or else they're automatically "abusive" and "toxic", I'm gonna scream.
I don't know how old some of y'all are, but as someone in her early 30s with her own daddy issues and is working through them by actually seeing my father as a human being first and parent second, I just find it so hard to take these kinda arguments against (fictional) parents serious.
And sure, I don't relate to Octavia going through her parents hating each other, because I was fortunate enough to grow up with happily married parents who are literally my reason for believing in true love. But I do have to witness my father falling in love with a new woman after my mother's passing a few years ago... so I do kinda get where Octavia's coming from.
Idek, this is a weird HB rant/personal vent blended into one post, but I just had to get some thoughts out.
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h0socaine · 5 months
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all of niohuru x's floorshows pre-finale.
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imdressinguplikeacrow · 3 months
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Guys this is so fucked up the hair the popped collar the FLANNEL THE MOUSTACHE THE GREY TEMPLES THE HAIR PULLED OVER ONE SHOULDER?????Im dead. What a fucking woman.
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kedreeva · 2 years
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I don't remember the first time my parents told me I could be anything I wanted when I grew up. I remember not believing it, or at least not believing it the way I knew they meant it. Thought they meant it.
"You can be anything you want when you grow up." It didn't mean anything. It meant you could be anything big. You could be an astronaut, or the president, or maybe a famous actor. You can be anything you don't think is possible to be today.
Maybe that's a good message, or it has a good message hidden in it somewhere, I don't know, because I hated it. I was frustrated by it.
"You could be anything." What is anything? I don't want to be something impossible. I don't want to be something big. I want to be me- does that count? Is that enough?
"You can be anything you want." I don't know what I want. I was 13 years old and I didn't know what I was, much less what I wanted. A fucking break maybe. A full night's sleep.
I don't remember the first time my parents told me I could be anything I wanted when I grew up. But... I do remember the first time I understood what my mother meant. I was 16 years old, at the peak of my frustration and drama as a teenager, and she had just told me "you can be whatever you want" for a profession. And I snapped, I broke, and I said: "what if I want to be a garbageman?"
And she just. looked at me. And I thought, you know, that's it then. She never meant anything. She meant anything she personally respects. She meant anything big. The glamorous sort of things people are supposed to aspire to, not the small, gentle, peaceful things. Not the things people take for granted. She meant the things you can be all the time - like a scientist, like a pilot, like a politician, the things you are even when you're not doing them. Not the things you can do, and then leave at the door and come home to be something else.
Except, instead of any of that, what she said next was this: "Will it make you happy?"
Fuck, I don't know. Maybe! But isn't that a better metric? I think so, I think it is. I know when I'm happy, I've been happy before, and it doesn't take a lot. It's not big or impossible, the odds are not against it. I know how to be happy.
I know it feels a lot like understanding my mother never wanted me to be anything, she just wanted me to be happy.
And you know what? I am.
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sunfyredefender77 · 4 months
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HELP WHY IS THERE LIKE FUCKING ZEROOO ALICENT X READER FANFICS?!
WRITERS WRITE.
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sebvettelsv5 · 3 months
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never will i ever forget that one time i was watching dead poets society and my parents walked in for probably the last twenty minutes and all my mum had to say was that neil and todd are gay
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disciplinethepainter · 3 months
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marilynmysweet · 2 months
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amngtheflowers · 4 months
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Happy Granblue Fantasy Relink official release day!!!! I drew Lilith to celebrate!!!
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honeymoonswan · 4 days
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theautisticjedi · 6 months
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Shes so silly I love her
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angelshizuka · 7 months
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"I'm okay now... as well as I can be, anyway."
I don't know who wrote this dialog, but you can tell they understand grief on a personal level. This is literally what I always tell people when they ask me how I'm doing. Because the truth is you're never truly okay when you're grieving, and it will never truly heal, but what's important is that you don't lose yourself in your grief.
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