#TW father mention

[wilwheaton]

if you know this secret handshake some of us use today, i see you and i’m so sorry.

I don't celebrate Father's Day (or any other Hallmark holiday) for reasons that will not surprise you if you know anything about my life.

But I do celebrate all the other children of fuckers and pieces of shit who survived like I did, who broke the cycle of generational trauma like I and my sister did, whose mothers forced them to praise and worship their abuser "because it's father's day" like mine did, who fucking hate the endless reminders to celebrate the dad we never had (in my case, because he chose not to be a dad to me like he chose to be a dad for my brother. I guess being a bully was more satisfying to him).

I see you, friends. I see you, and I know you see me, and I am both grateful and sad. We know this secret handshake we wish we didn't know. We know a very specific kind of loss that only we know, a type of lingering pain that never really goes away entirely, that can only be reduced to part of the background noise, but can crank itself up to 11 without warning.

I just want you all to know that I see you, and I love you. I know how tough it is, how much it hurts.

I want to specifically make meaningful eye contact with all of my fellow survivors who are also dads, who show up for our kids in spite of the pain and loss. It's such a challenge, and it means so much. We broke the cycle and that is massive. I'm so proud of us.

#tw abuse #tw father mention #fathers day #parenting

[andilostyou]

"ESOEMOEHOED", Leanna Firestone

"Saturn Devouring His Son", Francisco Goya

"I Forgive You", myself

"Euphoria: Nate's Nightmare Revealed His Fear of His Father", cbr.com

House on the Mango Street, by Sandra Cisneros

Cut, by Catherine Lacey

"Kyoto", by Phoebe Bridgers

#daisy shares #parallels #web weaving #literature #poetry #dad angst #fathers #daddy issues #tw father mention #poem #poems #classic literature #art #saturn devouring his son #francisco goya #leanna firestone #theodore roethke #personal poetry #euphoria #sandra cisneros #franz kafka #catherine lacey #phoebe bridgers

[transpoettryinghisbest]

This is about Sebastian if that wasn't clear

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #sebastian debeste #aai2 #ace attorney investigations 2 #miles edgeworth investigations #mine:edits #ace attorney memes #tw father mention #raymond shields #ray shields

[its-blip-on-the-radar]

Image ID in Alt

YOU ARE A FRACTION OF THE MAN YOU WANT TO BE. NO WONDER YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR FATHER.

#blip is on your radar #blip vents #ftm trans #ftm art #vent art #tw internalized transphobia #tw father mention #trans art #trans #trans ftm #transgender #ftm #transmasc #trans man #trans male #digital art #art #artist #digital artist #transmaculine

[jvnejv]

since we're on the topic of fathers, here's a short list of my father figures

philza minecraft

hank anderson (dbh)

engineer tf2 (but only sometimes)

medic tf2 (only sometimes)

that dad on tiktok/reels that gives tips on how to parent saying "do better!"

pathetic i know cry about it

for anyone who's also got father figures, I love you. you dont deserve this. its absolutely not your fault you have a shit "father".

#tw father mention #vent #I think? #og posts

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

Still absolutely tripping balls rn bc my dad took me and my brothers to dinner last night and I told him I was trans and a guy and he was incredibly supportive and normal about it. Like, questions, but seemingly genuine, not accusatory at all.

I spent more time with him today so we could talk abt it a bit more and I could answer some questions. Idk I think he may actually rlly be making an effort to change and grow as a person and it’s rlly showing..

It’s rlly nice but it’s pretty unnerving too bc I’m so used to him being such a shitass person like he was when I cut off most contact with him like. Idk 4-5 years ago? But it’s rlly nice and I rlly hope maybe I can actually have a good relationship with my father for realsies now :))))

#tw father mention #idk if anyone needs this tagged any other way so lemme know

[foreshvdowing]

not pedro pascal being the painful reminder that i don’t have a father on this sunday night

#pedro pascal #tlou #the last of us #the last of us show #trauma #father #fatherless #deadbeat dad club #deadbeat dad #dad #father stuff lol #tw father mention

[bpdshan]

when i was 9 or 10 my dad gave me a serious talk when nobody else was around abt how he couldn’t have a fat kid, said that i could not be part of the family if i kept comfort eating and implied he was ashamed to be my father. and then flash forward to me and him in the doctors office, getting an underweight bmi result after i cried abt how big i thought i was and the doctor laid me down and felt my body under my clothes, while my dad uncomfortably sat in the room, for the doctor to assure me i was definitely slim and needed to gain weight if anything, but i still couldn’t believe them and fell into an ED throughout my teenage years and beyond and i know he’ll never apologise for anything but at the very least i hope the damage he caused fucking haunts him.

#tw fatphobia #tw father mention #trauma dump #disordered eating #tw ed #tw ed recovery

[selfshippingoddities]

Happy Father’s Day to those who celebrate! Whether you’re celebrating as a father, or with your father/parental/platonic f/o(s), happy Father’s Day!

And, to those who don’t celebrate, happy June 18th! May your s/i always leave a look that could kill!

❌ proship/comship DNI ❌

#tw father mention #tw family #self ship #self shipping #self shipper #self shipping community #f/o #selfship #selfshipping #selfshipping community #self ship community #parental f/o

[aquar-io]

#196 #rule #r196 #tw father mention #tw dad mention #tw beating

[homoashell]

When I get overstimulated and then get angry and start crying and have to either hit myself or ruin something so throw my favorite figure that I made and was super proud of and suddenly I'm my dad the destroyer and I regret it and hate myself

#starr's thoughts #Tw sh mention #tw father mention

[pyramidofmice]

Gary probably loved winter. Like, Christmas, then New Years, then his birthday on January 3rd??? This boy has parties lined up back to back.

On a sadder note: I can’t help but think about how Wright & Pegg said in the commentary that Gary had an absent father. I can imagine that, sometimes, this might have led Gary to feel let down/left out on Christmas--especially if all of his friends were busy with their families.

However, I like to think that, if Gary ever felt bad on Christmas (and/or drank too much and got in trouble on New Years), he had his birthday with his friends around the corner to cheer him up :)

#I bring you blorbo thoughts on this Christmas Eve #the world's end #the world's end headcanons #blood and ice cream #cornetto trilogy #the cornetto trilogy #the worlds end #gary king #gary twe #twe #tw alcohol #tw alcohol mention #tw dad mention #tw father mention #christmas #sorry for the oscillation between happy and depressing in this post #unfortunately that is just my energy #pyra speaks

[transpoettryinghisbest]

“Father was killed here.”

I touch his desk. I can still feel the same grooves and bumps in the wood that have always been there. The whole apartment is exactly the same as it was the last time I was here, nothing has moved an inch. Except for one piece missing. Something that I'm never going to get back. It happened so fast. I still remember his voice thanking me for the coffee, answering questions for that scary reporter. Then a thud. And he was gone. Just like that. In our own home. The same place I've been my whole life, the same four walls I've become so familiar with.

“It was supposed to be safe here,” I whisper.

“I'm sorry, Vera,” Trucy says.

I instinctively bring my thumb to my mouth and find the edge of my thumbnail with my teeth. I bite. And I remember the strange aniseedy taste. I remember ignoring it because I just needed some kind of comfort. Everyone was asking me questions, things I didn't want to think about, things that scared me. My head started to hurt. I thought it was just the stress, but my stomach started hurting too. I was sweating, the room was spinning around me. The room's spinning around me now. I think I'm going to faint. I make a whimper sound.

“Vera? Are you okay?” It's Apollo.

I want to tell him I'm not. But I can't speak, my voice has shut off again. I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Here, sit down,” he says. “Just…just get your breath back, okay?”

“You'll be alright, Vera,” Trucy adds.

He leads me into Father's chair. I'm not strong enough to object so I take a seat. I think I'm shaking. Like I did on the stand. When everything started crashing down, when I started to wonder if maybe I was at fault. It’s my fault. Or maybe that's just what they think. Why do they hate me? Why do they think I did it? The paintings. I know what I did was wrong but I didn't mean to hurt anyone. The paintings are still here. They're always going to be here unless I remove them. Everything reminds me of him, of that trial. I can't escape it. I can't escape what I did.

“Apollo, she's completely shut down,” Trucy says.

I can hear them but I can't talk back. I feel locked inside myself. Like I was locked inside this house. Not physically, but still I was unable to leave. I was trapped. I wanted to be trapped. I was scared that someone could hurt me. And someone did hurt me. I nearly died. I don't know how to deal with that fact.

“Vera, can you let us know you're okay?” Apollo says.

I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not okay.

I place my hands on Father's desk. It grounds me a little.

“Father doesn't like me sitting at his desk,” I say, eventually. It’s the only thing I can make myself say and I know they want me to say something.

“I'm sure he wouldn't mind,” Trucy replies. “Just this once.”

“Things won't ever be the same again.”

“Vera, can you hear me?” Apollo crouches so he’s in my line of sight. “Have you thought about talking to someone? Like a therapist?”

I go to tell him that I can’t. That I’m still scared despite everything. That I don’t know who I can trust but that I don’t want to live like this anymore.

I wish I could tell people what it’s like to not be able to speak sometimes. No one really seems to understand. Even Father would live in hope that one day I’d become a normal child. He died unfulfilled.

He died poor and unknown.

He’s dead.

I wish he was here now. He wouldn't know the right thing to say or do, but he'd be there. He'd be familiar. He'd be some kind of comfort. Apollo and Trucy are really trying for me, they don't have to do this. But I still feel so alone, even with them right here. I want my father back.

I start crying.

Apollo looks concerned. “Um…do you have tissues anywhere? Or do you want some water? Or something?”

I can’t even nod or shake my head. I’m completely trapped inside myself. It feels nice to cry. I don’t think I have in a while. It feels like such a strong release. But at the same time, I really don’t want to be watched and talked to when I can’t say or do anything but sit here and cry. I don’t want to be here. I want things to just go back to normal. But things were never normal. We weren’t a normal family. I’m not normal. I hate that I am this way and that I probably always will be because I’m too scared to get help.

“My daddy died too,” Trucy says. “He went missing for a while. And I always thought he was coming back for me. But I always wondered if maybe he was gone for good. Now I know he is. He always taught me to put on a brave face and not cry, especially not in front of others. But I think that was because he was scared. Scared of feelings. Mine and his. And other people’s. Sometimes it is easier to just not feel anything. But…sometimes you can’t be strong. And I think that’s okay.”

Trucy is fascinating. And not just in her magic tricks. She's so bold. She's smaller than me, but she's not afraid to stand tall, look people in the eye or speak her mind at any time. She's lost so much, but she's still so strong.

I want to tell her what I feel and what I'm going through. I want to tell her everything. But my voice is still cut off somewhat. I wonder if other people get that sometimes. Or if I'm just doomed to always be different.

“It's so hard,” I manage to say.

“Yeah, it will be,” Apollo says. “But you're going to be okay.”

“I don't know…why I'm still alive. Do you think it means something?”

“Huh?”

“I could have easily passed away. But something kept me going. I wish I knew what it was.”

“Maybe it was you?” Trucy said. “You wanted to keep living. So you did.”

I can't remember much of what happened to me when I was poisoned. I remember the moment, but after that…everything goes fuzzy in my mind. I wonder if I did have some kind of epiphany about the meaning of life and how to fight to survive through the odds. The doctors called me a miracle for surviving something that no one had survived before. Maybe there was no meaning to it at all. But maybe there was.

All I know now is that I'm alive. And I have to decide what to do with the rest of my life. It's scary. But it gives me another kind of sensation too. A feeling of hope.

#Fun fact about me is I used to be a selective mute #So Vera really hits home for me #I feel like she has a really loud mind but she can't express everything she's thinking and that's why she shuts down #selective mutism #selective mute #non verbal #tw poisoning #tw death mention #tw father mention #ace attorney #fanfiction #ace attorney fanfiction #vera misham #apollo justice #trucy wright

[beenovel]

Idk where to talk about this. I haven't seen my maternal grandfather in probably 7 years. In that time he filed a police report against my mother, we cut contact, he developed Parkinson's and was no longer able to care for himself and we discovered that despite his threats he never actually named anyone but my mother as executor of his estate.

This left my mother with a father who no longer knew who or where he was and a massive load of shit to work through from the other side of the country. Luckily she did not end up being responsible for the massive amount of debt he'd acquired from years of getting credit cards from banks, overdrawing them, and then going on to repeat the process at a good dozen banks (and that was just in five years of records).

By now myself and the rest of my family are just waiting for him to die so we can all breathe a sigh of relief at the end of several generations of mental, emotional, religious, and physical abuse at this man's hands. My grandma (who left him in 2005 and finally divorced him in 2012) is probably planning on dancing in the streets. IRL I do not call him grandpa when discussing him, I use his name. I cannot bring myself to admit relation to the man who destroyed the life of possibly everyone he ever met.

But right now my mom has flown out to finish dealing with his belongings. And she went to say goodbye. She sent me pictures and they brought me to tears. He looks so small. His hands are fragile and you can see through the skin. The calluses on his knuckles from decades of manual labor are gone. I wanted him gone, this is so much worse. Why does it hurt so much? I hate him. I hate him. And I hate that he's in pain. I hate that he's confused. I hate that he's kind now. NOW, when no one needs him to be kind. He's gentle when there are no children who want nothing more than his love. And he's going to be gone and I'll never see him again. And I'm angry and sad and confused.

#tw father mention #tw abuse mention #tw family #tw familial abuse #let me know if there are any tw i should add

[just-sarah-xx]

tw vent under the cut

its so stupid but im redoing my room right and my dad told me to plan it and have it done before lunch and i did but i didnt get the chance to tell him and stuff 

and he was like fine with it i think but then he came up behind me and like squeezed my arms really hard and i told him to stop but he didnt until my mum walked in

and then we were about to sit down to have lunch and then he started yelling at me and telling me stuff like 

oh you cant just say shit like that (saying ill do it before lunch) and not do it

thats so stupid and you wont get anywhere in life youre so useless at everything you cant even do this

whats the point of telling you if youre not going to do it

you just sit in your room being dumb and playing guitar and eating too much youre going to be dumb from how much you eat

and fuck man i was already having a shit day and i was trying not to cry when he said that and then he told me i couldnt eat until i finished it and presented the whole thing to him

and i was trying so hard not to cry in front of my family because i hate cryinf in front of anyone

and so now im locked in my room and hes out there shit talkinf me to my family and ive never wanted to run away and freeze to death somewhere more

it was so dtupid as well but i feel worse than rvery single rime he locked me out of the house combined

and im ngl im so scared rn

#tw vent #tw father mention #tw depressing stuff #vent #im sorry

[scuro-sideblog]

For the upcoming Scuro Saturday, I'm going to go into depth about one of my favorite OC's, Lorenzo Samuele Scuro. He's a three-year-old Pi-Mu in training and resides with the breeding pair full-time as an advisor and ambassador of the Scuro Dynasty. Lorenzo, or "Enzo", has cerebellar hypoplasia that affects his coordination to a degree, a fact with which his father Niccolò has yet to come to terms. While they argue frequently, Lorenzo can usually pacify his father's mercurial temperament. When he isn't operating in an official capacity, he enjoys the study of botany. Enzo is currently mated to Fable, who is owned by my friend @shepblogs.

#wolfquest #gray wolf #wolf #wolfquest anniversary edition #wolfquest 3 #wolves #Scuro Dynasty #Scuro Saturday #SongOC #Lorenzo the wolf #tw parent mention #tw father mention #wolf pack #wq #wqae #wq3 #wq ae #Please note that my writing is only semi-realistic and includes pack roles that do not exist in real life #grey wolf #my oc #my ocs do not steal #songsplanation