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When my father would come home, he would settle on the couch in front of the TV. And sometimes I would wander in to be with him, sometimes just because whatever he was watching was also what I wanted to watch, sometimes just to see that he was home. And if wasn’t already done, he would ask me to unite his shoes and pull them off.

He used to wear these stiff loafers that later became trendy tennis shoes. And I used to struggle with the tight knot he would make. But at the end they always came off and I always saw my father on the nights he came home while I was awake.

“Dad,” I used to groan even as I set to do it. “Seriously,” I would scold as I pulled on the last loop.

I’ve never tied my own shoes. Or I probably have but I don’t remember. I remember retying my shoes because I would think about how every time my dad did it they never came undone.

I am 20 years old and my father still always watches my feet in case I need him. To tie my shoes.

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Unrequited love in Notting Hill

Just realised that Bernie (Hugh Bonneville) from Notting Hill (1999) was completely in love with Honey (Emma Chambers) and you can see it multiple times throughout the film!

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I could never be God

I could never be God I sleep across the hall  and I wake up to press my lips to your cheek  I could never be God  or any of His sons  blessed and damned for eternity my nightmares are what I could do to you  would I press your head against the alter of the absolute  would I have you know wood and nails and thorns on your skull  could I do any of those things?  in my nightmares I would  I could never be God  my friend looks so pretty in the moonlight  and I could never be vengeful of that  And it is true, I am jealous and quite often angry  but my tears only flood me and my wrath only burns my chest  and I don’t wish to have the power of the mountains  and no, I could never break the jaw of a bear  I would think of all the virginal blood spilled in my name  all the innocence lost head split on rocks  thousands drowned  and wonder, does a god weep?  I am not God and I still grieve  I could never be God  I could never destroy the things I made  pit them against each other in vain wish one would win and the other to be lost in sin   both of them would be mine  I would have made them with myself in mind  and a god, a god never even hesitates  Where was their unbounding unfailing grace? What of Judas and Saul and Eve all those not saved? Were they out of reach for grace?  What makes them more sinner than saint? What would make them less to me— a god who saves ? I worry about the ones that understand God  I worry about the ones that glorify more than His love  there are choices He makes that I could never condone  there are parts of Him that make Him more human than The Almighty One  --or is it that we imitate, are we a more perfect reflection than we realize  are there less ripples in the water than we’d like portrayed  I could never be God  But I’m afraid in His image I have been made

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I wish my sister had my father

I wish we shared more than blood

She is my sister but she’s not my fathers daughter

I am my fathers only daughter

I think he knew us both as babies

And we used our bodies to talk

Then came a tower at one point

the two of them divided by language

and I and my mother the only ones who spoke both

He’s so tender to me

I am his only daughter

we laugh and play

and share our hearts with each other

We meet in the mornings

He ask about my family

feigning disinterest at my honesty

I learn something new every morning

My father my interview subject

with him there’s always breaking news

I see my sister in the night

she ask about my family

feigning disinterest at my honesty

I always know what to say i’m not a liar

She reads my interviews angrily

scoffing at every headline that I write

She’s so tender to me

I am her only sister

we laugh and play

and share our hearts with each other

I’m sneaking in words

of the others language in honest conversation

sometimes they share a word or two

but it’s not enough for either of them to remember

My father is a good man

my sisters’ is cold

I’m burning always

so she can have some of his warmth

they run in my blood

their fingers in each hand

their touch is the same

Sometimes in her sleep, my sister chokes on his words

sometimes when he loves, my father weeps with her words

they say the same things in different tongues

and I have identical conversations every time

They’re so tender to me

i am their substitute

they laugh and play

and share their hearts through me

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I NEED TO FIND THE FIC FOR THIS PLEASE

@drarryspecificrecs @drarryfeels @dracomalfoy

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links:

Wayne Family Photo: Wayne Family Adventures

Taylor Swift: https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/6122a74e-a6e8-4984-a648-07e14cf28daf/scale-to-width/370

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links

Clark: A comic

Oliver: A comic

Bruce: Wayne Family Adventures

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links

Clark: A comic

Oliver Queen: a comic

Bruce Wayne: Wayne Family Adventures https://i.pinimg.com/564x/16/ad/1a/16ad1aa79583aa36bf7070d394ec9501.jpg