#parents and children

[marxistems]

“It’s not your parent’s fault!” Ah yes. The folks who had the most influence and control over me during the most formative years of my life, indeed, had little to no bearing on my personality and coping mechanisms, today. Bruh, you gotta get to the root of a problem if you wanna heal, and sometimes that means acknowledging your parents done messed up. Sometimes in pretty major ways. And it’s okay to be upset about it.

[ben-the-hyena]

If Mr Ping not only saw with his eyes how Lord Shen treated his son but also put 2 and 2 together and realized he tried to kill him as a baby and genocided his people and his bio parents (noLiShanrevealyet), I am sure that cannons and kung fu or not there would have been a new dish served at his restaurant with peacock as its secret ingredient

[mexicangela]

ted lasso + his mother

grit: poems; twenty - silas denver melvin // mother - maia baia // unknown // love is a dog from hell - charles bukowski // the joy luck club - amy tan // unknown

[pratchettquotes]

"Your grags are losing their followers, not just because of the clacks towers and not because of Ankh-Morpork but because new generations arise and think what's all this about--how could our parents be so stupid? And you can't stop people any more than you can stop a train."

Albrechtson was almost sorry for Ardent now. You could live in denial for a long time, but, like a snake, it doubles back and strikes.

Terry Pratchett, Raising Steam

[dracocheesecake]

The First Night

Summary: Takes place in an AU where Kai and Oogway were never ambushed, and Kai had a family. After coming home from a long campaign to a three-month-old calf, Kai finds himself suddenly thrown into the role of a father. This was his first night with the little stranger.

Kai laid on his side in bed, his cheek propped up on his elbow. His eyes were glued with intensity to the little cushion next to him- or rather, what currently laid on it, as precious as a jewel (or, supposedly, even more so).

The calf gazed back at him with his eyes- the calf's grandfather's eyes, passed down to him from father to son to son again- but the expression these copies revealed was vacuous- no, not the right word. The child seemed...interested, in some way. Much more than Kai could say he reciprocated. 

The calf cooed quietly around the hoof he currently had stuffed in his mouth and wriggled a little. Kai snorted. 

“What?” 

The calf cooed again and continued to gnaw on his own hoof. Drool oozed around it, soaking the light gray fur on his chest- this, also, from his father. Kai snorted again, in amusement. 

“Yuelong,” he said. 

The calf blinked mildly, but showed no signs of recognizing his own name. The sheets ruffled some as his mother shifted in her place, laying on her side of the bed, and Kai’s ear twitched in her direction. She sighed and settled again.  Kai looked over his shoulder at her for a few heartbeats, making sure she was asleep. Then he turned back to the calf.

“Yuelong,” he said again, a little more quietly, “it means ‘Moon Dragon’. I gave you that name, though I wasn’t here to actually…well…name you.” 

Yuelong paused in his chewing. Kai shrugged. 

“I suggested it, anyway, when you were still in her belly,” he flicked his tail vaguely behind him, where his wife still lay asleep. “It’s a nice name. You don’t suit it, though- no offense, but you’re looking more like a ‘Grubby’ or ‘Drooly’ right now.” 

He smiled, just a slight upward curl at the edge of his lip, and the calf cooed and smiled back, much more brightly, from around the hoof he was gumming. Kai smiled a little more. 

“My-” Here, Kai struggled, but only a little- “My son.” He tried again, a little more sure, but only in voice: “My son.” 

There was a pause as Kai tried to absorb this, tried to let it settle in. It didn't. The emotions he was apparently supposed to be feeling now just wouldn't surface. 

“...You don't feel like mine- I mean, obviously, you are. No one can deny that. You got all of my looks.” 

He chuckled a little. “You're welcome.” The small smile that had dared to form fell again, replaced by a more enterprising ruminative frown. Lines of ever so faint distress creased around his nose. 

“...I never struggled to call something mine before,” he said, after a long moment. “But you…”

He glanced at the calf, at those eyes that were so much like his own- like his father’s- and he looked away again, just as quickly. He turned his head away, laying his chin in his palm instead. 

“Did my father feel anything like this?- Or rather, not feel?” 

He snorted and looked at the calf again. Both tiny hands where in the air, one covered in drool, but both waving towards him, grasping. The little toothless smile was beaming at him, and the calf giggled. Kai’s ear twitched towards his wife again, but she remained asleep. Kai sighed. 

“...Want up?” 

The calf gurgled in response, still reaching. Kai sat cross-legged, scooping the little one up as gingerly as if they were made of the most fragile glass, and then cupped them in the crook of his elbow, cradling them against his chest. The calf cooed contently and leaned his little head against him, gazing up at him with one ear squished lopsided against Kai’s chest. Kai snorted. 

“What?” He said, raising his brows, “is this the part where I burst into tears? Where all of those fatherly emotions I’m supposed to be embracing suddenly hit me, and I realize I love you or something?” 

Yuelong giggled in response, squishing a chubby cheek even more against his chest, nestling into him the same way he had when Kai had first held him, and Kai surprised himself by laughing. He clamped down on it and turned to make sure he hadn’t woken his wife- he hadn’t- and then turned back to the calf again. The calf let out another giggle. 

Kai smiled. “Alright, Emperor Chuckles, settle down.” 

He poked Yuelong’s chubby belly, and the calf giggled again and grabbed the cleft that acted as his finger in both tiny hooves, getting it slimy in the process. Kai scrunched up his nose a little, but his smile didn’t fade. 

“...Alright,” he said, after a long moment, “maybe…maybe eventually I’ll get around to liking you a little,” he chuckled. “You’ll work your way up the ranks.” 

Yuelong gurgled in agreement; and he was right, of course.

[themysticalbookletsworld]

Family is not always a safe place. It can be a crucible of emotions and expectations.

Parents: "I thought you weren't serious about anything... You quit studies, after that painting, writing poems, and you had abandoned that rifle shooting too..."

Me: "Mom, Dad, have you ever thought about my career? Do you know why I'm always taking up new things? Because I wanted to prove myself. I wanted to do something to make you feel proud."

Parents: "We're so sorry."

Me: "It's about both of you and me. It's about what you both made me feel all these years, that I'm just not good enough."

Parents: "We're sorry."

Me: "Sorry!! Sorry won't fix this, Mom, Dad. Sorry won't fix anything."

-Yashi💔

[ablatheringblatherskite]

A Broken Couple - a short story by me!

This is an old one written several years ago, but I still appreciate its existence.

TW: parents fighting. It has a bittersweet-ish (depending on how you see it) ending though!

...

The little girl sprinkled a few more bits of glitter into the almost dry glue, then lifted it up and smiled, ignoring the extra glitter falling onto her pajamas. It was perfect, and that was all that mattered. Perfect for the perfect people.

She ran down the stairs and sat outside the front door, waiting excitedly for her parents to come home from their wedding anniversary date. She checked the clock, confirming that they should be home soon...

Then the sound of a familiar car engine reached her ears, and the little girl sat up excitedly, gripping the card tightly with anticipation.

The door opened, and the little girl sat up eagerly to greet her parents, then stopped short.

Their faces were.. Not right. They weren’t smiling, like the way they were before they had left. They turned at her in surprise, then gave a forced smile to their daughter, kissing her.

The little girl held her clasped hand behind her back, her grip on the card loosening.

Her mother’s smile, after kissing her daughter, dropped off of her face, and she turned briskly, plopped her bag onto the coffee table, then stomped upstairs. Her parent’s bedroom door shut loudly.

That was a bad sign. Her mother never slammed doors.

Her father, who had been untying his shoes, looked up sharply at the noise. His expression was unreadable as he put his bag beside his wife’s, and he followed her up the stairs. A second slam followed, and the little girl winced.

She felt a little sick now. She felt a strange sense of foreboding as she stared down at her card, then back up at the supposedly silent upper floor.

The little girl swallowed, slipping off of the couch and quietly climbing up the stairs. When she reached the top of the stairs, she heard a voice that sounded alarmingly like her father’s utter an angry swear.

The little girl felt her blood turn to ice and her heart beat faster. It wasn’t because he had swore, because she was much too young to understand that sort of thing. It was because he had yelled. Her father never yelled… Right?

She stepped closer to the door of the bedroom and, taking a deep breath, gingerly pressed her ear to it. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, but, she knew one thing:

They were shouting. Yelling. Angrily. At each other.

On their wedding anniversary.

The little girl felt frozen as her little ear listened to them argue with no remorse whatsoever, and she felt her small legs collapse to the floor as her heart shattered.

She had been vividly aware of the fact that her parents were hiding something.. Something that made them stop talking to each other and glare at each other unceasingly the next day, but she never knew what it was, nor expected that it was something like this.

She stared at the card she had made. A sob escaped her mouth, and she ran into the bathroom and thew it into the garbage. She ran into her room and slammed the door closed. She collapsed onto her bed, her breathing erratic, and wept.

The next day, her parents weren’t talking. Of course they weren’t. They barely even glanced at the little girl herself, and the little girl gave up trying to eat breakfast harmoniously and abruptly left the house for school without a word. She slammed the door closed.

Her parents stared at it wordlessly in shock and surprise. Then the father, who had been staring at his coffee a moment ago, shook his head, standing and leaving the table. With her gone, he didn’t even want to try to maintain the act anymore.

He climbed the stairs to throw out the trash from the bathroom. Taking the bin, he carried it down without so much as a glance to its contents.

He opened the larger garbage can in the back and dumped the smaller bin’s contents into it. He glared at all the things in the trash that belonged to his wife, when something caught his eye. Something pink and sparkly.

Normally, he didn’t care for anything of the sort, but it did make him think of his daughter, and he remembered her strange behavior. Suddenly, he had the overwhelming urge to find out what the thing in the trash was.

He reached his hand in and fished it out, ignoring the smell with ease. When his hand clamped onto it, he held it up. It was a small, dirty piece of paper with a glittery heart on the front.

Narrowing his eyes, he read, “For mommy and daddy, the best couple in the world.”

The father held his breath and hesitantly took it inside, and, tentatively, he called to his wife with a shaky voice.

She looked up at him suspiciously, until she saw what he was holding. She stood up and went to his side, ignoring his flinch when she came into such close proximity, and her eyes immediately darted to the small, untidy scrawl of her daughter. Then she went red, and she reached over and opened it, so that she and her husband were holding it together.

They read;

“Dear mommy and daddy,

You are my favorite mommy and daddy in the whole wide world, because you love each other SO MUCH, and still get to love me! I wanna be just like you with my future husband when I grow up, because you’re so, so perfect!

Love, Your daughter.”

The two parents stared at the letter, stunned senseless. Their eyes blurred as tears slid down their faces, and the father sat down with a shaky breath.

The mother stared at the letter, then at her husband, and her face contorted as she broke into brokenhearted cry.

The father blinked away tears and stood up again, and, slowly, he embraced his wife. Their knees shook and they fell to the ground.

The sounds echoed through the house in a crescendo as a broken couple sobbed together.

[neogirlart]

(Seriously, why isn’t the game trending on Tumblr)

[antu-artt]

Do I feel affection for them?

IG: @antu_artt

Does anyone else has ever felt like this before?

Lately I'm having this difficult situations with my parents, which make myself to cry until fall asleep because unfair things happen. But I think this will be a topic for another time.

Right now, due to a conversation with my mother, I'm more aware that I don't show much love to them. And when I do, I realized that one of my love languages is giving gifts. Which I don't usually do because currently I'm not earning money.

Another love language I have are words of affirmation. Which, also, is difficult for me to say them. Even to my friends, to whom I just text. I know this is because, in general, it's complicated for me to show love, again. To demonstrate my feelings (you know, childhood wounds). But I make an effort for them, however not for my parents.

And THERE is the problem. It's like I can't, I just can't say to them: "I love you". Or just a simple: "How are you?". It's so fucking hard to bring those words out of me.

And I think one of the reasons why is so hard is because I feel resentment towards them. I can't help it. I have been working on that, but I think there'll be a long path yet. The patterns still repeating and it won't change because my parents are just them. I frecuently feel hurt again and again, even when I do know I can't expect anything else from them.

So my feelings towards them are so fucking frustrating. I think I do. I do feel affection for them. I mean, they are my parents. I know they have done a lot for me. But the way I am plus the resentment I keep on them make hard for me to feel or demonstrate affection.

So that's it. I made this fast illustration, very different to what I'm used to doing, because I needed to clear the mind. Not just with a drawing, but with words too.

Tell me if you also had a difficult relationship with your parents and if maybe could relate to the illustration or my thoughts.

Sending you a big hug 🫂💞 and wonderful vibes for the rest of the week 💖.

𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐮 ♥︎

IG: @antu_artt

[swanfireprincessmydear]

Once Upon a Time Appreciation Week | Day 4: Favourite Non-Romantic Pairing -> Emma Swan & Snow White/Mary Margret and Baelfire/Neal Cassidy & Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold

[my3imaginary3wonderland]

Does this counts as abuse?

"If you go to your friends' houses you will see how a really bad mother looks like "

"I only had [number] of [thing]"

"You should be happy, you have everything you wanted"

"You want to make me die of a heartache for your unhappiness?"

Anyway, I can't run away because she' s the only one that can help me to leave the country, so I don't have to see my family, which are "worse" than her

[bohemian-nights]

The relationships between mothers and daughters in HOTD is soo fascinating to me. Rhaenys and Laena. Aemma and Rhaenyra. Laena and Baela and Rhaena. Alicent and Helaena. Even the father daughter relationships as well. Otto and Alicent but also Otto and Helaena. Daemon and Baela and Rhaena. Viserys and Rhaenyra and Helaena.

Yep, and it seems like everyone has a much healthier relationship with their mothers than their fathers 🫠

[ben-the-hyena]

The King of All Cosmos (had a very lonely, harsh and strict childhood in which he was never given any time for himself in order to be perfect in everything, was never validated and congratulated and was emotionally, verbally and physically mistreated when he failed to the point he used to cry everyday and now he is a free adult he goes wild to catch up all he could not have) and the Queen of All Cosmos (was either orphaned or neglected living alone as a teenager and even though it allowed her to be independant, have a free spirit and take care of herself just fine she also was lonely and lacked a proper parental figure to teach her how to adult and mature up correctly resulting in her being too much of a free spirit without priorities straight, add to that she is naturally distrait and forgetful, may or not have to do with her upbringing) to the Prince (both do love him more than anything and try their best to be better than what they knew but the King can't help himself be very harsh verbally and physically on him when he fails and is not generous with compliments always demanding the best and the Queen can be neglectful and forget he is right there as well as very demanding too probably so that he can be independant, and both are generally exigent as well as irresponsible in general leaving their mistakes for him to fix both because they trust he can do it and also because they are still lonely teenagers in their heads who live everyday like the last hungry for fun and not boring stuff)

[deathlessathanasia]

The Parental Ethos of the Iliad by Louise Pratt

[sunnycanwrite]

lets punch our dad's

[queengranola]

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