#mommyissues

[witchyykitten]

[yourintersection]

“i hope my mom heals from the things she doesn’t talk about.”

[nalayaktha]

[ifimforgotten]

just a thought but azula would NOT survive class of 2013

[fallen-angel-with-broken-halo]

Sometimes, I wish she could be just a plain bad person. Someone with no redeeming qualities who needs to be hated, and there are no conditions that could make her seem likable. But then she suddenly starts acting like a good mother. Wants to spend time with me, wants to talk with me. Acts like she cares. It hurts. Because that means I cannot hate her. And it makes me feel like a bad person for ever thinking of her so badly.

[mysoulbreak]

You may have birthed me but you didn’t give me life

[justmydarklifesblog]

"You like older men because you have daddy issues" No shit? What are we making observations?

[x4ver1a]

I think I need someone older, someone just a little bit colder.

[riccismy-life]

Marilyn Thornhill x Fem! Reader -Divine Punishment

Description: You are in botany class in Nunca Más, you were paying more attention to your teacher, Miss Thornhill, than to the class itself. She had found you many times distracted looking at her but she had never said anything, until today. You are 18 years old in this fic!

-Warning for obcene lenguage

-Sorry, english is not my first lenguage, I am from Argentina

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You were in botany class with your favorite teacher, Marilyn Thornhill. Although you weren't paying the slightest bit of attention to her class, you just enjoyed looking at the attractive figure of the red-haired woman as if she were a Greek sculpture. The truth was that you didn't even have the slightest knowledge of half of the things your teacher said in her class, but you did know her features as if they were your own, you knew just by looking at her what mood she had woken up in. that day.

You were always lucky that the people who participated the most in the class were Bianca Barclay and Wednesday Addams -your roommate with Enid Sinclair- and you didn't have to say anything you hadn't heard because you were stunned like a moth to the silk looking looking at the older woman. You didn't know for sure if the redhead had noticed your attitude towards her, because you usually went unnoticed -or so you thought-

The botany teacher surprised you looking at her, she asked you a question that immediately took you out of your love-struck trance, suddenly you felt how all the eyes of your classmates turned to you, staring at you while Marilyn scolded you, but not before adjusting her glasses with an intelligent and quick movement "Miss Midnight, I asked you a question" he scolded supporting the weight of his body on the large mahogany desk behind him and while at the same time putting his hands in his pockets adopting a threatening posture while raising an eyebrow .

"M-mhm… I-I'm sorry Miss Thornhill… I didn't hear you" you answered whispering low enough but loud enough for the woman to hear you.

"I asked you what are the characteristics of carnivorous plants" she said, repeating her question and leaving you more nervous than before.

You really didn't know the answer to that question, you had no idea about plants.

"N-no… I don't know the answer to that question, Miss Thornhill" you replied embarrassedly, feeling your cheeks heat up and turn pink.

"Which is strange since we spent almost an hour and a half talking about the characteristics of carnivorous plants and if you had paid a little attention you would know the answer to the simple question I am asking you, Miss Midnight" she scolded with a frown. .

"I-I'm so sorry…Miss Thornhill." "I'll see you in detention after school, Miss Midnight" she informed seriously and turned to Merlina with a smile "Do you know the answer, Wednesday?" She asked hopefully.

"Yes, carnivorous plants are capable of living in soils with little food and do not require nutrients for plants since they feed on insects, and they also adapt quickly to different types of climates" Wednesday said using her serious, dead and lifeless characteristic of always.

"Very good, Wednesday. That's right," she turned her gaze from her to you "Did you see that it wasn't that difficult, Miss Midnight?"

You noticeably shrank back in your seat, feeling much smaller than you actually were. Marilyn made you nervous just by her presence and you didn't know how to react before she showed you her dominance.

The rest of the class continued dealing with carnivorous plants, this time, after having to go through an awkward reprimand from the redheaded woman, you decided to pay attention to her class for fear of being surprised again, but she didn't, she continued giving his class without even giving you a single glance.

At the end of the class, all your classmates, including you, quickly put their things away to leave, but you took longer than usual to put your things away since you had detention with Marilyn, you waited for everyone to leave to look at your teacher who was closing the greenhouse door

"I've been noticing you don't pay attention to my class, you don't do anything but look at me" she said after she closed the door making it resonate throughout the room sending a shiver down your spine.

"That… that's not entirely true, Miss Thornhill" you said, lowering your head in embarrassment.

She approached you dangerously, you felt extremely small before her dominant posture. Even though Marilyn wasn't much taller than you, you felt like you were getting putty when the woman placed her index finger on the lower part of your jaw, lifting your head a little so that you were looking straight into her eyes as a show of appreciation. obedience and respect.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't spend all your school hours thinking about everything I could do, little girl" she spoke in a tone that was too seductive.

You looked at her without saying a single word. You were paralyzed by this side dominant side of the red-haired woman.

She brought her mouth to your ear, you could feel her breath warm your sensitive skin "Tell me you don't want me to take you right now on my desk, Y/N" she said and a small muffled moan escaped your lips and you saw her smile.

"Please... stop" you begged, containing the desire for the woman to take you as she wanted at that very moment.

She scoffed at your behavior "You show yourself so needy in my classes, more than once I find you looking at me with desire. Do not think that you will be able to leave here without a suitable punishment, after all I cannot allow your distractions in my class so shameless "The red-haired woman spoke reproachfully with a small pout invading her soft features.

Seriously, you couldn't take it anymore, you didn't think you'd last much longer like this.

"I will accept any punishment you give me willingly" you said looking at a flash of lust that crossed the older woman's gaze.

"What a good girl you are for mommy" she said caressing your lips "So why don't you obey me and be a good girl for mommy, yes?"

"Yes. Mommy you said obediently and she connected her lips with yours painfully slow.

@marilynthornhill @karlaestrella @cursedbambii

[nobuchboskyw]

clingy! { yandere souya kawata x afab reader}

summary: you find souya knocking at your window one night,  bloody and beaten from a gang fight. you decide to take him in, not realising that this means he will never let you from his arms. ever.

my first time writing for tokyo revengers, hope ya’ll enjoy ;)

character count: 3.3k 

Pulling the sheets over you, your head hit the pillow. It had been a long day, and you were just about ready to collapse when you heard a plaintive knock on your window. You almost felt like ignoring the soft knock, but something in your stomach told you not to go to sleep just yet. 

Sure enough, it was Souya. He had blood drying on his mouth, his tear-streaked eyes desperate and wounded like a puppy’s. You’d have to be a monster not to let him in from the savage cold outside. 

“I’m really sorry y/n,” he whimpered. “I know it’s late.” You shushed him, wiping the tears from his cheeks, ignoring the hot flush rising up on his cheeks. 

Despite the injuries he’d sustained from the gang fight, Souya couldn’t help but relish every moment of his night with you. He loved the gentle way you dabbed cotton buds at his bloody cuts, the way you spooned hot soup into his mouth lovingly, and the little anxious glances you’d shoot him whenever you thought he wasn’t looking. The entire night was spent fixing him up, and you worked tirelessly. 

All he could do was take in your figure as you finally dragged him onto your couch, covering him with warm fluffy blankets before he fell asleep. Though his entire body ached from cuts and bruises where he’d been beaten mercilessly, he felt as if it were all worth it could he just feel your fingers through his hair like this. Souya couldn’t be happier. 

The cold and rainy night where you nursed his injuries and took him in, marked the day where his scary obsession with you began. 

Even though he was now fixed up, you couldn’t find the strength to kick him out of your apartment. He seemed to just make it his home. Not that you complained. He helped with chores, and dinner was always on the table by the time you got home from work. That being said, he didn’t seem to leave you alone. 

Souya wasn’t really a verbal person, you noticed, but his thoughts and feelings came out in his actions. Standing anxiously outside the door while you took a shower, insisting he accompany you everywhere (even if it was just to the mailbox) getting irrationally angry and sulking whenever you mentioned a male friend or colleague (who would mysteriously stop talking to you almost immediately after you mentioned him to Souya) and throwing everything aside to care for you if you ever got sick. 

Truth be told, it was very sweet. But sometimes suffocating, and a little scary. 

Once you woke in the middle of the night to find him completely absorbed in planting soft kisses on your forehead and running his fingers through your hair, and when you got upset and called him out for it he became teary, silencing you. On another occasion when you were cooking something at the stove he stood behind you, enveloping you in a suffocating bear hug and refusing to let go. You couldn’t do much anyways, he had you completely beat in terms of strength. 

Souya’s clinginess got to the point where he’d spam your phone with hundreds of desperate texts and calls a day if you didn’t answer, and it would be even worse if you put your phone on silent.

“Are you sick of me, y/n?” “Did I do something to upset you?”

Even when you went out, he’d cling to your arm, not speaking, just gazing at you with a ferocious kind of possessiveness. You knew you’d never be able to get rid of it, but you had to admit, the big softy was really growing on you. 

[witchyykitten]

little miss will never be good enough for her mother

no matter how hard she tries

[ya-i-got-issues]

I don't think I'll ever love someone. And I don't think anyone will ever love me.

[luxynnamon]

I wanted my mother to know that I'm human too. That I have feelings, and that I don't forget everything she says overnight..

[microwaveexplosion]

A poem about the experience of being born from an abusive/trash fire of a mother & everyone treating you like you're now the answer to solving the problems she causes others.

[lunas-heartbreak]

I can still smell the smoke of my mother’s anger, choking the air with her words and actions. It suffocates me to this day .

[fallen-angel-with-broken-halo]

Mom, you said I never learned what you told me

But you're a liar, I can easily say what you taught me

You taught me to be quiet but also loud

Talk when I must, but silence when you're mad

Be assertive but never speak out of line

Otherwise, I'll face your punishment, one so divine

Divine? Apologies, I should probably explain

God is a narcissist who tells you to never complain

He'll tell you you'll burn in hell if you don't worship his name

It's funny, you're not religious yet you do just the same

You taught me I need to be better

But never how to get better

Though you'd probably say otherwise

I'm sorry, fuck, you hate when I apologize

You think when I do that I make myself a victim

I'm sorry, damn it, I'm sorry, I need to remain calm

No matter what I did, I was lacking or too much

I tried, I really tried, mom, begging for forgiveness in the church

You taught me to make friends but never the ones I want

Giving me ones on a silver platter, feeling like me choosing other ones was a taunt

You never appreciated me being the quiet kid

With a few friends that you never approved

But you did like my grades, I was so smart for my age

I know I'm now burnt out, but please forgive this disgrace

I'm aware you like to tell your friends about your daughter

What an ungrateful child she is, but at least she may become a great teacher or mother

Yeah, you never appreciated my dream career

Always saying I'll end up following in your footsteps, all my words falling on deaf ears

You taught me to hate myself

Even though you'd never admit it yourself

Mothers always hate their eldest daughters

And love their obedient sons who aren't just like mirrors, reminding them of their darkest hours

You told my psychologist I look up to you

That that's why I started to break myself so soon

But that's a lie, you should know by now

You made me in your image, though you're scared of that

I even have your hand-me-downs that make me feel like a child

Playing dressup and going outside to show off to the world your pride

You taught me to fear vulnerability

Though now you miss my naivety

You took off my door

You snatched away my phone

You made me take some pills

You threatened me with making some calls

You laughed when I cried

You yelled when I yelled

You weren't there when I smiled

I lost my trust yet I continue to overshare to anyone who would care

Because you were always in the other room, but you were never there

You made my cries feel like a disease

My anger a symptom that I should never release

My numbness a constant, though you didn't like that either

If I never acted like a victim then you were never the problem, so why bother?

You didn't want to be like your father

Congratulations, you still became your parents' daughter

With your fathers' anger but without the violence

And your mothers' neglect but without the whining