Father - Blog Posts
Broken from the sart
"Tonight honey, I'm gonna break your heart, mine was broken from the start" sings Jon Foreman. I've always been wondering what it really means. The most obvious and seemingly most at-hand answer was something about love and break-ups. I thought I had nothing to do with it because I live in a very merry relationship and I have no reason to actbroken.
This simple line, however, uncovers something I am born into. But not only me, I'm convinced it's the same with almost all of us. What I'm talking about here is a mere detection of a common state of life. In fact I've heard of this so much, that I've even grown accustomed to it. It's the cycle. The cycle of what my heritage is...
Recently I created a huge deficit to my family, unconsciously and unintended. To be able to pay for this, my father had to give up few of his plans for the summer. I understood, that he was mad at me, this is alright after the monetary loss. But you know, what he kept saying was somewhat misled and unjust. He said I'm not grown-up, I'm a child, I can't make good decisions and I need supervision. Well, I am an adult in every aspect, though I moved back in with my parents because they live close to the university I'm in... Anyway, I tried to reason with him and be generous, so I offered to pay it all back and then came thebest: he said I cannot give him money I didn't get from him and I won't have a salary at least in the coming five years. (Momentarily I don't have a paying job, that's true, but I put up my pricey bow for sale, for which I worked very ardently a couple of years ago) I told my dad (with the hint of sarcasm, I admit), that it's improbable, that I wouldn't get a job soon. Then he started shouting and I lost interest...
First thought: this man's a fool, it was a wrong decision to move in with them, when I get paid for my book, I'll leave. But you know, this is it. I know my father had a very narcistic and controlling father. I know he tries very hard to be a good parent, though he never had a grown-up son. He might've simply reacted so strangely because of his anger and pain, I don't know. And really, this whole thing, this fighting and hurting penetrates through my family-line. I am predestined to be broken. I am predestined by my father, and his father and his father and so on. I heard countless family stories, how the fathers hurt and betrayed their sons. All differently. My father tries to do good but it comes out all wrong because he was broken from the start, and he didn't even know it... But I do. I now know and understand it. The question is, whether I break the cycle, or simply try hard, like my dad does...
And then, isn't it somewhat universal? Aren't we all coming up with secret burdens? Why do we see faulted and wounded people everywhere? And ultimately: what does it mean to break this cycle? I'm not giving you answers because this is not an open argument, it's just a pile of questions...
Randomness rules!
my sister insists that she’s my dads favorite but my dad doesn’t spontaneously get her milkshakes or Cadbury chocolate ✌️
The kids scurried into class and settled down. Except a few who fell victim to their nerves and jitters, the children were quite excited. Oh this day would be the best! They'd be able to brag and boast about their parents.. Be able to show off how qualified and rich they are. And boy did Brianna love the thought of getting all the attention.
The boy she sat next to was quite happy too. He was smiling a bit too much for her liking though. Putting his pearly whites on full display, he made no effort in hiding his exhilaration.
Must've found a lone penny somewhere.. Why else would he be so happy?
It was true. The boy was ecstatic but not because of some lone penny.. But because he'd finally get to tell his friends about his father... His dear old man... His Poppa
Turn by turn the kids stood in front of the class and bragged about their parent's achievements and their bank balances. They spoke with a proud glint in their eyes and all but exclaimed about wealthy fathers and beautiful mothers till their voice went hoarse.
".. And that's how we ended up living in our humble 23 million dollar home." Brianna's little speech received a round of applause.. But her eyes held irritation and her fists balled up as her jaw clenched. He's STILL smiling!
Little Julio's smile had not diminished one bit.. If anything it had grown wider... Why?
Well because he was up next.
Brianna huffed and sat in her seat as she waited for him to start speaking. She wanted to be known for having the best. The best of the luxuries, style and standard of living.. The best parents would've been a good addition to the list. But judging from the smile little Julio was sporting, she was afraid he'd have it better than he-
"I live in the suburbs.." Brianna bit back a scoff. Suburbs?! I was a fool to think he'd have anything better.
"When I grow up I want to be like my Poppa." A low laugh resonated in the class. "Poppa?really?"
He was mocked but Julio wouldn't bother himself with that now. He was too happy. He had finally said something about his dad. His father who bought him his favourite ice cream and then gave him a piggy back ride home. His poppa was just the best, wasn't he?
"Um.. Julio? What does your father do?" the teacher asked. "You left that part out, sweetie."
"Oh. Um.. My father.. He roams around happily... Yeah. That's what he does." The class burst into laughter, unable to control themselves at his answer.
Roam around happily? Ha! Brianna couldn't help but snicker along.
The teacher, heaving a nervous laugh and shushing the class questioned again, "No, Julio. I meant to ask what your father's profession is. What is your father?"
"Yes Julio! Tell us what your father is!" A boy hollered from the back.
"He is um... He is a d-"
"A doctor?!"
"No"
"A dentist?"
"No"
"... A dog walker?"
This time Julio just shook his head in the negative.
Oh if only Brianna had brought some popcorn. She was enjoying the show oh-so-much!
This is good..Very good.
"Darn it Julio.. Just tell us! We are very eager to know." A girl in the back said, mock and sarcasm lacing her voice.
"My father is a very happy spirit"
"We know Julio. We all kno-"
"He's dead."
"My Poppa is finally happy because he's dead."
And that was the first time his smile faltered. And the first time that all but eight words had silenced the rowdy class.
Michael Fassbender e Perla Haney-Jardine in Steve Jobs di Danny Boyle del 2015
I had my father get sick when I was 22. And I was poor, alright. And my father had an ulcer, and it exploded and you know all these toxins get in your blood. And basically, my father died, whatever, 50 days after his ulcer. So I had a father get sick while I was poor. My mother got sick when I was rich. And my mother, you know… I don’t really want to get into it, but my mother was sicker than my father. And my mother’s alive. My mother’s fine, OK? I remember going to the hospital to see my mother and wondering, ‘Was I in the right place?’ Like, this was a hotel. Like it had a concierge, man. People don’t… if the average person really knew the discrepancy in the health care system, there’d be riots in the streets, OK? They would burn this motherfucker down!”
Chris Rock [video]
Bringing this back, because some people don’t seem to understand that there is a discrepancy in the quality of care among poor, middle-class, and wealthy people, NO MATTER HOW DEBILITATING THEIR RESPECTIVE DISEASES MAY BE.
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Forever reblog.
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Remus Lupin
Unlike Hagrid, Lupin, had a very hard time getting over eveything that happened to him, which is part of why I’m always very sad when I think of him. Similar to Harry and Hagrid, Lupin’s life started out with difficulty and made him more of an outcast than either, getting bitten by a werewolf.
Going to Hogwarts, he made good, true friends, but had to keep this secret from them; when he tells them, they accept him but then he deals with the guilt of betraying Albus and allowing his friends to break every benefit and precaution that allowed him to come to Hogwarts, along with the reputation and status of the school if anyone else found out. Then the First Wizarding War came but during that time his friends got married and had a child and the war only ended with the murder of his friends, the orphanage of their son, and the betrayal of another.
The majority of Lupin’s life was between the two Wizarding Wars, when he was all alone. For over 10 years Lupin believed that one of his best friends, had betrayed not only his friends, but for power and out of hate, while he was left all alone. While the truth was similar, considering the bond Sirius and James had, and the possibility that they knew Peter wasn’t always at their level, there was a small reprieve when Lupin learned the truth. But again, the return of his friend lasts only two years before he is murdered and in that time the Second Wizarding War had begun. Again overcome with loss, loneliness and guilt, he holds himself back from love and happiness until he accepts, continues to feel guilt and shame when his child is born and soon after he and his wife are murdered.
There are many things that were so great about Lupin, he was honest, a good man, a good father, great friend and teacher. He was strong, brave, compassionate; he is a man who deserved and should have had it all but whose life was plagued, and spirit his overshadowed by ridiculous judgement and personal grief. Today is Trans Day of Visibility, a day dedicated to celebration of one’s true self and highlighting the cruelty and misguided hated those who are Trans receive. When I speak of Hagrid, I speak of how he was able to overcome his misfortunes, but Lupin was not; this, is not on Lupin. He should have had it all, he deserved to have an amazing life but was never given the opportunity to truly shine or love himself. It was not planned that I’d write about Lupin on Trans Day of Visibility, but the message I would say about both are linked.
Do Good, Be Good. While we can learn so much from Lupin, what the world needs to understand is how much they miss out on by judgement, prejudice, hate and fear. Bullying and discrimination do not bring peace, safety or justice, but they do put people at pause, holding back so much from the world and stealing from us all true love, prosperity and happiness.
No cus I started singing just give me a reason by Pink
if one family member starts swinging WE ALL START SWINGING
❤️ Getting fucked by my father’s best friend and got knocked up… ❤️
My father’s best friends found out that I was working as a prostitute when I turned up to their job request that clearly states it’s a gangbang session and they will be recording. I saw that this job request pays well for pleasuring four old men and that’s why I accepted it.
When I appeared at the doorstep, they were surprised but very soon, got excited about the fact that they are gonna fuck their favourite “niece”. One of them locked the door and I started to do my job by sucking off one of them while kneeling infront of him. My hands are occupied with another two cocks, one of them is videoing me up close sucking a huge cock.
Guy1 whom I’ve been sucking off, his cock is fully erected and raring to fuck me. I got into a doggy position on bed and he instantly pushed his cock deep inside my pussy. I moaned out loud, screamed while he starts to thrust inside of me hard and rough. Guy1 fucked me for quite sometime before I sensed a warm flow of semen deep inside my pussy…
“You cummed inside of me?” I was surprised to know the fact that he cummed straight inside my pussy. An old man’s huge cock has deposited his pent up semen deep inside my fertile pussy, I’m gonna be at high risk of getting pregnant… Guy2’s huge cock penetrated my pussy while I was still digesting the fact that I got cummed raw. His huge cock pounded me like the slut I’m supposed to be.
Guy2 told me, “It’s a no condom gangbang session… We are not stopping till we get you pregnant…” Guy2 cummed deep inside of me before passing me over to Guy3. Guy3 penetrated his cock into my pussy while Guy4 couldn’t wait and made use of my anal hole. I got fucked by both of them at the same time, I was moaning and screaming so much…
Guy3 cummed inside of me before letting Guy4 fuck my pussy and unloads his semen inside me too… All of them cummed inside of me taking turns, I’ve lost count of how many times I got creampied… I wasn’t surprised to find out that I got pregnant two months later… I just don’t know who’s the father of my child…
old men (and sooley!)
I think Hawkeye is underappreciated, and he's a pretty good father
Xenophilius Lovegood - moodboard
machine translation: I saw some cute charms for sale, so I decided to make a stylish bangle (a term that is now obsolete) 😁
Uh oh! You are now a were-animal! This means you become a human-sized animal hybrid with uncontrollable bloodlust every night!
Spin this wheel to get your species
Daddy your blog makes me so wet and horny 💕
Awweee should I thank your missing father figure for this? What a gentleman to leave you lonely and neglected for so many years 🤝
You can make me so proud! You just never could make your own father proud, could you?
exploiting your praise kink to make you do grosser and grosser things for me.
don't you want to be a good girl?