#ndhqtask18

[sevanshq]

HEADCANON ► FAMILY VALUES ↳ 340 WORDS

It’s difficult to develop an actual relationship with someone who lives their life with one foot out the front door. Sam’s mother was constantly in and out, going who knows where and searching for whatever it was she felt like what was denied her while living as a young housewife and mother.  What actual relationship existed between her absences, where hurts could be soothed with gifts and promises of sticking around that were eventually, inevitably broken. Sam didn’t ask why she always left, why she couldn’t stay. Those weren’t questions in the Evans household. The ‘not talking’  was as solid a tradition as Sunday school and shoes off at the front door. Something you simply got into the habit of.

Most of the time, it felt like he was just supposed to accept it as life and make do. After all, it’s what his father did. He could count on one hand the times his dad expressed his feelings about his wife in front of their boys, and Sam supposed at least there was that, the absence of angry words meaning his father still loved his mother. When he was younger, it’d been a comforting thought, that no matter what, they could still work things out at the end of the day. Now, he just finds it...sad. 

The good and bad blend together, sweet and sour memories of happy Christmases and missed birthdays. Of postcards with artwork from places he struggled to pronounce telling the stories of his mother’s time on the road or long stretches of unanswered calls. Of a farmhouse filled with laughter, table laden with home-cooked meals, and a family of full bellies, versus a sparse meal cobbled together by a ten-year old with limited cooking knowledge and a father who worked late nights. It is difficult, shifting between love and indifference, guilt and resentment, and the overwhelming frustration of feeling unable to unpack any of it.

Family is everything to Sam, everything good that shaped him and at times, the very thing that’s hurt him most.

[dangerousdanii-blog1]

FAMILY TIES; MOTHER ( MARIA HARPER )

And now I know why all the trees change in the fall I know you were on my side even when I was wrong And I love you for giving me your eyes For staying back and watching me shine And I didn't know if you knew So I'm taking this chance to say That I had the best day With you today

[violetndhq-blog]

#NDHQTASK18 ► FAMILY VALUES.

THE KRASNOVA’S.

Her aunt, uncle and cousins who CeCe lived with from the age of thirteen.

Aunt Sara

Uncle Ernesto

Mikayla

Isabella

[hqdelila-blog]

• NDHQ TASK #18 - FAMILY VALUES •

wc: 217

ft. Rosalinda McIntosh.

Her mother was always the prettiest in the room, from her perfectly styled hair *what was bedhead, to manicured nails... if there was one word to describe her, it would be.... beautiful, on the outside that is. Her mother was good at what she was, a trophy wife, a party thrower. Her first memory of the woman was the grand dresses her wore, sneaking into her closet to run her fingers over the lush fabrics. She remembered the first party she went to that she threw and being so overwhelmed by the amount of people and hiding behind her legs, fingers curling around silk. As the girl grew older and shaped into her own person, one that didn’t... didn’t exactly fit in the family it put a wedge between her and the woman. She was never pretty enough, never like her mothers friends daughters, she didn’t look like them and it was something she was reminded of. 

As if she needed a reminder. 

After the disaster of their last meeting, her mother more or less throwing a glass of champagne in her face when she matter of factly said she was a sex worker, all communication has seized. Fixing her relationship with her father would be the easy one.

That she knew for sure. 

[miakhq-blog]

 NDHQ Task #18  → Family values ft. Dave ( @hqdkarofsky )

Mia loves her big brother more than she could possibly say. Practically all her life she’s followed Dave around, subtly trying to act like him. When he started playing football, she would hang around, go to games and whatnot trying to pretend as if she was too cool for it. Really, she could hardly take her eyes off, cheering for her brother silently so as not to lose her pseudo-cool persona and reveal the football fangirl she really was. Whenever he won something, she tried her best to be the first to congratulate him and when he was down, she did her best to comfort him. There was a moment when she thought maybe Dave was tired of having her around, but after walking in on him hanging some posters of very attractive male actors, it quickly made sense. Once again, she was his shadow. Despite how often she complains about Dave chasing guys away, Mia has always appreciated the fact that her brother loves her enough to look out for her.

Though she can fight with just about anyone else in her life, the one person Mia can’t stand fighting with is Dave. When they are fighting, she feels almost out of control since he’s usually the person she goes to with complaints about the people she’s fighting. It’s pretty disorienting to her and more often than not during fights she just shuts down until it can finally be worked through.

Mia’s favorite memory of her brother is when they were kids celebrating Easter with their parents back when they were still together. She was six, Dave was seven and she was so excited to find all the Easter eggs that the Easter Bunny had left for them, but she kind of sucked at finding them. Instead it was Dave that filled his basket while she had three sitting lonely in her basket. Because she didn’t want to take such a pitiful basket back, Mia pointed over towards a water fountain and started to yell to get Dave’s attention over there, then she snatched a few from his basket to put into her own. While six-year-old Mia liked to think that she was so clever in her thievery to have gotten away with it, everyone knew what she had done and just didn’t say anything until years later.

[sevanshq]

sam evans aesthetic:  the evans family

“You are born into your family and your family is born into you. No returns. No exchanges.” ― Elizabeth Berg.

[dangerousdanii-blog1]

FAMILY TIES; FATHER ( PAUL HARPER )

Hate to say hello 'cause I know that it means goodbye Hate to ask, but what's it like to leave me behind? I won't be, no, I won't be like you Fighting back, I'm fighting back the truth Eyes like yours can't look away But you can't stop DNA Are the pieces of you in the pieces of me? I'm just so scared you're who I'll be When I erupt just like you do They look at me like I look at you

[violetndhq-blog]

#NDHQTASK18 ► FAMILY VALUES.

PAUL HARPER; FATHER.

You have a hollowed out heart but it’s heavy in your chest I tried so hard to fight it but it’s hopeless Hopeless, you’re hopeless Oh father, please father I’d love to leave you alone but I can’t let you go Oh father, please father Put the bottle down for the love of a daughter

[hqdelila-blog]

• NDHQ TASK #18 - FAMILY VALUES •

WHO: delila mcintosh, jacob mcIntosh. mentions of @buffxmac & @xkinghq

WHEN: 6/30/18. night.

NOTES: a belated fathers day call.

WC: 638

Was this a good idea? No, simply put no this was a terrible idea-- given the fact it was now nearing 11 P.M, she was pacing back and forth in the suite, chewing at the pad of her thumb.

“Babe, you’re going to start to wear down the floors.”

A voice came from behind her and arms wrapped around her waist, causing her to stop in her line, leaning back against welcomed touch-- a soft sigh leaving her lips. 

“I’m gonna call my dad, Jacob-- and I just, am stressing.”

“You need me here?”

“No, no-- go to bed grampa, I’ll be there after okay?”

With a kiss against her hair, a final squeeze to her stomach she was along, moving to the couch and settling herself down, pulling out her phone.

“Dad”

Her finger hovered over the name over the contact before she finally pressed call, pressing the phone to her ear.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three --

“Hello?”

The gruff voice filled her ears she she didn’t want to answer, she wanted to hang up, she wanted to just end it and pretend she didn’t call but she didn’t...

“Hi Dad-- it’s me, Delila.”

“It’s late.”

There was that stone voice, but it wasn’t angry-- it was... tired? Maybe just his resting voice at this point. 

“I know, I know-- I’m sorry, I just...”

She felt like a stupid 14 year old with the nerves rattling through her frame but she wanted... she wanted to forgive,she wanted to be civil.

“-- wanted to wish you a Happy Fathers day, I know it’s late but, still.”

She could hear his intake of breath over the phone, ,like he was about to say something but like her got too into the moment.

“And that you need to fix things with Biff, that’s your blood dad-- you need.”

“Delila, that is non of your concern, your business.”

Her eyes rolled at that dad like tone and she pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment.

“It is though Dad, look... I don’t-- I don’t have my dad anymore, and I would give anything.. anything to have him in my life but he’s gone, Biff is right there, you’re right there, you need to apologize to him, you and mom okay? I get it, he was a stupid teenager, but maybe maybe it was to get your attention? You were always so busy.”

“Supporting our family--”

“--Dad I know, but what’s stopping you now? Your pride.”

He knew she was right, he fucking knew she was right and her voice softened slightly with the next thing she said.

“I would give anything to be in Biff’s shoes, to have my father breathing, living... and a son needs his father.”

-- so does a daughter.

“Delila honey-- it’s complicated.”

She stopped him right there, shaking her head.

“No, no it’s not, you’re both adults... just--- think about it. I know the last time we spoke, a few months ago... was hard, but--”

The line was silent a few moments, her bringing her head back to the cushion, closing her eyes....

“Tony told me you have a boyfriend, what’s his name?”

Fucking Tony.

“His name... his name is Xavier, he’s.... he’s a really good guy dad, I love him.”

“You love him?”

“I do, I really do-- he makes me happy....”

Again, the line was silent for a few moments, she could hear his breathing-- she could nearly picture his face...

“Thank you for calling today Delila-- maybe, maybe next time I could talk to this gentleman.”

“Will you think about what I said?”

--- 

“I will.”

“Good night dad.”

“Good night Delila.” 

It was a start.

[violetndhq-blog]

#NDHQTASK18 ► FAMILY VALUES.

MARIA HARPER; MOTHER.

You raise me up so I can stand on mountains You raise me up to walk on stormy seas I am strong when I am on your shoulders You raise me up to more than I can be