#daugther

[befemininenow]

Yesterday was a special day in honor and tribute to all the mothers in several countries around the world. Some of us got to spend time with our loved one while others remember the good times when our mothers were still in this world. In times where things can be tough, it’s always good to find solutions and comfort with a nurturing mother figure in your side.

Although this comic was uploaded months ago on Twitter by Pink Horizons*, it fits so well with the theme of mother knowing and accepting her child. The bond of both mother and trans daughter in this story is so heartwarming, some of us wish for a close relationship like that. Just because there are women who disown their transgender children make doesn’t mean all mothers will be the same. For a mother to be happy, their biggest wish is to see their kids be genuinely happy with themselves. If you still have your mother or any mother figure around, give her at least a message and thank her for her love and support. Happy belated Mother’s Day!

*Pink Horizons is the original creator and owner of these pics. I am just the uploader.

For Pink Horizons’ page, go to: https://twitter.com/shining_sof

For the link to the original pics, go to: https://twitter.com/shining_sof/status/1621258656003006465?cxt=HHwWgoCxgY2K7_8sAAAA

For the extra bride pic, go to: https://twitter.com/shining_sof/status/1647608980510855170?cxt=HHwWhMC-we3ovd0tAAAA

[words-and-pages]

oh, that? that’s a load-bearing eldest daughter. yeah, can’t get rid of her. whole thing would fall apart.

[eggmoth]

How is it that mothers have the ability to just ruin your day with one sentence. Like you can start by saying hello maybe???

[calrose-nightingale]

The Daughters (and Granddaughter) of Triton

I used to watch these movies a lot growing up and still enjoy them today. I always thought they were all so cool and pretty, now here I am able to doodle them out!

[str4wb3rr1e]

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 🍌

Bill Kaulitz x bi!daughter!reader

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With another deep sigh you were ready, ready to get this out and over with. You liked girls— well, you really liked girls and that wouldn’t be that big of a deal if you weren’t also a girl.

You knew how people and the media saw you, weird, wrong, shameful. So for years you hid it, you hid your feelings in a box and tossed it under your bed, until the box finally overflowed. You needed to get it out, you needed to express yourself, how long were you going to hide for?

You made your way towards the kitchen island, taking a seat in front of your dad who was painfully bad at making banana shakes.

“Ugh! I can’t get this thing right!” Your father huffed hitting the jammed machine with his right fist. “Dad calm down, hey— it’s not even plugged in!” You chuckled lifting up the thick cable on your hand.

“Ah, would you be such an angle and plug it in for me?” Bill relaxed into smiled as you chucked shaking your head. The blender finally started as the (awful looking) ingredients started to mix into a shake.

This was the perfect time, you thought, the blender was too loud for your dad to hear you so if you chicken out last second and regret your words there was coming back from this.

“Dad…” you mumbled obviously not masking the roaring machine, “Dad I’m into girls!” You shouted a bit louder than the blander, just enough for Bill to actually hear you.

He immediately stopped his actions, froze in place and didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t sure if he had even heard you right. “You like girls?” He asked as if he was asking you what day it was.

The way his question came out surprised you a bit, I mean— you weren’t expecting your dad to lash out yes… but you didn’t expect him to be that chill either.

“Yes… I like girls— And men! A bit.” You blurted tugging on the sleeves of your hoodie. Bill’s smile grew as he abandoned his masterpiece (devil poison) and ran over to hug you.

This hug was a special hug, like the ones you would get when you would fall out of your scooter and scrape your knee, the ones you’d get while getting shots at the doctors. It felt safe, you felt accepted and loved.

It didn’t take long enough before Bill started to question you about your crushes, the thing he was mostly curious about “So… Heather B?…”,

“Dad, oh my god! No!”

“What! I was just asking!”

[workhard2400]

[somos-deseos]

Voz de Isaiha en la cabeza de Ethel luego de haber sido drogada:

Te seguí adentro

Estuve contigo allí. Te invité

dos veces, lo hice

Amas demasiado la sangre.

Pero no tanto como a mi, no como a mi.

Te escuché, te vi, te sentí, te di.

Te necesito, te amo, te amo, te amo

Te escuché, te vi, te sentí, te di.

Te necesito, te amo, te amo, te amo, te vi, te amo,

te di, te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo Te amo. Te vi, te sentí, te amo, te amo.

Ethel Caín bajo los efectos de alguna droga

Sufre el lobo, arrastrándose hacia ti

Prometiendo un gran incendio, cualquier incendio

Diciendo que soy la elegida, me llevará

Estoy en llamas, estoy en llamas, estoy en llamas

El sufrimiento está cerca, acercándose a mí

Llamándome la elegida, hacia la luz blanca

Hermosa, finita...

Incluso el hierro todavía teme la putrefacción

Escondiéndose de algo que no puedo dejar atrás, de

caminar sobre las sombras, no puedo guiarme de regreso.

Abrochada en el suelo cuando la noche cae a la izquierda de papá y mamá que no vuelve a casa.

“Pobrecito dulce cordero de luto no hay nada que puedas hacer. Ya todo se ha hecho”

Que miedo un hombre como tu trae a una mujer como yo (muéstrame tu cara). Por favor no me mires así . Puedo verlo en tus ojos

Él sigue mirándome

Dime qué has hecho

Detente, detente, detente, haz que se detenga, detente, haz que se detenga. Haz que pare, ya he tenido suficiente.

Detente, detente, ¡DETENTE!

Palabras del predicador (Oraciones pregrabadas):

“Soy el rostro de la rabia del amor

Soy el rostro de la ira del amor. “Benditas”

Sean las Hijas de Caín, destinadas al sufrimiento eterno por los pecados de sus padres cometidos mucho antes de su concepción. Sean los niños, todos y cada uno llegan a conocer a su dios a través de algún acto de violencia sin sentido. Bendita seas, niña, prometida a mí por un hombre que sólo puede sentir odio y desprecio hacia ti.

No soy bueno ni malo, simplemente soy, y he venido a tomar lo que es mío.

Yo estaba allí en la oscuridad cuando vino tu primer periodo.

Estoy aquí ahora mientras huyes de mí todavía.

Corre entonces, niña.

No puedes escónderte de mí para siempre...

[canulucansstuff]

3.23 💤

[edenianleena]

~assassins of outworld ✨

credit : Julio Kahnn

[hileonizm]

hot mothers have hot daughters

[patheticbookaddict]

Grief

I've heart of myriad,

but one's maimed now,

and that's of a father.

Oh, my fairy!

where have you gone?

You have hidden yourself among the immortals,

and my death could only seek you.

Oh, my child!

Hands are empty now,

whom shoul I cradle?

Mind is empty now,

Oh, my daughter, you were there,

and now,

you have left the grief , echoes and memories.

Ears are empty now,

would I ever be?

Ever be vouchsafed again with saccharine giggles.

Eyes are empty now,

where would I be able to?

Able to,

encounter such a beauty again.

I'm hollow.

Oh, my angel!

You have hidden yourself,

among the Gods of yesterday.

Grant me the pourboire of mercy.

Oh, dear!

Ease my lament.

06/08/23

[bullshitpoetry]

I sometimes see my mum in the way I stand when I think or the way I wrinkle my nose when confused.

I see her in the way I say certain phrases or make certain jokes.

And every time I realize, I wince.

I love my mum, yet I do not want to become her.

[thegirlintheblackdress]

Grace, by Eduard von Gebhardt

[angeliq111]

farmer’s daughter🌾🍒

[kiwifunbanter]

[workhard2400]